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ELLIPSIS: August 2013
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Monday, August 5, 2013. Little box of knowledge from the parallel dimension. My constant efforts of necrophagy and also the practice of reiki got me to some experiences of thoughts that I am happy to pen down here. To be a part of oneness, fluidity, clarity and awareness beyond Prayer, Rituals, but Directly as One,You need to be a little bit crazy to speak to the energies/god, you know,they have a sense of humor of their own :).
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ELLIPSIS: Home?
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Wednesday, May 30, 2012. This Saturday, lying on the grass near the not so wavering river and soaking the sun in the sheryl crow manner and enjoying one of the few counted days of sun in Germany. Sun- after hailing from the pan fried country, who could imagine to look forward to its presence and enjoy it like they had never witnessed one? Pri, lets go home. It seems that it will rain mercilessly. Get up, hurry. We gotta catch the...Back then...
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ELLIPSIS: November 2010
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Saturday, November 20, 2010. The Me in You. As the years pass,. A hated depart,. A part of me. Lingering.In your head,. Try as hard,. Throw it apart,. Still I last,. Right there.Inside of you,. The memories last,. Eat your heart,. Feel my grip,. Invisible. I hang in you,. Look how far,. The mind has flown,. Emotions are seized,. Resounding.to turn into words,. Come as ahead,. Try to be splendid,. Reflections will threat,. Past has its haunt.
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ELLIPSIS: February 2014
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Wednesday, February 12, 2014. I come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white. And a generation of education that taught me that all I need to survive is a C. This town is of people with big shoes and small steps,. Of people who walk on the sodium lit streets without knowing which side of the road they are walking,. With a displaced generation- of ones who never grew up in the land they come from,. Links to this post.
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ELLIPSIS: March 2012
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Saturday, March 3, 2012. The traditional demise-sudden outcries,. Upon colorless world, forever they lay,. I realize,life has become -. Sea of dry bones and dirt of sweat. Final moments carnal-wind blows over,. Incessant graveyard stretch so far-. Hope's silent song so threatening,. My eyes cast down to wishes of dust,. I wish to sleep- but never to dream. One day,here- I will lay,. Embrace the cold stone of my black tomb. Links to this post.
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ELLIPSIS: September 2010
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. As I grew up,. I wus told -. That passion is in every soul. There is a dream that is a mirror,. Reflecting the feel of hearts interior. And every individual has a reason,. To follow or abdicate their vision. As the road travelled when dream is seeded,. Is pain and pother giving speed receeded. During the scented spring season,. Within me sprouted a dazzling pompon. Its realization made my heart bounce,. Awesome In...
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ELLIPSIS: September 2013
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Monday, September 30, 2013. Handpicked out of numerous specimens, experimented, being synchronised in every octave, molten self being poured into umpteen moulds, each as juvenile as melancholy, surreptitiously scripting the most jocular twists, my life, my relevance, is of a guinea. And they my Gods are satanic! 1 rodent a little larger than a rat. 2 somebody used in an experiment. What’s it dude? Haven't dunnit. I don't care.". He had had q...
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ELLIPSIS: May 2012
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Wednesday, May 30, 2012. This Saturday, lying on the grass near the not so wavering river and soaking the sun in the sheryl crow manner and enjoying one of the few counted days of sun in Germany. Sun- after hailing from the pan fried country, who could imagine to look forward to its presence and enjoy it like they had never witnessed one? Pri, lets go home. It seems that it will rain mercilessly. Get up, hurry. We gotta catch the...Back then...
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ELLIPSIS: Choices
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Monday, October 15, 2012. I have learnt something incredibly important, and I hope and intend to remember. When faced with difficult choices, pick for the right reasons, not for the right apparent results. I cannot say I didn't 'know' this before - everyone has heard and read the "morals" and the "rules" all the time. Yet today I truly understand and appreciate. And I hope I never ever forget. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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ELLIPSIS: April 2010
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The unspoken is always recondite. and i am always the unspoken. Sunday, April 25, 2010. Your glorious angel,. Turns down on his wings,. To have the horns,. Of the godfather,. As i sublime,. In the thorns of time,. Away from the kinship,. Spurt my blood,. Castigate my torso,. Mitigate the luminous,. I am sour and raw,. With the games that sacred play,. Lift me high, with the pride. I drift from the bondage,. Hands off the Lord,. Spill my guts,without rue,. To feel slimy and cursed. Lay a chasm on me-.
