In The Company Of Ghosts…

London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts within they speak to me, vividly, with angry sighs of untold misery and bygone injustice, of suffering and sorrows vast, labour and endurance of stones they had build to last the lost souls that always will remain… urging me to switch sides, insisting I should stay. Tempting me with unkind words; saying the living have nothing to offer someone like … Continue reading In The Company Of Ghosts…

My Dark-Eyed Lover – a poem with visual art <3

My Dark-Eyed Lover My dark-eyed lover, he truly understood – He felt my yearn, I touched his soul – We spoke of oceans wild and free – and all the passions we longed to feel – The deadly sensation, you know what… I mean? – Intensity cuts and Scorpio sting – I started to fall ’cause my legs grew so weak – Lost in a haze, I didn’t eat nor sleep – Lost in Nirvana, we were in it so deep – Going frantic with cravings, I was drugged, I was high – Hooked on the feeling, each time more … Continue reading My Dark-Eyed Lover – a poem with visual art ❤

I’m in awe when I see things and items from around 100 years ago…

Wow I just found this old barber and hairdresser salon. And I stood here almost an hour, studying each old item of old-time hair dressing displayed in the window. Looking at every tool, every old bottle of shampoo and after-shave, every picture and old photo… imagining the story behind, how it was used, the people that came in here to use it, how life was here back then, how the street looked like, the people that passed by, the clothes they wore, the coffee they drank, the things they talked about. I so love such old places, I could stand … Continue reading I’m in awe when I see things and items from around 100 years ago…