Dear bully, let's talk.

Thank you for giving me from your time, thank you for reading this letter. It might need some editing I will get back to it as soon as I can. Enjoy:)

Being proactive instead of experiencing the consequences
Doesn't mean that you never experienced the consequences
Even if it happen to someone else.

Who am I and why do I talk to you?

I create a reality, a reality that can become part of someone's worldview. Maybe you don't think that you are a bully and you don't need to feel bad about yourself while reading this letter. That is not my intention.

For example you might know(from others)about the things I have done or observed me or perhaps you have a tailor-made opinion for people like me and you don't need to know more when you feel that I somehow fit in the category you place me in your head but you don't know who I am do you feel that I do? Do I know who you are 24/7? Regardless don't dismiss my letter to you yet, please keep reading.

Even though to know how you feel about someone's action doesn't qualify you to have an opinion about who they are. Become aware though that you actually get a chance to understand who you will become when you execute the very same action you are judging and perhaps choose to become a better person make the world a better place to live in and who knows? You might unintentionally  become what others long for.

My beloved stranger as one stranger to another feel free to be who you are around me but don't bully me not because I warn you or because you hurt my feelings but because you will waste your precious time and I want you to grow stronger instead of being trapped while we interact while we interact or when you think of me I want you to feel safe being yourself regardless how it might look(to others).

 Always with love
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(((Summertime¤Sadness))) Part III

I was talking to the sun all along
while discovering my very own song
A way to find where I belong
In my hands I kept the seeds

With my mind I envisioned them in full bloom
My eyes stopped searching with eager fascination
for a way to synchronize my youtful inner emptiness
with the outer world

Oh sun and moon inside my heart
keep touching me even when I miss you
I will forever exist beyond the opposites
Be in two places at once Beautiful and Ugly

like you and you we will never feel alone
even while being observed and transform
to something else in the eyes of someone that
feels alone, that feels the need to belong with

the ones that seem to be able to survive maybe
under their protection he/she will keep making it
through the eternal night of conditioned fulness
struggling with the emptiness it brings


"...wrapped in her ever invisible robes..."
quote by unknown from the Book of Dzyan

Summertime sadness
transformed to
summertime gladness

but I will remember both of them
every time I see the summer rain

as a child the summer rain meant that I had to
stay in and not keep discovering what the world
has to offer

Now, every time it rains I smile and feel relief
no need to water my flower seeds and the plants
today Thanks to the rain! As I grow younger I learn
how to be a part of the world instead of just taking of
what it has to offer I do my part so for example the bees
the butterflies the insects the birds will find a place to rest
in my garden Find nourishment

I no longer need to search for beauty in others
I create beautiful moments together with others
We create moments instead of time creating us
-who we are right now- Old or Young





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One day you were older than me (Part II)

I didn't know what beauty was 

because beauty was everywhere

but I was told that via comparison

you understand what beauty is

Someone for example told me oh how 

I love your skin my skin looked the same

once upon a time but now I am older

Oh I really love your skin lucky you!Ok 

I thought

to myself when the skin looks like that it is

something beautiful that I need to pay more

attention to and feel extra content with but

I LOVE and there is beauty in love To love

to be love aaah Anyway so one day that I felt

tired and needed a pick me up I start observing

my skin to my horror my skin didn't look exactly 

the same as it once was like like that day I learned

what beauty is

. . . to be continued

You will be older than me one day(Part I)

“It takes a very long time to become young.” ― Pablo Picasso






The toll of aging ain't that amazing but once you pass the bridge and within you settle in Your image in the mirror will no longer feel like the observing thoughts of first impression knowers and instinctive survivors that actually are scared predators

your past impressions, your apprehension of what your youthful beauty awoken in others Was not you| Your beauty didn't make you and is no longer valid Who are you when all of them close their eyes go to sleep the eternal sleep . . . Who are you Go back and remember the faces that admired you Were they happy all along or as soon as you entered the room and they lay their eyes on you they shined? Can you recall? Did they perhaps let you know how they miss the time they were young? Maybe they also remembered the people that admired their youthful beauty . . .

The toll of aging ain't that amazing but once you pass the bridge and within you settle in!

Winged scarab

I am going to give you a kiss and see if you miss
the touch of our lips when your lips touch each other
while making the sound of the letter b when you say bye
bye for now 'Just for now' I will repeat
and while touching with the tip of my tongue my
soft palate forming the sound of the letter N my
eyes will get one more chance one last chance to
feel how you touch my soul how you make the
universe sing for me and what a great relief it will be
when I get to rest in your arms feel your embrace
listen to the beat of your heart slowly touch your
fingertips with mine and melancholically
give you a kiss on the cheek touch your hair
and leave without looking back but I am still
listening to the song of the universe I wonder if
you can hear it too while your eyes are being
touched painted by the morning sun

6 Ariette, Op. 95: No. 1. Ombre amene – Mauro Giuliani

Irony.Pure irony & a sardonic grin.

It’s so easy to misplace affectionespecially when you find a safe place to exist in

so your mind can rest and your heart recover

But like my house keys I some times put them in a safe place so I wont lose them and when the time comes I forget where that safe place was Funny, isn't it? My safe place is even hidden from me Oh am I a danger to myself?

Perhaps it is easy to recall which place is the proper one to place my keys but   when it comes to me and it has always been so I remember what I taught myself and not what I am being taught. When I am present and not caught up in thoughts the safe place to place my keys is everywhere and of course where I chose it to be that given moment When the time comes I will remember exactly where I placed my keys last time. 

Not where I usually place my keys. As Paulo Coelho says 
“if you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal”

When life is an adventure the only thing you need to remember is to be present and when life is not an adventure you still have to be present otherwise you will adventure your well-being! 

Where did we go wrong?*Mono no aware?*

Your-self

To know you doesn't mean to give you what you want
To know me doesn't mean to deny me what I feel I own
My-self
For you
To understand my needs is not to know what created them
To understand your needs I need to listen to your silence
When we are together
For us
To love myself I need to listen to my silence

before my silence devours me 
To love you means to listen to your silence
after you are gone and become whole again
Until next time

I
when I don’t give you what keeps making you happy
You
then believe that I don’t know you
I 
oh how I wish you knew me but you can’t because I
keep becoming something new and you keep becoming
who you think you deserve to be

You and you alone

I can miraculously, just for you be the in full bloom cherry tree
on your iceberg and if you want to get a taste of me you ‘ve got to
first reach the top of your iceberg instead of trying to lift it up
while holding your breath

What about . . .
What makes you stronger is not always what you need To be stronger
doesn't mean to be in charge of yourself but to keep being compared
To be stronger than?

When you are weak('come, let's hug.')

Some times I need you
I need you to be weak for me
instead of me but in my presence
Some times I want you to react
verbalize my silenced first reaction
because I know better and I will think
further but I need you I want you to
become your inner first reaction so I
can fight for a better world for you
a place where the personification of
your, our intuitive reaction can live safely
untouched. When something beyond our
control happens react. Your reaction is
needed. Not because you alone will make a
difference but you will activate people like me
but beware as soon as you try to manipulate
the knowledge I just gave you You then represent
death and will be ignored, regarded as non existent.

Oh you spineless creature(not like Dido's dilemma?)

A sketch, a symbolic straight line & lots of empty inner space

A man wearing a tie a man in a suit ties me up no time to reach my arrow and shoot I can’t even pretend that I don’t give a hoot Yes I confess a bundle from heaven I once was and I can now grant entry to that heaven but who is that man wearing a tie what does he aim to achieve why is he wearing a suit and from how many of his hellish illusions do I have to pass through before I get to reach him touch him inside before I touch his skin and then keep his tie as a souvenir? Oh a weakling am I cause I saw a man in a suit wearing a tie oh my . . .

Dido's dilemma"According to legend, Hiarbas, a king in the area near Carthage, agreed to let Dido buy as much land as she could cover with a bull's hide.

Dido then cut the hide into tiny strips, and with the strips surrounded a large area of land, which she called Byrsa, naming it from the hide of the bull (Bell, 164)"

Parenthood Hybrid*the mirror*

Mom+Dad=The child.

~
I can summon your manifestation
I can bring forth what makes you tick

I can let you keep talking to me so you

can feel what you are going to achieve

I will then know your plans your strategy

Talk to me a little bit more and I will know

who your advisors are and your yah sayers

Also those that listen to you in silence the ones

you cannot hear and you still think that listening

to my silence will reveal to you my secrets  oh

more fun for you! Right? No need to answer. Keep

talking to someone else I will be observing because

I am not my secrets.

Listening to sad songs

Drunk with happiness

They learned what sadness and longing
Is - when they are apart

Their sorrowful tears their golden tears
Are nothing but the most divine melody
For those that learned what pain & loneliness is

Before they got the chance to dream of love
Learn what love is. They clench their thirst
With golden tears while the eternal lovers

Struggle to keep being love, the source of love
Rather than slowly dying while living inside
Long - lost memories

But the unloved ones the ones that forgot themselves
Need their tears so they can keep experiencing how
Safe the eternal lovers felt in each other's arms Safe

Enough to be themselves while living in the moment
While being the moment while being one with everything
 Why do you keep listening to sad songs?

~¤~

Do mountaintops lift the sun up
every morning & when the night comes?
What happens then?
Do mountaintops lift the sun up
then let the sun fall back in their arms?
When the night comes the moon whispers:

Maybe mountaintops do lift the sun up
but when the clouds come they abandon the sun

Experimental triolet

ABbAbbab instead of ABaAabAB

Raking the sand garden 
with my fingers
A stone is a stone but every stone differs
Raking the sand garden 
with my pinky, no more ever aftersOh glowing red & black cinders
Your inner meaning?I don't need to harden 
& I will keep touching you with my fingers

The hidden bow

Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss by Antonio Canova

Pouty lips hide your cupid's bow
& I stop breathing 

Not like our very first hello

Pouty lips hide your cupid's bow

Experience my touch like you know

Ow why?Your lower lip is still twitching

Pouty lips hide your cupid's bow

& I stop breathing . . .

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cupid's_bow

Janus Apology

Apology: 1. admission of fault in what you think
2. formal defense in what you say, think or do

To *buss the other on the lips
Felt almost like being busted
To burst in laughter though seems
Unlikely to feel like when 
The universe was bursting at the seams
To be pressed against the wall then
feels 
like when everything dissappeared

not something to refrain from 
but it(this kiss) 
has become the REFRAIN:

something to repeat


PS. Buss= kiss