Stillverun

Here is the latest piece of mine. Stillverun – still silver runs. Probably I was under impression after Silver Surfer cartoons.

 
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Sadleaf Tree

Sadleaf Tree(s)

I was writing my pages in the morning about usual stuff: growth and a stream of creativity and everchanging reality. Also about feelings. I realised how rare we can experience genuine clear emotion such as sadness or joy, sometimes anger and jelousy because normally we are not aware of them where they are coming from and we just reflect on outer things that caused their appearance or trying to get rid of them by infusing another strong emotions that can put them out of our picture by stimulants of any kind. This picture might look sad with the moon and falling leaves with solemn faces but the tree is well rooted and still alive. Just a passing of different seasons and there are flowers that blossom even in the time of the Fall.

Cafe Monday

inside out words
back to front ideas
what can you really say
but repeat the others
zip fly open wide
just there’s no pin to fix it
decaffeinated coffee
like in steril life
gloss look but no buzz
outside in
flickering finger spin
crawling little snail
back in home shell

What is your colour?

I am black raven
Black Swan among the whites
Mistery of the Cosmos
Contrasted by the shining of the Stars

Perfect background
for any Appearance
Black letters on the white page
Inclusion of every colour

Shadow of the Night
unevitably followed by the Sunrise
Dark secrets kept by pumas
of Deepest Black

Sharp Contrast and Contradiction
Black Tortoise or
Snake of the North
My true direction

a Colour of Freedom and Magic
Reflection of the World in
Dilated pupils
of my Eyes’ Mirror

Starey from behind the stars

(s)(s)

Pencil, shadow in Photoshop 5, lines were on the paper drawn by Conor Leech

Aliens among us, watch out! Especially ones who stare. (Inspired by Tim Burtons’ caracters I guess). He’s a bit lame – I just haven’t got enough time to finish it nicely and then no interest of doing it. But maybe one of you would do some sort of an operation on his/her/its legs.

I don’t feel lonely

Sitting in front of your hateful PC and languishing from loneliness. Thoughts thicken like jelly in a deepfreezer, eyes almost start to yawn, mouse pointer slowly moves to Solitaire icon. But suddenly your mailbox clatters – Oh, those wonderful mail slits of Irish Georgian doors! – the mail has arrived. And you’re happy with this moment of freedom and have a good reason to leap up from your familiar spot and rustle with your slippers cheerfully as you go out to the corridor. Today my mailbox clattered four times. And what have I received?

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Snow

Beautiful snow silently falling down. I went outside and let snowflakes kiss my face. Cold and fresh. And melting and dissapearing..Like everything in urge for permanency, trying to clame its existence but changing into nothing and appearing from nothing too. Magic feeling of blissful soft drops running down my chicks like tears of quiet joy for stilness that is in between the flakes and silence of hypnotic dance of the snow.

03/03/2006

Paper Labyrinth

Paper labyrinth storing many secrets...(s)

Have you ever had a feeling that your mind is like a huge paper bin and an endless labyrinth in the same time. And you’re walking through it looking at tones of information that you thought you never would remember but it is there on the back shelves of your brain. Stored, labelled and waiting for you when you’re out of prison.
They say there are the ways to find all this old junk and clear head space. But I guess without your participation there’s nothing can be fixed with existing technology. Maybe in some secret labs as seen in many movies where they zombify new remboes and politicians they can do it already. Normal people like us have to be brain-washed by good old TV advertisement and queue for the impressive brain technology like to outer space journey only accessible by crazy reach people that don’t know how to entertain themselves anymore with their billions of stock-market gambling and oil money.
Well, I’ll stick to my meditation for now. Nothing clear your brain like looking into great emptiness for half an hour.