Whispering
Standing there on the bourn
out of time, events
the leaves fluttering
I fall prey to dreaming
An aspen is whisperig to me
years go by
An aspen is whispering to me
I feel the vibrations
Thursday 27th October 2016 6:39 pm
Owl
Black depth
the power flicker
looking at me
the silence of the night.
Gray feathers
hoots something
instruction from the heavens
it has me in power.
Instruction from above.
I choose the words
she stands by me.
........................
my owl
Monday 1st August 2016 7:43 pm
The base of my life
I started to balance,
I played the last 20 year in my brain.
Cerebral sequence. Here and back again.
And again.
Here and back again.
I close my eyes and do it again.
Chalk.
Wild pace.
Trip.
Acceleration as Häkkinen would did
Driving with tons of picked weeds.
Economic weeds. Sophisticated, explicit, implementation, reflection, operational program, human resources - balance.
Balance.
T...
Monday 1st August 2016 7:38 pm
Twinkle
(the ballance)
You couldn´t miss her. She carried herself with a confidence that morning, walking like gazelle. Slim hips in clothes from some luxury boutique, perfect legs. Sexy blonde at seven am. She had to walk straight out of the hairdresser. It seemed like she didn´t go to work, but on a meeting with the president. She walked completely naturally at the high heels and still managed to swi...
Monday 1st August 2016 7:36 pm
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