Amber Morgaine

the dark side

2011-10-09T16:23:00.001+03:00

I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that's hy in all of us lives a dark side. Some of us choose to embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. And in the end, it's as natural as the air we breathe. At some point, all of us are forced to face the truth. Ourselves. For most of us that day has come. Most of us faced someone who chose to embrace his/her dark side, and by doing so, that someone took our humanity. Everyday since, we have put on a mask to hide what now suffocates us. The truth. And nothing speaks louder than the truth.

Annabel Lee - Edgar Allen Poe

2011-10-09T16:12:00.001+03:00

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me;
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

finding the one

2011-09-22T11:25:00.002+03:00

I had this friend who used to say there's someone for everyone. That no matter who you are, there's one person out there who can make you happy. One person who can make you whole.
I don't know if that's true or not, but it is a comforting idea. Comforting that is, until you start to think about all the people who never find the one. I mean it's a big world. You can spend your whole life looking and never find that person. Or worse, you could cross paths with your soul mate and never even know it.
But what if there was a way to prevent these missed connections?
What if you could look at the person who's right for you and just know?
Say you were born with something that only one other person in the world had. Then you'd never walk away from your one true love.
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be a whole lot better?
Destiny is just destiny. Sometimes two people just find eachother

Destiny's crossroad

2011-09-22T11:15:00.002+03:00

There are certain moments in our lives that are pregnant with posibility: end of highschool, the day we marry, the day we die. These are the times we seem to be standing at destiny's crossroads, waiting for Fate to deliver the next bend in the road, waiting for a message from above.
You can't runaway from your future, you have to run to it, nomatter how far it is.

dreams and death

2011-09-22T11:07:00.002+03:00

The only place that any of us are truly free is in our dreams. We can cast off the shackles of our daily lives, we can go anywhere we wanna go, we can be any version of ourselves that we wanna be.
Kids say that there's one thing you can't do in your dreams - you can't die, but if you acctually die in your dream, you'll die in real life too. We laugh at that idea as we get older, but I wonder sometimes, can we ever be absolutelly sure that those kids are wrong? I mean, if your dream does kill you, you're not around to talk about it, right? They call it a heart attack, most say you died in your sleep, but they'll never know what actually happened - is that your worst nightmare finally caught up with you??

TIME

2011-09-18T12:54:00.001+03:00

Time is priceless, yet it costs us nothing.

You can do anything you want with it, but own it.

You can spend it, but you can't keep it.

And once you've lost it, there's no getting it back.

It's just gone.

We waste time just by holding on to anger.

About family

2011-09-18T12:25:00.002+03:00

The great plays, the great movies, the great books that have been written about family, they will all like you to believe that blood is thicker than water, but in real life, a broken heart can sometimes make blood run thin and water run thick.

Family - it's our rock, our salvation. These are the people we are closest to in the whole world. They share our dreams, they share our blood. And yet, it's often those closest to us are capable of hurting us most deeply.

"To be or not to be" - that was not the question in Hamlet. The question was "How could my uncle kill my father and marry my mother?" Is that what they mean by family entertainment?

Real life is even more frightening. A world's famous player it's accused of strangling his wife. Two brothers are found guilty of massacring their parents. And the Government tells us that almost 16% of the murders commited in this country are perpetrated by one family member against another.

Obsessions and will power

2011-09-17T14:09:00.000+03:00

Imagine you have in front of you a tray full of goodies. Looks pretty tempting, doesn't it? But what if I told you that each one of these delicious little cookies has almost a thousand calories - would it make you want one anyless? Me neither, and that's normal.
We all wants things that we know are bad for us. Everyone has dangerous fascinations and unhealthy fixations. Some of them are a little harder to explain than others, but most of us know how to keep our impulses in check. We use will power to fight our darker instincts.
Unfortunatelly, for others, will power just isn't enough. The siren call of one's own obsessions is simply too strong to resists.
The thing we used to want, becomes the thing we now need - our obsession becomes our compulsion, until eventually we realize pursuing the one thing we want most in life has left us without much of a life at all.
But in the end, our compulsions are still there, even after they've pushed us to the brink of death, or guided us into places of unimaginable horror.

electricity - power - serendipity

2011-09-16T15:59:00.005+03:00

From the second we awaken from a night slumber we depend on, now we take for granted all sorts of invisible, silent and violent systems that make our modern lives possible.
Take for instance an alarm clock - before it can do it's job and wake us up, it has to have power.
Water, coal and wind power are harnessed by tourbines and turned into: electricity, which is then sent through cables that are over our heads and under out feet... so it's easy to forget that in any given time we are surrounded by thousands or millions or billions of wolts of electricity coursing all around us.
Even something as simple as frying an egg - begins thousands of feet underground, where carcases of prehystoric plants and animals are poulverized into gas and sucked out of the ground and processed and then piped all across the country through over 1 million miles of pipes. All of it there to heat us and make having a hot breakfast easier.
And then, there's that modern miracle we call CAR - build around the internal combustion engine. The average car holds anywhere from 12 to 16 gallons (45 - 65 liters) of gasoline - that's somewhere between 100 and 150 pounds (50 - 75 kg) of instantly combustible liquid. It also contains a batery and at least 6 to 8 quarts (liters) of oil.
If you stop and think about it, taken as it's some of its parts, it's really a rolling bomb - equipped with stereo sound and adjustible seats.
But we don't do that. We don't think of it in pieces. We think of it as a hole. It's a car...my car...our car...and i love it....and we love it....

Power - it takes many forms, revealing itself in many ways.

The idea that a waterfall a thousand miles away makes it possible for me to turn on a lamp, seems like magic. That I can fill a bathtub with hot water in the middle of the night, makes no logical sense either.

Electricity, serendipity - they both surround us, both doing their work....silently...invisibly....

VISION

2011-09-16T15:55:00.002+03:00

Vision comes in many shapes and many forms. There's the kind of vision our eyes afford us; there's the kind of vision our wisdom affords us and there's the kind of vision that comes from things sensed, things dreamt, and there's the kind of vision that comes from patience and persistance

DREAD vs HOPE

2011-09-16T15:52:00.002+03:00

Dread - it comes unannounced and then comsumes our feelings with it's irrational sense of doom. Have you ever had that feeling of dread? I'm not talking about fear...fear is immediate, fear is what kicks in when you're confronted with danger; a mugger with a gun, a stranger in your house... I'm talking about dread. Dread is persistent... it gnaws at you. You can't ignore it. It just won't go away. Because that's what dread is. It's worrying about something you can't do anything about.
Dread can affect your job, your home, alter your entire personality.
Hope, like dread, it often comes unannounced, and then thankfully intoxicates us and innoculates our feelings with an irrational sense of joy and optimism.
Hope is the high. Dread is the low.
I guess life is the stuff in between...

DREAMS

2011-09-16T15:52:00.001+03:00

Some say sleep is the death of each day's life,
But I say sleep is the gateway to our dreams,
And our dreams are the map of our humanity.
Our dreams contain our memories.
If a little dreaming is dangerous,
the cure for it is not to dream less,
but to dream more.

Dream all the time

NOTHING CHANGES ON ITS OWN

2011-09-16T15:51:00.002+03:00

The end of one journey is always the beginning of another.
Change is painful and always comes with a cost.
It hurts to bear those costs, but we can't allow that to sway us.
Tomorrow is a mystery, the only thing we can do is face it with resolve.
We move forward, always forward into what's next.
We make a choice, we act on that choice, and all that's left is to live in hope.

THE FAIRYTALE OF MIDIR AND ETAIN

2011-09-16T15:51:00.001+03:00

The Fairytale is based on the story of the Fairy King Midir and his love for the beautiful princess Etain. It is a story of great love, jealousy, secrets and endurance, in which Etain is banished and transformed into a pool of water, from which she emerges as a butterfly. Although immortal she is born a mortal child, one thousand and twelve years after her first birth.

After being defeated by the Milesians, the people of Dana built vast palaces inside the hills of Ireland and their country was a land where all the inhabitants will remain young forever and where death and sorrow is unknown.

Midir the Proud was a Faery Prince and he lived on Slieve Callary, a hill near to Dublin. He was married to Fumnach but one day he fell in love with a beautiful maiden called Etain and he married her. Fumnach became jealous of Etain, for her beauty was famous through the land. So she went to a druid and by a magic spell they turned Etain into a butterfly, raised a storm and blew her out of Midir's palace.

For seven years she was forced to fly up and down the country. One day she was blown in through one of the windows of the faery palace of the god of love Angus of the Birds. He recognised Etain since people of the Faery can never be hidden from one another. He couldn't break the spells on her but Angus kept her in his palace and gave her his love.

After some happy years with Angus, Fumnach discovered Etain again, and again she sent a tempest blowing her all around Ireland. She got into the palace of the King of Leinster during a banquet, fell off a beam where she was resting for a while and dropped into a goblet of wine that the Queen drank.

Nine months later Etain was born again as the King's daughter and apparently a mortal child. She was named Etain and she grew up as beautiful as she was before.

The High King of Ireland at that time was looking for a wife and while he was out hunting one day he saw Etain and married her. They lived in happiness until the Great Assembly at Tara.

On the first day of the Reunion, Etain was out watching the games when a rider on a white steed came towards her. Only the maiden could see him and hear the invitation that he gave her to come back with him to the land of Youth. He was Midir the Proud, her first love. But Etain couldn't remember her past and answered that she was happy with her husband and needed his permission to come.

After a few days Midir the Proud came back again and challenged the king to play the game of chess with him. Midir lost the first two battles but won the 3rd and he had the right to ask a stake. He asked to the King to have one kiss from his wife Etain. The king told him to come back one month later and he could obtain his stake. Until the day that Etain saw Midir, she began to recall her past with her loved Midir and loved him again. Then came the day in which Midir could obtain his stake but the King surrounded his palace and all the hill of Tara with armed hosts.

In the meanwhile the High King was inside the palace and was having a feast with his nobles and warriors; Etain was serving the wine to their guests. Suddenly Midir appeared in the middle of the banquet, with all his power and beauty. He encircled Etain with his right arm and gently they were wafted up in the air and out through a window. When the king and his nobles rushed out of the door, all they could see were two white swans flying over the palace.

I AM PAGAN - Selena Fox

2011-09-16T15:50:00.001+03:00

I am Pagan. I am a part of the whole of Nature. The Rocks, the Animals, the Plants, the Elements, and Stars are my relatives. Other humans are my sisters and brothers, whatever their races, colors, genders, sexual orientations, ages, nationalities, religions, lifestyles. Planet Earth is my home. I am a part of this large family of Nature, not the master of it. I have my own special part to play and I seek to discover and play that part to the best of my ability. I seek to live in harmony with others in the family of Nature, treating others with respect.

I am Pagan. I celebrate the changing seasons, the turning of the Wheel of the Year. I celebrate with singing, dancing, feasting, rituals, and in other ways. I celebrate each turn of the Wheel with personal spiritual practices and by taking part in community festivals.

Samhain, commonly known as Halloween, is a time for gazing into the future and for paying homage to my Ancestors and other loved ones in the Spirit world. I work magic for greater religious freedom for Pagan peoples and humankind as a whole. I celebrate the Wiccan and Celtic spiritual New Year.

Yule, the Winter Solstice, is a festival of peace and a celebration of waxing solar light. I honor the new Sun child by burning a oaken Yule log in a sacred fire. I honor the Great Goddess in her many Great Mother aspects, and the Father God as Santa in his Old Sky God, Father Time, and Holly King forms. I decorate my home with lights and with holly, ivy, mistletoe, evergreens and other herbs sacred to this season. I ring in the new Solar year with bells.

At the beginning of February, I celebrate Candlemas, known to ancient Celts as Imbolc and to contemporary Americans as Groundhog's Day. I focus on spiritual purification and clearing away blockages to prepare for the coming of Spring and new growth. During this festival, I light candles to honor Brigid and I invite her to inspire my artistic works and guide my healing practice. I give offerings of seeds to wild birds.

At the time of the Spring Equinox, I welcome the renewal of Spring and celebrate the greening of the Earth by dressing in green myself. I honor the Teutonic Goddess Ostara and the spirit of the Rabbit, Her consort. I color eggs with friends and divine choices for new growth.

Beltane at the beginning of May is a festival of fertility and pleasure. I dress in bright colors and wear a garland of flowers in my hair. I dance the Maypole to bless gardens and creative projects. I leap the Beltane bonfire for good luck. I place flowers at the Bast Sacred Cat Shrine and other sacred sites.

Summer Solstice time, also known as Midsummer and Litha, is a grand gathering time when I greet old friends and meet new ones. I dance with them around a sacred bonfire to the magic rhythms of drums. I honor my spiritual community and tribe. I celebrate Pagan culture. I add stones to the sacred Stone Circle on Circle Sanctuary land with prayers for planetary harmony and well-being.

As August arrives, I celebrate Lammas, also known as Lughnassad. At this festival, I honor the height of Summer and prosperity. I not only give thanks for wild and cultivated plants and for blessings that are starting to come to fruition, but I also pray for continued abundance. I break and eat bread with others in ritual and I give bread and herb offerings to the Goddesses and Gods of agriculture.

Fall Equinox, which some call Mabon, is the time of thanksgiving for all the harvests I've reaped during the growing time. I give thanks for food I have received from the gardens and fields and for other blessings which have come into my life. I return to the Mother Earth offerings that come from the best of the fruit, vegetables, herbs, nuts, and other food stuffs I've gathered.

And at Samhain, this Wheel of the Year starts again.

I am Pagan. I also honor the seasons of life within my life's journey -- beginnings, growth, fruition, harvest, endings, rest, and beginnings again. Life is a Circle with many cycles. With every Ending comes a new Beginning. Within Death there is the promise of Rebirth.

I am Pagan. I see circles of change and renewal not only within my own life's journey, but in my heritage. I see my life as a circle that connects with the life circles of my ancestors. They are part of me and my life. The ancient wisdom of Nature's Renewal and Recycling is embodied in the crests of two of my Ancestoral clans. From my German ancestors of my mother's mother's lineage is the totem of the heron, a family emblem signifying perseverance and renewal after difficulties. From my Celtic ancestors of my father's father's lineage is the crest bearing the symbol of a hewn oak tree sprouting new branches and leaves from its stump, enclosed in a circle with the motto, Iterum Viriscit, which means It grows Green again. These symbols and motto remind me not only of my own renewal and the renewal of Nature, but also the renewal of Pagan philosophy on this planet that is part of my life's work as a Pagan priestess.

I am Pagan. Intentional consciousness change, Magic, is part of my spirituality. For every problem there is at least one workable solution as well as opportunity for growth. I create my own reality with my thoughts, feelings, and actions. Whatever I send out always returns. I seek to abide by the Wiccan Rede: "And It Harm None, Do What You Will." When I do magic in rituals, before I raise and direct energy, I seek always to look at the larger picture of which my needs are just a part. I endeavor to work for the best for all as well as to help myself. When problems come my way, I seek to understand their cause and messages as part of my finding a solution. In doing healing work, I seek to address the underlying spiritual causes of disease, rather than only focusing on relief of its symptoms.

I am Pagan. I work magic by the Moon to help and to heal others, myself, and the Planet. The Triple Goddess of the Moon guides me. I activate beginnings in the Waxing, energize manifestations at the Full, and clear away obstructions with the Waning and Dark. I take part in rituals at the New and Full Moons, and I know that my Circles are part of a great web of Circles that meet at these times around Planet Earth.

I am Pagan. I embrace Pantheism, acknowledging that the Divine is everywhere and in everything. I honor the Divine that is within the oak trees in the forest, in the herbs in the garden, in the wild birds singing in the trees, in the rock outcroppings on the hillside, in myself, and yes, even in "things" such as my car, cameras, and computers. I understand that everything with a physical body has a spiritual body, too. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, not separate, in this world of form. I honor the interconnectedness of Creator and Creation.

I am Pagan. I know that Divinity has many facets and I experience this through a variety of Goddesses, Gods, and other spiritual forms. I also honor Divine Oneness, the Unity of All. My personal encounters with Pagan Goddesses, Gods, and other Divine forms have transformed and enriched my life. Hecate appeared at a Death to teach me of release and rebirth. As a young child, Artemis flowed through me and helped me ward off a would-be rapist. Selena of the Full Moon brings me visions and my name. Sacred Sun energizes me.

Yemaya of the Ocean cleanses and renews me. I have heard Pan play his pipes in the woods. Dionysius awakens within me the joys of spontaneity and ecstatic bliss and teaches me the mysteries of androgyny. I have experienced the union of Goddess and God while making love with my mate in the garden. Bast has helped me deepen my connections with my Cat friends. Cernunnos has appeared to me in the forest as a Stag. Isis has spoken to me in bursts of radiance in the deep of the Night and in flows of energy through my hands in doing healings. Saturn has given me lessons about discipline, time, and organic agriculture. Lady Liberty protects me as I work for religious freedom for Wiccans and other Pagans. Mother Earth guides my work on behalf of this Planet. I also experience the Divine as totem animals, plant allies, and as other forms in my dreams, in guided inner journeys, and while questing for vision alone in the wilderness.

I am Pagan. My spiritual practices include self-acceptance and understanding, instead of self-rejection. I share my views with others when I sense it is right, but I do not proselytize, claiming my way is the only true right way for everyone. There are many paths up the mountain of spiritual understanding, not just one path.

I am Pagan. My worship takes the form of Divine communion with Nature. As part of my worship, I founded and caretake a sacred Nature preserve, Circle Sanctuary. I do rituals at special places there, such as in the Stone Circle atop a sacred mound; on Spirit Rock high above the valleys; in the Magic Circle garden; by outdoor shrines; in the indoor Temple room; and in the ancient sandstone rock shelters that housed the ancient ones that lived on this land thousands of years ago. I also do rituals elsewhere on the land and at other places, outdoors and indoors. My worship and rituals can be anywhere since my sacred circle is portable. Wherever I am, I can set up a circle around a sacred sphere with seven invocations: to the four compass point directions, to the Cosmos above, to the Planet below, and to Spiritual Integration in the center.

I am Pagan. I journey to the Otherworld in my dreams, meditations, and rituals. I use sacred tools to aid me in my journeys and my magic making. These include cauldrons, crystals, candles, censors of incense, chalices of water, pentacles of salt, dishes of soil, feathers, bells, brooms, rattles, drums, wands, staffs, blades, mirrors, and a variety of divination tools, including Tarot cards, I Ching yarrow stalks, and Rune stones. I fly with my consciousness through time and space. I explore other dimensions and then I return with insights, knowledge, and power. I go between the worlds for healing, growth and transformation. Intuitive, psychic perception is a natural, not supernatural, part of my daily life.

I am Pagan. I attune myself to the four elements of Nature -- Earth, Air, Fire, Water -- and to the fifth element, Spirit, which is the spiritual force that connects all. I see these Elements in Nature -- the Earth in the soil and rocks; the Air in the winds and atmosphere; the Fire as the lightning, fires, and electricity; the Water in the springs, rivers, oceans, rain, and other waters on the planet; and the Spirit as Divine Unity. I also see these Elements as aspects of Self -- my physical body and physiology is my Earth; my intellect and thoughts my Air; my will and actions my Fire; my emotions and feelings my Water; and my Inner Self, my Soul, is my Spirit. I endeavor to keep myself healthy and in balance in all these parts of Self. I work toward a restoring of balance of the Elements in the environment.

I am Pagan. I hear the cries of Mother Earth who is upset with the harm being done to the environment by humankind. I am dismayed by the pollution of the air, the soil, and the waters, and by the domination games being played by nations with the fire of nuclear missles and other weapons of mass destruction. I also am concerned about spiritual pollution on the Planet -- selfishness, hatred, greed for money and power, addiction, violence, despair. Yet as I perceive these problems, I also perceive cleansing and healing happening on Planet Earth at this time. I know that I can help in at least a small way to bring the Planet into greater balance by seeking balance in my own life, by being a catalyst for restoring balance in the lives of others, and by working for a better environment. I know that my attitudes and my way of living can make a difference. I endeavor to be a channel for healing and balance. I make the practice of environmental responsibility a personal part of my daily life. I endeavor to live in harmony with the other members of the family of Nature.

I am Pagan. Nature Spirituality is my religion and my life's foundation. Nature is my spiritual teacher and holy book. I am part of Nature and Nature is part of me. My understanding of Nature's inner mysteries grows as I journey on this spiritual path.

THE WITCHES CREED

2011-09-16T15:49:00.002+03:00

Hear now the words of thee witches,
The secrets we hid into the night,
When magic was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the whispering air,
By hidden knowledge we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Halloween.

When day time and night time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.

The power that was passed down the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn is the magickal circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.

This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great work of magick is wrought.

For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And dance and make love in their praise,
Till realms of the Gods receive us,
In peace at the end of our days.

And do what you will be the challenge,
So be it love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!

THE SILENCE OF A SOUL

2011-09-16T15:49:00.001+03:00

You're an old soul trapped in a young body.

Go beyond the limits of what you know even if you're affraid.

Try everything. Feel everything, if only once...

There are all kinds of silences, and each of them means a different thing...

There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city...

There is silence after a rainy storm which differs from the silence before the storm...

Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of it's quality may linger in the silence that follows...it is a soundless echo...

LOST

2011-09-16T15:48:00.001+03:00

Free, hours spent alone
Dream, reality unknown
Peace, never ending fight
Charm, twisting into spite.

Bleed, degeneration does him good
Scream, always knew he would
Weak, sees it on his face
Reap, she put him in his place.

There's something lurking inside of him
Anger, rage and lust, abandonment
Misleading tales, from the other side
Confuse and burn, it's just another lie.

Burden themselves, with introspection
Riddles unsolved, and so they shall remain
She pipes a song for fools in desperation
Like leading rats through the streets on a whim.

A SCARRY STORY

2011-09-16T15:47:00.002+03:00

There's this guy, a regular guy... he's a banker, an add person, whatever, the point is that he's really stressed out, and he decides to get a cabin in the woods, by himself for the weekend.

He packs his SUV, he brings things from work, like work stuff, and then he brings books, and he brings his dog - a golden retriever, and he starts driving up to the mountains.

When he's driving, he hears on the radio that an inmate has escaped from a local insane asylum. So he hears this news, and he doesn't care, whatever, he wants to relax.

He has a fantastic day at the cabin, does all sorts of adventurous things, and at night, he's exhausted, so he passes out on the couch, he's reading a book...he's gone.

In the middle of the night, he wakes up, he hears this really weird sound and it was like: drip...drip...drip...

He's too tired to get up and see what it is. So he calls his dog over, his dog licks his hand, he feels better, he feels comfort, and he falls back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, he hears the same sound. He wakes up and he was like...there's the dripping sound again: drip...drip...drip...

He's still way to tired to get up. The dog comes over, he licks his hand, he feels better, falls back asleep.

So, that morning, the sun comes up. It's very bright in the room. He looks over and he sees a giant pool of blood. He starts screaming... He looks up....his dog, the golden retriever, is impaled by the chandelier, hanging from above...the blood is gushing down, dripping....there's the dripping sound.

He looks over, and there's a little note. Picks it up, it's written in blood and it reads:

PEOPLE CAN LICK TOO!!!

SONNETT 166 - William Shakespeare

2011-09-16T15:47:00.001+03:00

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! it is an ever fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wondering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never wit, nor no man ever loved.

SONETT 66 - William Shakespeare

2011-09-16T15:46:00.000+03:00

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And strenght by limping sway disabled,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And art made tongue - tied by authority,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill,
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.

ENDYMION Book I, 1-33 (John Keats)

2011-09-16T15:42:00.002+03:00

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:

It's loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness, but will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band and to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth

Of noble natures of the gloomy days.

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the poll

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boom

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms,

And such too is grandeur of the dooms

We have imagined for the mighty dead;

All lovely tales that we have heard or read;

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Nor do we merely feel these essences

For one short hour; no, even as the trees

That whisper round a temple become soon

Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,

The passion poesy, glories infinite,

Haunt us till they become a cheering light

Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,

That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast,

They always must be wit us, or we die.

THE CORE OF DESIRE

2011-09-16T15:42:00.001+03:00

The whale swam close to her
making odd click like sounds
until this moment her imagination had been enough
She understood it had to be
the core of desire
and had no need to dilute it
with the feeble chattering of
inarticulate lovers

A GIFT TO YOU

2011-09-16T15:41:00.002+03:00

For you my heart...ripped from my chest, eviscerated I am ..... and if I could I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you.

In addition to my heart there are some small organs I want to give you: glands, sweet breasts....

I'm offering these gifts, they are your gifts.

I know that they don't ammount to much in the face of what you've given me, but I've heard these organs can't survive outside of the body for more than a few hours, but I'll try to get there as soon as I can.

Whatever happens, it will be on me..... and my heart.

CELTIC HOME BLESSING

2011-09-16T15:41:00.001+03:00

A blessing upon your home
A blessing upon your hearth
A blessing upon your dwelling
And upon your warming fire
A blessing upon your animals and land
A blessing upon your kith and kin
A blessing upon youIn lightness or darkness
Each day and night of your life!
Blessed be!

ASLEEP

2011-09-16T15:40:00.002+03:00

Can't help these things I feel

I never saw them coming

Scream loud with the pain

It just fades away

Stand proud for yesterday

How can you be so righteous

When I feel my life is worthless

It's gotta be everything you ever wanted

How long have I been standing here?

HALLOWMAN

2011-09-16T15:40:00.001+03:00

Close your mind
In an endless maze begins
The emptiness of pride
Once broken...lifeless

I still remember
What I left behind
Will this longing
Never end?

Visions of bewilderment
Shred my sanity
Words not spoken
No peace for me... lifeless

I still remember
What I left behind
Will this longing
Never end?

Songs of the past
Dreams foretold
Bonds of silver
Chains of gold... lifeless

HAUNTED

2011-09-16T15:39:00.002+03:00

I'm so foolish,

At least I'm free

Just killing time

No doubts,

No fears

Just broken promises

Broken promises

Of who I used to be

Lost dreams and

Empty sngs I used to sing

I've been so blind,

Sitting all alone

Remembering how it felt

No heart,

No chainsJust broken promises

broken promises

Of who I used to be

Lost dreams and

Empty songs I used to sing

I've spent a lot of time

Forgetting things I knew,

Feeling the wind

No walls,

No hands

Just broken promises...

PARALLEL

2011-09-16T15:39:00.001+03:00

Fighting for freedom
Imperfect man
Stripped of pride
Distant storms
Mercury rising
No sun shining
A mirror for time
The thoughts I think
One of the stars
Distant storms
Mercury rising
No sun shining
Bending beliefs
Reviled with tears
Darkness reigns triumphant

SOMEDAY

2011-09-16T15:38:00.000+03:00

When you live in a nightmare
It's hard to dream
Stuck somewhere in the middle
Waiting for someone to rescue me

So many disappointments
Jade my point of view
Hurt so many times
Someday the sun's gonna shine...

UNTITLED

2011-09-16T15:36:00.000+03:00

The dark side of
My mind
Violent
Alive
Rotting inside

No remorse
No pain
Rusty blades
Oblivion

A body with
No soul
Silent
Alive
Slowly decomposing

No remorse
No pain
Rusty blades
Oblivion

The enemy inside
Victim
Alive
Burning inside

No remorse
No pain
Rusty blades
Oblivion

WIDE OPEN

2011-09-16T15:33:00.000+03:00

Feel me deep within me
Look inside, you'll see
Your words are empty
They mean everything to me.

I am...that's something to me
Know my pain
See hands that try to hold me
Look inside, you'll see

Loss of time is felt here
Can't help the things I feel

Everything is right here
Take the pain, wash it all away
Just like my nightmares
Everything stains me.

A happiness potion recipe

2010-10-27T12:44:00.000+03:00

Am luat o mana de senin,
Cateva picaturi de lumina
Si raze de intuneric;
Le-am amestecat c'un praf de stele
Si cateva valuri;
Am modelat c'un iceberg
Si o pala de vant,
Si am adaugat parfumuri de verde
Si esente de pamant;
Si am pus tril
Si culoare de apa
Si melancolie de'amurg;
Am stins cu zeama de lume
Si cu multa liniste si foc.
Am pus totul intr'un ceaun de timp
Si'am framantat indelung in colturi de suflet
Apoi, cu maini de azur, sub o scama de nor,
Am pus miez de soare,
Nisip si boabe de sincer.
Am mai pus bucuria trairii
Si tristetea firii,
Iar printre bucati de luna
Si varfuri inzapezite - spuma de mare
Si zbaterile aripilor de inger;
Zambet de mama,
Saruturi ascunse si vise.
Am prins totul cu batai de inima
Si rasete clatite de lacrimi,
Si gust din cand in cand...

An October night in Rose Red

2010-10-21T11:59:00.004+03:00

It's Friday, the 13th of October (opposite to 31st of October known as Holloween, All Hallows Eve, Samhain, and so on). It's midnight and it's a very cold and dark night. Frank is walking desoriented towards a bridge. He doesn't really know why, but he's on the bridge now. He's confused...and after 13 minutes on that bridge, he hears somone approaching. He startled a little, but tryied not to show it.

The steps come nearer. He's a little more frightened, but takes a deep breath and turns to look. That someone pretends to stop. He's able to see the stranger. Frank analyses the stranger and realises that it's a woman, a beautiful woman. She has a greatfigure and nice forms, long black hair, cold dark eyes, dressed in a black leather suit, high heeled boots. Frank analyses her thoroughly, and even though her eyes looked cold, there was something about her that made Frank not that scared anymore. After 13 seconds of looking at eachother, she said with a sensual voice:

"Hello Frank!" then she looks up at the sky and adds: "Isn't it a magnifficent night? Look at the stars...they're twinkling so bright, and the moon...the moon is full tonight, have you noticed how beautiful she is?... (she changes her tone of voice) but never mind the moonn and stars now, we're here for some business, aren't we?"

Frank stunned: "Business? What business? I'm sorry, but you have me confused with someone else."

"Oh no my dear, I'm not. Frank, listen up. Here's the deal: I need some infomation from you. It's a matter of life and death".

Frank suspicious: "Information? about what? I'm not sure I follow you...what do you want from me? "

"I need to know where's your brother and his friends' hideaway".

"My brother? What's my brother have to do with all this? Isn't he in prison?"

"Well Frank, he's not anymore...he escaped a week ago, and along with his friends kidnapped my sister Annie, for $13,000,000. We received a call today and they're asking for the money to release her....or so they're saying...You have to help me. I can't let anything bad happen to her. She's all I have left...."

"Ok. I'll help you. As far as I remember, their hideaway was in this huge house called Rose Red, build in an immense old pinetree forrest, in which is very hard to enter...you can hardly get there with your mind....a place where is most probable to lose your soul".

"Never mind how we get there, it doesn't matter what the consequences are...the important thing is to get her out of there unharmed".

"Then let's go, NOW, untill it's too late. Follow me"

Frank and the stranger jump on her silver Suzuki Hayabuza and run off to the woods to rescue Annie. On their way to the woods, Frank tells the stranger:

"I forgot to tell you one more thing. Rose Red it's only a dead pit - but I don't believe it - a house where the men commit suicide or die in some weird, strange and unknown circumstances, and the women disappear in the same strange way. So let's be carefull. But wait...this is only the beggining...as far as the story goes, this is no ordinary house. You know how they say that there are some houses that can only be built if a man is built in the foundation???...well this house is built only from dead people".

Time passed so fast, that they haven't realised that the terrifying house, which begun to wake up to life, was already showing. When they got in front of the front gates, amazingly huge gates i may add, tryied to open them...but nothing. Suddenly from the darkness that surrounded them, all the lights in the house lighted up, which made them more suspicious.

They jump over the wall and start to walk the alley leading towards the house...on both sides of the alley there were a lot of strange statuettes, in different shapes and forms....built and placed in such a way that gives the impression that they're watching your every move.... but in this case, they really were.

Surrounded by all these statuettes and their eyes....really made their blood boil...

As they arrive in front of the house, the front door opens very "welcoming"... In front of the door, Frank asks her: "Phoebe, are you affraid?"

"No! but how do you know my name?"

"Why are you lying to me? Just once in your life be honest, because it's possible not to make it alive. I can read it inn your eyes, very clearly, that you're affraid, not only to get inside the house, but also affraid of death."

"Never mind these stupid things, let's find Annie".

Frank could read minds and had premonitions. Being very cautious, ties up one end of the rope (found on Phoebe's motorbike) on the banister, and goes to the first floor; the first door that they open, brings them into the mirror room - mirrors which deformed you and brought you into another dimmension(room) - which in a few seconds transportes them into another room, without windows and doors, just 4 statuettes without a head, situated in the room's corners. there was no way out...

Frank finds this place familiar and remebers one of his visions which tortured him for a long time... in this vision, he is in this same room with the 4 statuettes, and a strange voice tells him that in order to get out of the room, he had to resolve a little puzzle. Remembering that, they manage to find the way out, being transported exactly in the room where the "hostages" were gathered, including Annie.

Ryan tells Frank: "Brother, I've been expecting you!"

Frank and Phoebe, puzzled by this, ask Ryan for some explanation. They are told the exact story of the house, details about Annie's "kidnapp" - fact which reveald their presence there: Frank who could read minds and had visions, and Phoebe who could see spirits. While they were talking, a strong current accompanied by a dazzling light, entered the room, shocking everyone. Annie walked towards the center of the light, while a voice is heard:

"Annie...Annie, come to me! You're gonna be ok...."

Annie's attention is drown away by Billy's scream, which is carried by the current in the room with no way out...the room with the 4 statuettes, where he's slashed and ripped by the statuettes which were brought to life by Annie, who had no idea about the powers she possesed inside Rose Red.

Everyone in the house had the victims' qualities (powers), the most important victims in Rose Red's past....were telepaths.

After a short while, 2 of them are pulled up to the ceiling by a supernatural force, opening something like a stellary gate through the ceiling, pulling them through it, then it closes. After a little while it opens again, and two still beating hearts fell down.

Terrifyied by this, they try to run, being forced to go through the mirror room. Frank passed first through the mirror room, while the others were arguing what to do. He yells at them to get out of there because in 13 seconds the mirrors will teleport them, but he doesn't even finish the sentence and the doors and windows are closing again, and in about 3 seconds, screams of excruciating pain and knocking are heard, and a vision of what was happening inside that room appeared to Frank: those remained there were brutally killed by spikes of ice which were falling from the ceiling...

Once Annie dies, the doors and windows are opening, and Frank mannages to escape...runs out to a telephone booth, and calls the police...but they don't believe him:

"Son, are you in mood for jokes? Go tell them to somebody else. Listen to him...hahaha.... a house who eats people....hahahaha.....that's a good one..."

After all these, Frank withdraws into darkness, and nobody couldn't find anything about him. In this time, he wrote a book about what happened in Rose Red. After finnishing the book, he dies in unknown conditions, and the book vanished.

After 13 years, the book was found by another telepath, who also was researching Rose Red's hystory.... and so the story could go on and on, about another series of unexplained deaths and dissappearences...

Daca nu te intalneam... - George Toparceanu

2010-10-21T11:55:00.002+03:00

Daca nu te intalneam

Absolut din intamplare

Tu pe altul oarecare

Tot asa l-ai fi iubit

Ai avea si vre-un copil

Care poate idiotul

Ar fi semanat cu totul

Cu-acel tata imbecil!

Dar asa ce lucru mare

Ca-ntr-o zi ne-am intalnit!

Si ca-s foarte fericit

Absolut din intamplare!

2009-11-09T14:59:00.001+02:00

a photo-shoot

2009-11-05T13:57:00.000+02:00

DE CE - uri neraspunse

2009-10-28T14:53:00.002+02:00

sunt atat de multe de ce'uri neraspunse, incat nu stiu daca o sa pot sa le insir pe toate, dar macar pe cele mai stresante si frecvent intalnite le pot insira mai jos...

De ce trebuie ca anumite persoane, atunci cand merg cu mijloacele de tarnsport trebuie sa vorbeasca despre viata lor la telefon atat de tare incat sa'i auda si restul? de ce trebuie sa aflam noi de problemele lor sau de cat de bine o duc....avem si noi problemele noastre, dar nu ne apucam sa le "spunem" la toata lumea. si mai ales, atunci cand vorbesc la hands free...wtf??? ii doare mana sa tina telefonul la ureche? i don't get that. de ce trebuie s avorbeasca asa de tare? people!!!! o conversatie telefonica trebuie sa fie una personala si intima, nu conteaza cat de boring este. sau tot legat de conversatiile din mijloacele de transport, atunci cand este un grup de persoane si vorbesc tare si rad in hohote sau tipa sau se cearta....we don't give a shit about that. nu ma intereseaza discutiile voastre, sau viata voastra. incetati!!!

De ce trebuie ca anumite persoane sa poarte ochelari de soare la metrou sau in metrou??? nu este soare, nu va intra soarele in ochi, este underground, deci no fuckin' sunlight there!!! ce? vreti sa pareti jmecheri? sau misteriosi? sau ce? what's up with that? pe bune acum! ok, ai ochelari de soare, vrei sa'i afisezi lumii, sa arati ce ochelari cool ai tu. so? si restul lumii are, dar nu ii vezi ca ii poarta la metrou.

De ce trebuie ca gemenii sa se imbrace la fel? asta chiar nu inteleg. ok, sunteti gemeni, dar asta nu inseamna ca trebuie sa aratati leiti. aceeasi culoare la imbracaminte, aceleasi haine, aceeasi coafura, bla, bla, bla....nu aveti aceeasi personalitate, de ce nu incercati sa o puneti in valoare? change something about you. really now!

De ce sunt anumiti oameni care asculta muzica la telefon in metrou, sau in autobuz ori troleu...??? s'au inventat castile!!!!!!!! nu sunt nici scumpe!!! invatati sa va comportati in societate. nu e chiar atat de greu. si ma refer mai ales la cei ce asculta manele si porcarii de genul asta. sau mai sunt unii carora le suna telefonul, [pe langa faptul ca au o melodie ingrozitoare ca ring tone] si nu raspund, si aceea melodie terorizeaza lumea din jur. da'l macar pe silent, sau inchide'l daca nu vrei sa raspunzi. gizas!!!

Sau pitzi, care mai nou au aparut ca ciupercile sau melcii dupa ploaie, care se imbraca de'ti sta mintea'n loc....what's up with that???? isi pun toate culorile pe ele, tot "arsenalul" din casa, toate bijuteriile pe care le gasesc, si mai stiu eu ce....cu buricele goale pe vremea asta friguroasa, cu tot felul de aere....si apoi se intreaba de ce patesc ce patesc, de ce li se intampla mai stiu eu ce nenorocire.... Pai de aia. uita'te in oglinda inainte de a iesi din casa, [asta daca ai una:)))))] si incearca sa pari si tu a om.

Inca ceva...de ce trebuie sa existe atatia mincinosi patologici si ipohondrii pe lumea asta? de ce trebuie sa'si inventeze atatea lumi paralele si atatea povesti pentru fiecare persoana pe care o intalnesc, numai ca sa se simta ei bine? DE Ce trebuie sa existe asemenea persoane? nu pot fi si ele normale? de ce vor sa raneasca pe cei din jur, familie, prieteni, colegi, numai ca sa se simta ei bine in lumea lor inexistenta? de unde atata inspiratie pentru atatea minciuni? daca nu au de ales, atunci sa faca ceva constructiv din asta, like...writing...sa scrie povesti, sa scrie poezii, scenarii de teatru sau film...de ce trebuie sa ne strese pe noi cu viata lor patetica???

Cum am zis mai sus, sunt multe de spus, dar voi mai reveni asupra acestui subiect.

O seara placuta

4X4 - DESCÂNTEC

2009-10-06T15:53:00.002+03:00

Este o melodie care îmi place foarte mult. Este un amestec de ploaie, de nori, de iubire şi de veşnicie; de un sentiment de mult uitat care încetul cu încetul îşi face iar apariţia în inimile noastre. O voce superbă. Mă duce cu gândul la trecuturile noastre magice. Iar versurile sunt la fel de speciale:

Dezmiardă-mă
Şi fă-mă iar să cânt
Dezleagă-mi sufletul
De ploie şi de vânt
Nu mă lăsa
De jale să mă frâng
Du-mă departe de ea....

Să se-audă dincolo de noi
Că iubesc, că te iubesc pân-am să mor
Şi aş vrea ca dincolo de nori să fie
Lumea ce-o visăm de-o veşnicie...

Sărută-mă
Şi să mă uit visând
Veghează-mi inima
Şi trupul tremurând
Nu mă lăsa
De jale să mă frâng
Du-mă departe de ea...

Să se-audă dincolo de noi
Că iubesc, că te iubesc pân-am să mor
Şi aş vrea ca dincolo de nori să fie
Lumea ce-o visăm de-o veşnicie...

MEMORIES

2009-10-01T13:58:00.003+03:00

Nascuti la inceputul anilor 70-80,
vedem acum in anul 2009 cum casa parintilor nostri este de
50 de ori mai scumpa decat atunci cand au cumparat-o
si realizam ca noi o sa platim pentru casele noastre in jur
de 50 de ani.

Nu avem amintiri despre primii pasi pe luna, nici despre
razboaie sangeroase, dar avem cultura generala,
pentru ca asta insemna ceva o data.

Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat
"Ascunselea" , "Castel", "Ratele si
"vanatorii", "Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi",
"Prinsea","Sticluta cu otrava",
"Pac Pac", "Hotii si vardistii", ultimii
care au strigat "Un doi trei la perete stai",
ultimii care au folosit telefoanele cu fise,
dar primii care am facut petreceri video
(inchiriam un video si stateam sa ne uitam
la filme 2 zile inchisi in casa), primii care am vazut
desene animate color, primii care am renuntat la casete
audio si le-am inlocuit cu CD-uri.

Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, pantaloni evazati,
geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea firme gen Lee sau
Puma era deja lider de gasca.
Noi nu am dat examene de Capacitate, nu am dat teste
grile la admitere.

Noi am fost ultimii "Soimi ai Patriei" si
ultimii "Pioneri".
La gradinita am invatat poezii in romaneste, nu in engleza...
Si am cantat MULTI ANI TRAIASCA nu HAPPY BIRTHDAY la
aniversari.

Am sorbit din ochi Sclava Isaura, Beverly Hills ,
Melrose Place , Twin Peaks, Dallas .. si cine zice ca nu s-a
uitat ori minte ori nu avea inca televizor.
Reclamele de pe posturile straine ne innebuneau, si
abia asteptam sa vina si la noi inghetata Magnum, sau
pustile alea absolut superbe cu apa.Intre timp, ne consolam
cu Tango cu vanilie si ciocolata si clasicele bidoane
umplute cu apa de la robinet, care turnate in cap ne
provocau pneumonii. Si uite un motiv bun sa nu mergem la
scoala.

Noi am ascultat si Metallica, si Ace of Base, si DJ
Bobo, si Michael Jackson, si Backstreet Boys si Take That,
si inca nu auzisem de manele singurele melodii de joc fiind
horele la chefuri, la care nimeni nu stia pasii, dar toti
dansam!

Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am
auzit atat de Abba, si de Queen, cat si de noile nume gen 50
Cent si Britney Spears.

Am citit "Licurici", "Pif",Ciresarii, si am baut Cico
si Zmeurata si ni s-a parut ceva extraordinar cand au aparut
primele sucuri "de la TEC" fara sa ne fie teama ca "au prea multe
E-uri", iar la scoala beam toata clasa dintr-o sticla
de suc fara teama de virusi.

Noi am baut prima Coca-Cola la sticla si am descoperit internetul.
Noi nu ne dadeam bip-uri, ne fluieram
sa iesim afara, noi nu aveam dolby surround system, taceam
toti ca sa auzim actiunea filmului, nu aveam Nintendo sau
Playstation ci jocuri tetris de care ne plictiseam la o luna
dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap, pline de praf.
Abia asteptam la chefuri sa jucam "Fantanita", sau
"Flori, fete sau baieti", sau "Adevar sau
Provocare", sau orice ne dadea un pretext sa
"pupam pe gura" pe cine "iubeam"..

Noi suntem cei care inca au mai "cerut
prietenia", care inca roseam la cuvantul
"sex", care dadeam cu banul care sa intre in
farmacie sa cumpere prezervative, pe care apoi sa le umplem
cu apa si sa le aruncam in capul colegilor,
care am completat mii de oracole, sperand ca persoana
iubita va citi acolo unde scrie "De cine iti
place?" ca ne place de el/ea.

Este uimitor ca inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca
noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca, genunchiere si
cotiere, nu am avut scaune speciale in masini, nu am aruncat
la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos, nu
am avut pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de
copii, nu ne-am spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti
cainii si toate pisicile din cartier, nu am tinut cont de cate lipide
si glucide mancam, parintii nostri nu au "child proof
the house", ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si vin de la
alimentara, si cate un pachet de tigari de la tutungerie.

Noi am auzit cum s-a tras la Revolutie , noi am fost martorii a trei
schimbari de bancnote si monede, noi am ras la bancuri cu
Bula, noi am fost primii care au auzit-o pe Andreea Esca la
Pro TV, noi suntem cei care mai tinem minte emisiunea
"Feriti-va de magarus".

Suntem o generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de
"first-timers" ...

Daca citesti si ai cazut macar un pic pe ganduri,
esti de-al nostru !

DREADLOCK PUSSY - AKEMI

2009-05-19T17:15:00.001+03:00

Boku wa hitori de
seikatsu shitai no da
hoka no hitotachi ni
gai ga aru shi
jikan ga areba
kimi ga dasshutsu shita
hou ga ii
akemichan wa kawaii
onna da shi yoi shoujou ne

motto hayaku arukinasai
nande matteru no wasuremono
motto hayaku nigenasai
zen wa isoge - hashiro

koko wa aijou ga nai
wakaru ka denasai

machigaeta no de
batsu o uketa
boku no tsumi ga
ooki no dakara
sono toki ga
mukashi na no ni
ima mo harawanakereba
naranai

motto hayaku arukinasai
nande matteru no wasuremono
motto hayaku nigenasai
zen wa isoge - hashiro

koko wa aijou ga nai
wakaru ka denasai

yameru na

yada

2009-04-27T17:38:00.001+03:00

Virtual human development game

www.human-age.com

THINGS I'VE DONE AND HAVEN'T DONE

2009-04-14T10:43:00.000+03:00

Level 1
(X) Smoked a cigarette.
(X) Smoked a cigar.
(X) Kissed a member of the same sex. (on the check and a peck on the lips)
(X) Drank alcohol.

Level 2
(X) Are/been in love.
(X) Been dumped.
(X) Shoplifted.
(X) Been fired.
(X) Been in a fist fight.

Level 3
(X) Had a crush on an older person.
(X) Skipped school.
(X) Slept with a classmate.
(X) Seen someone/something die.

Level 4
(X) Had/have a crush on one of your friends who is now on Facebook.
( ) Been to Paris.
( ) Been to Spain.
( ) Been on a plane.
(X) Thrown up from drinking.

Level 5
(X) Eaten sushi.
( ) Been snowboarding.
( ) Met someone BECAUSE of Facebook.
( ) Been in a mosh pit.

Level 6
( ) Been in an abusive relationship.
(X) Taken pain killers.
(X) Love/loved someone who you can’t have.
(X) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by.
(X) Made a snow angel.

Level 7
(X) Had a tea party.
(X) Flown a kite.
(X) Built a sand castle.
( ) Gone mudding (offroading).
(X) Played dress up.

Level 8
(X) Jumped into a pile of leaves.
(X) Gone sledding.
(X) Cheated while playing a game.
(X) Been lonely.
(X) Fallen asleep at work/school.

Level 9
(X) Watched the sun set.
(X) Felt an earthquake.
( ) Killed a snake.

Level 10
(X) Been tickled.
(X) Been robbed/vandalized.
(X) Been cheated on.
(X) Been misunderstood.

Level 11
(X) Won a contest.
( ) Been suspended from school.
( ) Had detention.
(X) Been in a car/motorcycle accident.

Level 12
( ) Had/have braces.
(X) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night.
(X) Danced in the moonlight.

Level 13
( ) Hated the way you look.
( ) Witnessed a crime.
( ) Pole danced.
(X) Questioned your heart.
( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes.

Level 14
(x) Squished barefoot through the mud.
(X) Been lost.
( ) Been to the opposite side of the world.
(X) Swam in the ocean.
(X) Felt like you were dying.

Level 15
(X) Cried yourself to sleep.
(X) Played cops and robbers.
(X) Recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers.
(X) Sang karaoke.
( ) Paid for a meal with only coins.

Level 16
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t.
(X) Made prank phone calls.
(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.
(X) Kissed in the rain.

Level 17
(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus.
(X) Watched the sun set/sun rise with someone you care/cared about.
(X) Blown bubbles.
(X) Made a bonfire on the beach or anywhere.

Level 18
(X) Crashed A Party.
(X) Have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people.
(X) Gone rollerskating/blading.
(X) Had a wish come true.
(X) Slept with a member of the same sex.

Level 19
(X) Worn pearls.
(X) Jumped off a bridge.
( ) Screamed “penis” or “vagina”.
( ) Swam with dolphins.

Level 20
( ) Got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube.
( ) Kissed a fish.
(X) Worn the opposite sex’s clothes.
(X) Sat on a roof top.

Level 21
(X) Screamed at the top of your lungs.
( ) Done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel.
(X) Talked on the phone for more than six hours.
(X) Recently stayed up for a while talking to someone you care about.

Level 22
(X) Picked and ate an apple right off the tree.
(X) Climbed a tree.
(X) Had/been in a tree house.
( ) Been scared to watch scary movies alone.

Level 23
(X) Believed in ghosts.
( ) Have had more than thirty pairs of shoes.
( ) Gone streaking.
( ) Visited jail.

Level 24
(X) Played chicken.
( ) Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on.
(X) Been told you’re hot by a complete stranger.
(X) Broken a bone.
(X) Been easily amused.

Level 25
( ) Caught a fish then ate it later.
( ) Made a porn video.
(X) Caught a butterfly.
(X) Laughed so hard you cried.
(X) Cried so hard you laughed.

Level 26
(X) Mooned/flashed someone.
(X) Had someone moon/flash you.
(X) Cheated on a test.
(X) Forgotten someone’s name.
(X) French braided someone’s hair.
(X) Gone skinny dipping.
( ) Been kicked out of your house.
(X) Tried to hurt yourself.

Level 27
(X) Rode a roller coaster.
( ) Went scuba-diving/snorkelling.
(X) Had a cavity.
(X) Black-mailed someone.
(X) Been black mailed.

Level 28
(X) Been used.
(X) Fell going up the stairs.
( ) Licked a cat.
(X) Bitten someone.
(X) Licked someone

Level 29
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint.
(X) Had sex in the rain.
( ) Flattened someone’s tires.
( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on.
( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas.

Ky-Mani Marley - worriors

2009-04-03T16:58:00.001+03:00

TAKING OFF - 1971 - MILOS FORMAN

2009-01-12T10:55:00.001+02:00

!!!! It\'s Friday !!!!!

2008-10-03T16:42:00.001+03:00

Damian Marley ft. Stephen Marley & Capleton - It Was Written

2008-07-30T16:10:00.002+03:00

sober - tool

2008-07-16T15:44:00.001+03:00

JOURNEY TO THE PAST - AALIYAH

2008-07-16T15:35:00.001+03:00

17 iulie - DRUM AND BASS VERSUS PARTY- in FIRE CLUB!

2008-07-16T12:51:00.000+03:00

Bring The Noise prezinta : VERSUS Night

ATENTIE - PRIMUL EVENIMENT DE MUZICA ELECTRONICA in CLUB FIRE!!!!!!!!

Line-up :

CUM VREI Vs DPRESSION

MINUS vs MOLOH

C9H13NO3 vs WEIRDO

KILDAZY vs KIDLAZY

CREEP vs KATALEPSYS

intrare: LIBERA

prezentza: OBLIGATORIE

SUMIREGUSA (Wild Violet)

2008-07-15T11:12:00.004+03:00

Mono no aware
Murasaki iro no hana
Haru no hana
To fuyu mo koyuki
Harahara
Shizen no bi kana
Ah! Midori no ha to
Aki no iro
Kaze no koe
Tori no saezuri
Kanashii umi
Yorokobino umi
Yama
Koishi
Ayamegusa

(Haiku written by MATSUO BASHO, and also sung by ENYA)

The poignancy of things
A purple flower
The blossoms of spring
and the light snow of winter
How they fall.
The beauty of nature
A green leaf and
Autumn colors.
The voice of the wind
The song of birds
A sad sea
A joyfull sea
Mountains
Pebbles
A wild iris.

RUSSIAN LOVE POEMS

2008-07-15T11:06:00.004+03:00

Eu te'am iubit Si poate ca iubirea In suflet inca nu s'a stins de tot Dar nici neliniste si nici tristete Ea nu iti va mai da, asa socot Fara cuvinte te'am iubit Fara nadejde De gelozie si sfiala chinuita, De'a Domnul sa mai fii candva iubit Asa gingas, asa adanc, cum te'am iubit!!!

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Iubirea, cum legenda spune E dorul cel nepotolit A doua suflete comune Predestinate sa se'adune Si...adunate, in sfarsit Din ele cel mai cu sfiala In inegalul lor duel Acela, fara indoiala Flamand de'o lume ideala, Iubind, se va topi doar el...

IEPURE TRAGIC ( Some Lamb, 1975 - Stan Rice)

2008-07-15T11:04:00.002+03:00

Iepure tragic, un tablou.

Urechi ciulite, verzi, ca o frunza de porumb,

fruntea intunecata spre stele atintita...

Doar un tablou la mine pe perete, singuratic

asa cum si iepurii sunt,

asa cum nici macar nu sunt. Falci rosii, durdulii,

totul numai arta, botul adulmeca'n zare,

un obicei greu de pierdut sau nu...

Iepure tragic poti fi tu insuti; verzui-roscata spinarea,

pieptul mic, dar viguros, albastru.

Dar daca esti vreodata ispitit de astfel de schimbare,

Sa te pazesti de Trupul cel Adevarat, el

te rastoarna de pe armasarul tragic,

iti spulbera culoarea tragica, asa, ca o naluca

ce spulbera si marmura; si orice rana ti se inchide atunci

atat de repede, incat pana si apa

te poate pizmui.

Pictati pe foaia alba de hartie, iepurii sporesc

mai mult decat blestemul aruncat salbaticei lor inmultiri,

iar urechile ciulite li se preschimba in coarne.

Dar tu nu te lasa vrajit de tragicul vietii;

Cand te inhata aceasta capcana pentru iepuri

toate culorile par sabii de lumina,

iar foarfecele - Dumnezeul viu.

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TRAGIC RABBIT

Tragic rabbit, a painting.

The caked ears green like rolled corn.

The black forehead pointing at the stars.

A painting on my wall, alone

as rabbits are

and aren’t. Fat red cheek,

all Art, trembling nose,

a habit hard to break as not.

You too can be a tragic rabbit; green and red

your back, blue your manly little chest.

But if you’re ever goaded into being one

beware the True Flesh, it

will knock you off your tragic horse

and break your tragic colors like a ghost

breaks marble; your wounds will heal

so quickly water

will be jealous.

Rabbits on white paper painted

outgrow all charms against their breeding wild;

and their rolled corn ears become horns.

So watch out if the tragic life feels fine –

caught in that rabbit trap

all colors look like sunlight’s swords,

and scissors like The Living Lord.

THE ROSE - William Buttler Yeats (1865-1939)

2008-07-15T11:00:00.003+03:00

When you are old, and grey

and full of sleep, and

nodding by the fire,

Take down this book

and slowly read, and dream

of the soft look your eyes had once;

And of their shadows

deep; how many loved your

moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty

with love false or true;

But one man loved the

pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sarrows

of your changing face.

And bending down

beside the glowing bars,

Murmur a little sadly,

How love fled, and paced

upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

TU

2008-07-15T10:58:00.001+03:00

Pleci pentru o vreme din tine
Apoi, intr'o zi, te intorci
Totul aparent e bine.
Uneori insa vezi ceea ce trebuia sa fii.
O inima calda, si nu...
Umbra cu ganduri tarzii care esti.
Atunci stii ca n'ai invatat nimic,
Si pentru o vreme
Iarasi pleci sa stai cu chirie
Intr'un suflet mai bun
Si zi cu zi sa'l otravesti

ALFABETUL DUPA NICHITA STANESCU

2008-07-15T10:49:00.004+03:00

"El a optat total pt poezie, neglijandu'si viata de familie, disciplina zilnica, sanatatea. Dar a fost o alegere constienta si asumata. Nu si'a construit un personaj, era un personaj. Si a trait risipind din fiinta lui. Nu putea altfel" - Dora Stanescu - interviu Iulia Arsintescu

Autoportret - Eu nu sunt altceva decat o pata de sange care vorbeste.

Barbat - Nu naste, ci viseaza, - nu doarme, ci tine in mana arma!

Ceasuri - Ceasurile sunt bisericile noastre / De mana sau de buzunar, / De perete... Ne rugam luand cunostiinta / De bataia lor inscrisa pe cadavre...

Destainuire - Singura mea prada e viata mea. Tot ce pot pierde e viata mea.

Existenta - Cel mai miraculos fapt al existentei este faptul ca este.

Frumusete - Ea era frumoasa ca umbra unui gand, intre ape numai ea era pamant.

Geometrie - Geometria e linistea intamplarii!

Iubire - Atat de mult eu o iubeam pe ea ca insusi cerul se curba albastru.

Imbratisare - As fi vrut sa te pastrez in brate asa cum tin trupul copilariei, in trecut, cu mortile'i nerepetate si sa te'mbratisez cu coastele'as fi vrut.

Lectie de citire - Scriere este totul. Pestele e litera in alfabetul marii. O fraza sunt pasarile in zbor.

Matematica - Stim ca unu plus unu fac doi, dar eu si cu tine, nu stim, vai, nu stim cat facem.

Nemurire - Moartea e starea de dinainte de a te naste.

Oameni - Oamenii sunt pasari nemaiintalnite, cu aripile crescute inlauntru, care bat plutind, planand, intr'un aer mai curat - care e gandul.

Poezie - Poezia nu este lacrima, ea este insusi plansul.

Sinceritate - Sinceritatea poate fi o mizerie, iar adevarul pus in gura unui dihor, o murdarie!

Tristete - Tristetea mea aude nenascutii caini oe nenascutii oameni cum ii latra.

Varsta - Adolescenta e'o franghie de aur pe care n'o poti taia daca vrei, cu cutitul. Adolescenta e'o franghie de aur legand nadirul si zenitul.

Zestre - Nu pot sa am decat ceea ce au toti, acel ceva pe care l'ar avea toti absolut toti - ...stelele cand devin insumi, copacii cand sunt insumi, restul e o masinarie de ceas.

PATUL DE SPINI

2008-07-14T16:15:00.002+03:00

Stau...privesc in jur...nimic...ma cuprinde un ingrozitor plictis. Simt cum ma prabusesc in podea...Brusc, intorc privirea si vad cum patul de spini ma cheama...imi face cu ochiul, ma atrage...incerc sa'i rezist, insa nici o sansa...parca m'a hipnotizat...ciudat, parca a prins viata...ma cheama...si dupa multe incercari a reusit sa ma captureze...parca a prins viata, ciudat...ma invaluie cu acei terifianti spini, care devin din ce in ce mai mari, mai ascutiti, mai ingrozitori. Simt cum vor sa'mi strapunga pielea...doare infernal...imi strapung pielea, incet, sa ma doara si mai tare...simt cum imi sfasie pielea, carnea, simt cum imi strapung carnea si curge sangele meu negru...simt caldura sangelui meu negru cum curge, se prelinge peste carnea strapunsa...si ustura, doare, se face un intuneric de groaza, iar sangele il simt cum umple toata camera........innot in propriul sangeeeee...............ma innec ...ajutor.....ajutoooorrrr!!! ma poate ajuta careva? simt cum ma scufund in acel pat de soini... parca au mai ramas doar oasele... spinii vor sa le sparga si pe ele... sa le sfaramiteze...sunt intr'un neant... ma scufund in neant...doar eu si neantul...neantul si cu mine. Eu sunt Neantul, am disparut, m'am dizolvat, spinii m'au facut praf, care a fost luat de o adiere a vortexului neantului...plutesc... inca mai pot sa simt... zbor...si simt caldura incendiara cum arde praful, cum ia foc... simt cum mor....si deodata din cenusa nou formata incep iar sa prind viata...ma transform..... prind aripi, niste aripi imense, negre si un nou corp care nu e nici pe departe ceva ce stiam ca exista... inca nu pot sa deslusesc in ce anume m'am transformat....straniu...sa fie o pasare...Pheonix...nu, nici pe departe...un Grifon....nici....un Sukkubus...posibil, dar totusi nu... un Inkkubus....nu.... ....terifiantii spini.....ii vad peste tot, ma invaluie....incerc sa'mi iau zborul totusi, poate voi afla despre noua "viata" cate vceva nou, poate mai gasesc pe cineva... dar sunt inca in neant... incerc sa ma uit prin jur, sa zaresc ceva... dar nimic insa... incep sa plang, dar lacrimile imi ard fata... simt cum ies aburi si fum... incerc sa dau din aripi, sa fac vant si racoare, dar aripile'mi, odata ce incep sa le flutur, raman prinse... m'au legat, fara sa simt... numai pot sa scap... incerc sa ma zbat, insa fara nici un rezultat... incep sa se auda niste zgomote... ciudate... parca ar fi niste hohote de ras sau de plans - nu'mi dau seama; incerc sa deslusesc zgomotul, sa vad de unde vine... ma inspaimanta... e peste tot, ma inconjoara... nu ma pot misca... tot ce pot face e sa ma zbat, sa incerc sa ma descatusez... ma simt captiva... ca intr'o colivie - cusca mai degraba - dar nici o bara, nimic. Neantul ma tine captiva... ma dor aripile... vreau sa'mi iau zborul, catre nicaieri, macar sa scap de acolo. Strig, tip, urlu... dar nu am voce... nimeni nu ma poate auzi... sau pot... si eu sunt cea care nu pot sa aud... linistedeplina, liniste de cavou, de mormant... un miros de putregai m'a razbit... nici nu'mi dau seama din ce parte vine... ma invaluie... simt cum intru in putrefactie... mi'e frica ... o frica inspaimantatoare... nu stiu cum sa scap. Salvati'ma... ajutor... ma poate ajuta careva? Nici nu mai pot sa simt... vreau sa simt, chiar si cand ma rup din lanturile cu care sunt incatusata... incerc, incerc... e foarte greu - parca ar fi de otel... fixate in niste colosi de stanca de metal, sau ce'o fo... incerc din nou, ma concentrez si - izbutesc pana la urma sa ma desprind din acele lanturi grele... aripile ma dor, sunt ranita, sangerez - acelasi sange negru care ma arde, insa acum pot sa simt... ma zbat, dau din aripi sa incerc sa scap din neant... doare - ma dor!... insa nu ma descurajez... e in pret libertatea mea - viata mea (cel putin cat a mai ramas din ea...); incerc sa prind curaj - macar sufletul nu m'a parasit - nu au putut sa mi'l rapeasca si pe el. HA, HA - sunt mai puternica decat voi (oricine-oricare'ati fi) mai puternica decat credeam - incep sa urc, chiar daca nu vad absolut nimic, stiu ca sufletu va gasi poarta spre iesirea din acest neant... va gasi drumul spre casa... aripile ma dor si urlu din rasputeri - dar stiu ca o sa fie bine... sau oare, asa o fi?!... cine stie - vreau doar sa scap de aici... usor, usor observ ca apare ceva - ma intampina ceva sau cineva... - se vede o gaura imensa, incerc sa trec, sa ma strecor... sper doar sa nu vina acel ceva/cineva dupa mine - am lasta dare din sangele meu in urma mea si bucati de aripi... pene / d'abia mai pot zbura... mai mult ma tarasc, pe ceva nemaisimtit, nemaiintalnit, nemaipipait, nemaimirosit pana acuma... straniu, dizgratios, dezgustator, scarbos... oribil, terifiant si ironic sau surprinzator, nu mi'e frica... ma simt bine, in ciuda faptului... imi vine sa rad chiar...sarcastic ce'i drept... si dupa multe eforturi... intr'un final reusesc sa ies - dar vai... nu era ce credeam, ce speram - era cu totul altceva... de nedescris... un abis... iar pe partea cealalta, limbi de foc... ce inghiteau orice le venea-iesea in cale, insa incercam sa'mi fac curaj... eutotusi aveam aripi - nu intregi, dar imi dadeau un pic de speranta... Asa ca am inceput sa traversez abisul, sa trec de acele limbi de foc; cand am ajuns in dreptul lor, parca incercau sa ma traga in jos cu limbile alea ce de sarpe veninos si perfid si suspicios. Ma lupt cum nu m'am mai luptat vreodata... e din ce in ce mai greu, aripile isi pierd din putere, corpul meu la fel, simt cum ma sting... m'au doborat... si acum flacarile ma savureaza, ma saruta cu gurile lor foarte reci (ciudat...), ma ating, vor sa'mi smulga ce'a mai ramas din aripi, sa'mi smulga fiecare particica a corpului... parca acum mi'e dor de acel neant... dar am ales sa ies - traiesc consecintele... nu mai am vlaga... sufletul si spiritul meu sunt pe duca, si pe ele vor sa le inghita, sa nu mai am nimic, sa nu mai existe nici o particica din mine, sa ma evapore... sa para ca nu mai exist... dar inca mai sunt si din ce mi'a mai ramas, ultimul lucru pe care l'am putut face a fost sa urlu din toata puterea ce o mai aveam... si nu am realizat ca... acel urlet, a trezit in acel moment, tot ce'mi distrusesera ei/ele... si iar am incercat sa fug... dar fara speranta... nu aveam unde... era sfarsitul... si intr'un final, mi'am dat seama in ce m'am transformat - un inger cazut si blestemat... nici o scapare.............ma evapor, dispar...ca un vampir la lumina soarelui.......acum sunt una cu Universul....o amintire.....una blestemata..........