makings of a fresh moogie morn'

i am a blank canvas
waiting to be drawn



you are the light
that sparkled to guide my mind



open my eyes to the horizon
that i may blissfully share



seeing it all --
now melt me
with your smiling stare.

Illo Friday: Fresh

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note: originally 840 x 840 on bitmap, but have to convert to jpeg size 630 x 630 for the file host. and yes, made using MS Paint.


update: this is how i made it. see the makings of a moogie morn'

Legend of Woes

wandering sparks...
slow wind carried them away
thru drops and showers
the sun sadly lain

was it envy
of the lucid mirror
that it had cast away?
a drenched down
  slipping sledge;
calling unto the wind
as small waves reverberate
to traverse their malignant state

as they slide to a stagnant era
lost and forgotten
thru the journey of folded pages
covered by the crisp scent
of misplaced woes
and their gaunt desire --

    nothing but one
    nothing but sailing as one.

will they ever be together?
connected but with a string
   of unceasing dreams
woven between miles apart...

forever in the horizon
an imminent promise
a silver lining with countless knots
almost owning the starry sky
   almost reaching
     almost touching
   but remained covered
thriving with flourished clouds

and they whisper
a yearning -
carried by the floating sea
centuries apart may come
they continually ache --

   to be...

     nothing but one
     nothing but sailing as one.




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note: Painting by Odilon Redon(1840-1916). Made a series of six lithographs "To Edgar Poe". His work is imbued with a melancholy passivity, with symbolisms of nocturnal, autumnal, and lunar. His art was always commanded by his dreams, but the thematic content of his work over his last twenty years is more densely mythical, brimming with newfound hope and light which rose quite unexpectedly out of the depths of the artist's personality. And as his words spoke: "My drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate."

Illo Friday: Escape

ANONYMITY



           Shift
         Slide
       Fall
     And my head is spinning
   Lost my grip
 Lost my
             thoughts

           Trip
         Flee
       Run
     Away as far as my mind
   Perceives
 As far as my feet
Couldn't take
                    me

           Skip
         Leap
       Soar
     To escape all realities
   To an endless sky
 To boundless
                  possibilities

           Efface
         Destroy
       Obliterate
     The eternal pain
   To never stumble
 Never deluded
                 Again.

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note: also escaping from my traditional impromptu poems and illo thru one medium, i posted a poem i made back in October 2004 and a pic of my pc dashed with some personal touches. hope this one qualifies for IF ..oh, and yes, being in cyberspace is indeed my escape. Please click image for a better view.

Illo Friday: Depth

Eyes Are Mosaics



            you are the blue angel
            hovering thru the night
            huntress of eternal depth
            as the darkness drops again.

            your touch -
            loom over the horizon
            above night blue breeze
            outlined in soft bright lights

            and i cant live til forever,
            in a pile of thunders we wait
            you weep thru the shadows
            summoning all the fates...

            so i come -
            longing to look thru your eyes
            longing to taste your whispers
            longing to hear your footsteps
            longing to feel your wraith
            longing to be
              possessed...



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notes:

Story behind the title: I borrowed the title "Eyes are Mosaics" from a song in the album The Moon and the Melodies by Elizabeth Fraser (voice behind Cocteau Twins), Harold Budd, Robin Guthrie & Simon Raymonde. (I hope they wont mind.. hehe) This album was my background music during the first hours making this illo (yes, repeat mode).

Story behind the illo: This is strangely fun to do.. and believe it or not, i made this illo for a total of 17 hours, layering (using cut and paste), zooming at 800%, drinking too much green tea and and stepping 3 feet away from the monitor.. 8) using only MS Paint. I already have my copy of Photoshop CS but havent installed it yet, and i do not think i can draw as freely there unlike ms paint. (sometimes i just cant avoid to like doing things the hard way..)

After finishing the original "painting" i was amazed at how the image appear to convey a different meaning everytime i flip and combine it in different angles. The original bitmap image is 550 x 690 pixels with 96dpi. But i decided to post the multi-images that i devided in two parts. Hope you'd all enjoy staring.. as i did, making. Pls click the images for better view.

This is my favorite illo i made so far. Thanks IF for picking the topic "Depth".

And for the story behind the poem - you be the judge.

Pass into Silence

chasing echoes in a late afternoon
big and silent waves of voices
dare not i come follow --

i know you are there
  but i can't see you
i know you are there
  and i can feel you

stepping crisp of dried up leaves
ashes came blowing
in the stillness of the wind

and i stare to a swirling pile
sucking towards the heavens
and into the sky

i feel violated with the unknown
weaving into sleep
the dead staring trees

shake the ground dust off my sleeves
uncovering the nakedness
of your dying tears

weeping smiles now wrap me
as your shadow finally pass by
with the blowing breeze that kept me warm --

i know you are there
  tho i cant see you
i know you are there
  coz -
     i can feel you...

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note: Je hoeft niks meer te zeggen, de waarheid spreekt al uit ons oogcontact...
What a Moogie *.* Day...

Illo Friday: Roots

threshold

step into the unyielding world
the starting point
the first void
as your ceptar lights
the route gone dark
the pastel of pitch-black

a doorway to a new dimension
slip into oblivion or discreet pleasure
as you ponder -
would you enter,
or would you turn back?

tantalized by your marveled stare
i stood a distance
glancing your shadow navigate
as your steps turn into echoes
that slowly died away

half burried
on a plot of stones and leaves
without dismay without fear,
i waited and remained
for your shadow to reappear

im on the verge of passin out
no cure for these ragged lips
and sightless eyes.
the root of it all -
the envy of the deities
of your brilliance that had shed
out the gloom and tainted

my poor vision in near darkness
captured me once again
as i move unsteadily
holding unto sorrow that sees
no discernment
nor untarnished questions

that i may step away into the shade,
my dear tempest
  my nympth
i'll wait for you...

damned me cursed to forever be haunting
beneath the dark-leaved unknown tree.




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note: this is my week's entry for
please click on the image for a better view.