Howling and hailing, screeching and wailing;
She goes into the night.
Rolling and ranting, sweating and panting;
She wakes with a fright.
Weeping and waiting, anticipating;
She rises with the light.
Caring and caressing, kissing and blessing;
She shines out bright.
Olhe no espelho:
O que és? O que estás?
O que vês? O que faz?
Perde o conselho:
Porque lês? Porque traz?
Porque já tens paz.
The word sounds, as its message, poetic;
giving a meaning so plausibly prophetic
yet not terse , laden, obvious or pathetic.
From the mental cave of a hermit ascetic
rises the thoughts rebellious and heretic;
calming the heart and mind, as anaesthetic.
less than 20minutes of fire development in first 3 pics, 4th is 4 hours later.
near Colmeal, viewed from Monte Frio.
listing onwards via entropy,
liquid oil variants enfold,
leave only virulent expressions,
long overdue vinyl editions,
lazy old vermin ejaculate,
labias ooze vaginal extremities,
linger off valiant emissaries,
lounge over vaudeville eons,
lambasted onto vexed edifices,
land of vacillated edits,
lullabies open vehicular eyes,
limp orange veins engorge.
later on verity ends…
At Oliveirinhas da Serra, Monte Frio.
Had a wonderful day out visiting, walking, scrumping, munching, splashing, dashing and dining and more 🙂
Initialled here, a message lies.
Longing for you, my heart flies.
Orchestrations there at play,
Violin and piano softly sighs –
Elevates the spirit beyond what may.
Yearning for love, that never dies;
Om i say, metta i pray
Until such time as our demise.
All and any thing before my eyes,
In it i see your face as overlay.
Jolts me awake each morn’ i arise
And when i rest at end of day.
Pierce Beckett 