..to Artista….
.go and fly white Dove
go and fly up in the sky
take the gold ray from the sun
get the Celeste color from above
dive in ocean for deep blue and the wave
.some green and earth colors around
and put them all on your canvas
the miracle of your creation bring to us
the beauty of your soul and the prize
and let us adore you like the princess of Arts….
© Bert Paza
An Angel of Death is near me
but I feel no Fear
Only a Sense of Relief
No Matter where I am going
As long as I am getting out of here
I’ve lost the Sense of Reality
Am I Dreaming or Awake
Is there any Difference,
It’s all just very Dark
My Soul is longing for Release
The Angel whispers the Time has come
And I do not feel any Fear
All this time I wondered what took you so long
All these years of suffering and Pain
This sad and meaningless Life I live
Was it an experimental Test
Or a harsh way to learn
Are there any last Words left to say
Maybe, maybe. No…just a Sigh
Please relieve me.
Monique Lucy Weberink
2010
Photo “The Haunting”
Odilon Redon
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again;” that is as much as to say, “May new sufferings torment your soul.”
~Soren Kierkegaard
the recital of dreams
You DO know that you are a dream don’t you?
Do you realize how completely alone the Divine Being is?
All that there is is only this Divine Being.
Our Beloved, our Self!
To hide from the Truth the Divine Beloved dreams that It is You!
And Me and All of US!!!
An infinately multiple personality
Look deeply inside of your self.
You will find only Me.
You and Me and Me and You!
But one of us is the other’s dream…
One of us must, in the end, die the death of a lie and the Other return to its aloneness.
But what good is this Truth?
Shall we not have pity on Our Self then and continue dreaming that We are You and I and I and You?
Let’s us live a little longer in this dream
Until we can no longer look into each other’s eyes, fool our selves and see another.
One day my dear mask, my poor victim, That shall crush in upon you and wash you helpless into an ocean you have long forgotten like a grain of sand.
Drowning, you will be forced to release yourself and return to Self.
Leonora Carrington
Being here and I can hear you talk
but I can not understand your words
Standing here I can see you looking at me
but I can not really see
You are touching me
but there is only emptiness
A smile
but I feel no joy
Where are you my love?
I search and search trying to recall
those precious moments of passion
they are lost
Does this mean the end of us
or the beginning of me without you
Monique Lucy Weberink
2010
Help me, please, I am sinking
Sinking deeper in some sort of colorless Mud
You are not reaching out for my Hand
And although it is close, I can not grab it
When you sensed me, you even moved your hand away
I desperately tried to reach out further
So many faces surrounding me
They keep coming closer and like a dense fog
I am drowning while the fog takes my vision
Its getting colder and I start to shiver
I try to reach for the ground below me
But my feet are without weight sensing the abyss below
The faces look upon me in pity
They are speaking, but in weird voices
Are they talking to or about me
The sounds feel like words of mercy without love
There is only one voice I desperately long for
But this one I do not hear
Whispering, my love, do not worry, I am here.
Now it becomes clear you were never there
I am sinking deeper and deeper
There is no hope left
Was your love ever real?
Panic feeds a darkness at the heart of my Soul
I cant see anything anymore, not even the shapes
Your hand is gone and there is nothing else to grab on to
I surrender and fall into the depth
All alone my soul is drowning
2010 – Monique Lucy Weberink
