Lover of Mine

mbestacatfourth (2) (2) (2) Last spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’…  the beginning of a happy love affair, of hope. Lovely emotions for a rainy day. Lovely music for the ‘in love’ feeling. In fact the whole album ‘Bloom’ was like a new fresh love affair to me, all the way through.

When you meet a guy and this feeling of euphoria arises, and you meet up and you do things, and you laugh, happily, because he takes away your pain, just for a while… because in the end you know, it’s just an illusion. Continue reading “Lover of Mine”

Grains in Summer Time

    Standing still in the middle of a golden wheat field near my house, with my arms open, spread out to the side, feeling the wind around me, feeling the grain brushing against my arms and hands. I remember. I was little then, like merely just four years old. And I looked across the fields, to the houses and the restaurants by the road. Watching the wheat stalks swaying. Breathing, taking in the scents of summer, the earth and the grass. And I hear this far away roaring sound above me, a plane soaring across the sky high above … Continue reading Grains in Summer Time

Electrical! Sexual in body and soul…

dsc1356-copy (1) (2)     I see all those things, around me and in my head. A certain scene, a certain feeling, moments… places… towns, buildings, oceans, people, a vibe… and it is so hard to not be able to explain all the visions and emotions that I see, the amazing feelings that arise from a memory, a sudden scent that overwhelms me. The smell of something is the greatest trigger of amazing visuals, ecstatic feelings, and also some very scary thoughts of otherworldly experiences.

I can only describe it as really sexual. With thoughts and emotions tingling, vibrating and running up my spine to my chest, like a pleasant and ecstatic electricity running through my body… this electrical charged sensation that triggers certain feelings, visions and dreams at night. Continue reading “Electrical! Sexual in body and soul…”

Life down town ;-)

   Two kinds that are obsessed with murder; those committing them and those who write about them… novelists, yes. Gangster, mobster… red-light fascination… Business, legit or shady… How thin is the line really? 😉 Oh, I’m off to have coffee with a weapon dealer this morning…  curiosity, or business… who knows…  😛 #moments, #urbansavage #lifeontheedge Continue reading Life down town 😉

‘Purple Nightshades’

  Purple Nightshades She stood by the window,  And watched life pass by,  All those fading colours…  All the wasted tries Life is a wheel,  Always moving on,  Searching her paradise,  She saw the place inside I’m leaving,  I will take that final step,  I’m never looking back no more,  Don’t look for me I’m reaching for the stars,  They do not seem so far anymore Wow, all those pretty colours,  This green glittering light,  I hear far away voices,  Old friends wave me inside, The air it smells so sweet,  It melts my frozen heart,  I walk through poppy gardens,  … Continue reading ‘Purple Nightshades’

The Moped – night-time thought

The Moped Each time at night when I hear a motorcycle or a moped outside in the streets somewhere in the distance…driving, passing… fading…it reminds me of my first memories. The first memories I’ve had. I remember lying in bed at night in the darkness with the window open during the hot summer nights… hearing the sound of a moped driving past while I lay there awake, lonely, so lonely. Scared and alone because I was alone. And the feeling never faded, I still have the same feeling inside, this memory when I lie at night alone…and hear this faint … Continue reading The Moped – night-time thought

Everly Mine – another strong versed poem! <3

Everly Mine ’Wake up, wake up my little girl’ Grandma is gently stroking my hair ’Come and get ready, time to go to school Put on your blue skirt and new white boots’ School I hated, so much sadness there Yet the boys were shouting ’oh walk with me little princess with the pretty face Sweet girl with the long dark hair You’re so unusual, but I love your flair…’ Everly she walked with me Her world so dim yet no one would see Nobody cared about the bruises on her skin and nobody saw the sores that wept from … Continue reading Everly Mine – another strong versed poem! ❤

Some night-time thoughts about… trains :-)

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Trains… they give me a certain feeling… memories, associations… they bring me back to my childhood. The swishing sound of a passing train in the distance… coming and fading again, at night when all is quiet and you listen to the silence. As I so often did. Thinking, imagining, wondering about those that take the journey at night, from one place to another. There is something about trains, the speed, the hypnotic beat, the echo… leaving me with emotions, visions, longings.. and the wish to be somewhere else. Continue reading “Some night-time thoughts about… trains :-)”

For one night….

 

Converted_file_e2e4739f          To dream at night is amazing. It gives you the chance to re-unite with the way things used to be, for one night. It gives you the chance to return to the place when you were young, reliving the times of your childhood. It gives you the chance to re-unite with your loved ones, the ones no longer here. For one night they come back to life, they speak to you and share a story with you that feels so real, so comforting and yet so sad. I suddenly am a child again and I see my brothers when they were little. And it is so nice to be able to re-live those times, being able to remember them again. Continue reading “For one night….”