my eyes will hypnotize..you

Beauty of Truth

'Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked faith to believe in our own powers,our own criterion of truth and beauty.
Every man,when he gets quiet,when he becomes desperately honest with himself , is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source.There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part part of creation, all kings,all poets,all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there...' h.m.

remembering...

falling in and out

as days and months go by-Im falling
as seasons come and change-Im falling
as the time runs out time-Im falling
I no longer wonder why
Its the moment to rearrange
my interior design
to make it pure and sublime-Im falling

you are the page I keep on turning
with the feeling of no returning
as I shall be turning a new leaf
and remember in what I believe

and I keep on and on
keep on falling in and out
keep on falling in and out
of love with you

winter,spring and summer passed
today as the leaves are falling down
for me its the new calling
cause Im falling in and out
cause Im falling out of love
with the new calling from above..

STEAL

Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination.
Devour films,music,books,paintings,poems,photographs,conversations,dreams,trees,architecture,street signs,clouds,light and shadow.
Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul.If you do this,your work(and theft)will be authentic.
Authenticity is invaluable.
Originality is non-existent.
Don`t bother concealing your thievery-celebrate it if you feel it.

''It's not where you take things from-it's where you them to..''

Jean-Luc Godard

I stole it from Paul Arden, who stole it from Jim Jarmusch

cosmic sleepwalking through reality

breathe

in the whole galaxy
its just you and me
boy
please please please
lemme breathe
please please please
lemme believe
believe
in you and me
and let us be
let us be boy
if you wanna breathe
you gotta believe
believe..

back to reality

I know I know I have been neglecting you

and you and you..

Was away travelling round in California..the most amazing trip of my life, filled with new discoveries, people, places...

The more you travel, the more you discover!

bxl street talk..

to spray or not to spray that is da question....

paint please

colour the world..

get out there

to the streetz

and make a

statement

strenght out of weakness

*to reach our destination,we must lose our way*

*true strenght can only be found in weakness*

*if you seek safety,live dangerously*

* what you give up will be given to you*

*the less you do,the more you get done*

*only alone can we be together *

*only together can we be alone*

*if you seek eternity, live in the HERE AND NOW*

From ''Courage to Surrender'' by Tommy Hellsten

streets of london

bansky-minded...

Love Poem

Beyond watching eyes

With sweet and tender kisses

Our souls reached out to each other

In breathless wonder

And when I awoke

From a vast and smiling peace

I found you bathed in morning light

Quietly studying

All the messages on my phone..

bansky-obsession...

I bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

Stop making the eyes at me,
I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!

Oh, there ain't no Love,
no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!

Alex T:)

kitty cat falling from the sky

I wake up in the middle of the night ,hearing a strange sound coming from outside.

Something scratching my window...

A kitty cat falling from the sky..

All in a kind of slow motion...

Im half asleep

And suddenly wide awake

It's real

The black,evil looking cat really falling off the sky

And landing on my windowsill

It looked at me

I looket at it

And stayed there till the morning

And slept on the other side of the glass

I did not open the window

I was a bit scared of the kitty

When I woke up he was still there

Giving off mixed air

An evil, vicious cat

Probably purring softly

Gazing deeply right through me

The cat watched me all the time

As I got out of bed,naked

As I took a shower

As I was drying my body

And getting dressed

When I was leaving the flat

The cat was still there

Watching.....

Peacefully

As if waiting to be let in..

It might still be there

Waiting for me

Im gonna go back

And let the kitty in

He must be thirsty and hungry

I will feed him

Being a Bird

There is a middle point on the way,which a man having such a fate cannot remember later without being moved; a pale, fine light and sunny happiness are characteristic of it,

a feeling of birdlike freedom, birdlike perspective, birdlike arrogance,some third thing in which curiosity and tender contempt are united.

No longer chained by hatred or love, one lives without a Yes, without a No, voluntarily near,voluntarily far, most preferably slipping away, avoiding, fluttering on, gone again, flying upward again.

If you want to live as a free spirit, you can't be too attached to anyone or anything.You have go to live your life as a wanderer. It's difficult and lonely, but it's your task, your secret destiny. You can't be chained up to hatred and love like other people. You gotta live like a bird, fluttering here and there, flying upward, without any uncertainties. You have to live without yes, without no...

Can we really live our lives like birds?We are human beings, in fact. Cannot always just fly here and there as we please. Cannot always live between yes and no. If we want to live lives of free spirits we need to be honest with ourselves. And most importantly we need straight answers.
Maybe Yes.
Maybe No.
Yes.
No.

knowing yourself...

We knowers are unknown to ourselves, and for a good reason:
how can we ever hope to find what we have never looked for?

The sad truth is that we remain necessarily strangers to ourselves, we don't understand our own substances, we must mistake ourselves; the axiom,

'Each man is farther from himself ' will hold for us all eternity.

Of ourselves we are not knowers.
Nietzsche

To know myself
To understand the needs, desires, choices..
That is my ultimate desire
Not to be ever surprised
at my own reactions
to obtain full control of my actions
to be stronger
and to defrost my mind...

After having burned so many times
Still frozen..

The Wonder Song

I wonder about you
I wonder what to do
I wonder about us
And dunno which way to choose...

And I ...
Wonder, wonder, wonder why…
We haven't had chance to try
To fly high
In the sky…

And I dunno which way to go
Since I don't wanna loose
The chance of getting hold of you
And learning who you are…

And I..
Wonder, wonder, wonder why…
We haven't had chance to try
To fly high
In the sky…

Because I don't know where you've been
Because I don't know what you've seen
Because I don't know where are we?
And what's gonna be…

Wonder, wonder why…
We haven't had chance to try
To fly high
In the sky…

Here and now

Life is a way.Life is no goal.

I just want to be here and now

And tread the way full of flowers

Need to stop running

here and there

To transform myself here

If I keep on going there

I might be led away from here

And grow, and grow

Foolishness is a part of growth

People outside me

become my mirror

They reflect me

So I see better who I am

Need to see myself within

Not in the mirror

Need to be alone

to indulge myself in the purity of aloneness

ultimate and blissful

And listen to the silence

in the middle of nowhere

but always somewhere

The silence is very loud

I want to go beyond the distraction

And unnecessary chatter

And all messages

without meaning

and all gestures

telling nothing

to be able to

see

meaning and truth

I want to become a river

which will ultimately reach the sea

to flow with glow

between my body and soul

my mind..

need to defrost the mind

to love

Love is freedom

Simultaneous surrender

becoming

two separate pillars supporting same roof

to surrender to the unknown force

that takes possesion of

us

one day

Wonder and Freedom

If you understand
Insecurity is an intrinsic part of life
And good that it is so because it makes life a Freedom
It makes life a continuous surprise.
One never knows what is going to happen
It keeps you continuously in Wonder.

Don't call it uncertainty-call it Wonder.
Don't call it insecurity-call it Freedom.


From '' A sudden clash of thunder'' Osho

Toujours toute seule partout

toujours toute seule partout

aucun message

bien sur

suis-je ...

et puis des messages sans importance..

J' allume la radio, je l' eteins

et puis, je fume

et nous retournons dans nos pensees

il a pris ma main..dans mon reve..

je ne me suis jamais sentie a l'aise

en compagnie ..trop distant...

on s'embrasse et on se touche comme on respire chez moi

et le vent avait tournee

insidievsement

et la conversation avait glisse

je me sens perdue

je suis completement perdue

et des messages sans importance...

aucun message

il a pris ma main

bien sur

wonderland

I am a wondergirl

Looking for my wonderboy

wonderful

wonderland

reading in the dark

escaping the forest of rumors

fishing in the fishless waters

detoxication of

body,mind and soul

in full sun:)

in full moon mood

Moon river wider than a mile

Im crossing you in style someday

You dream maker, you heartbreaker

Wherever youre going Im going your way

Two drifters off to see the world

Theres such a lot of world to see

Were after the same rainbows end

Waiting round the band

My huckleberry friend, moon river

And me

(F.S)

timeless dancing memories

Memories.

Does time dance with my memories?

Definitely.

It just all depends on the music...:)

Follow your heart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3A2elFBhKM&feature=related

Dirty state of mind

I think chocolate

I think sex

I cannot help but wonder...has chocolate become the substitute for sex for majority of young,driven females? I see them obsessively munching on bars very often..It helps.Especially when you are too busy to look around closely, and notice men. Always on the run, endulging in the never ending rat race. Love chocolate. Love sex. The dilemma in my head: another piece of chocolate or ..?

Thank God it is Belgium I live in.The land of chocolate!

Green tenderness

feeling green
kissing trees and leaves

green, coming spring

turning all into green

I sing,sing,sing

kissing trees and leaves

please spring

bring me thrill

bring me him

I feel you next me

softly

you smell of trees and green

tenderly, you put a leaf on my lip

lip wrapped with your leaf

feel your fingertips

through the green

thrill

I sense the slow flow of wind

now we are both green

spring bringing me thrill

spring bringing me him

me and him all green

so fresh we mesh

in my dream...

Inevitable decline and decay of male gender

The party ends

Infatuation fades away or..

stay

The inevitable decline..

Nothing ever happens

Nobody ever makes a move

Guess too focused on the groove

Just linger and hang

Empty, strange faces watching from the distance

No approach

Inaction and no initiation

Everybody always

waiting

anticipating

hesitating

Nobody ever makes a move

Guess too focused on the groove..

Don't just sit and wait!

Initiate!

Alone with everybody...

''the flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul,

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too

much

and nobody finds the

one

but keep

looking

crawling in and out

of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than

flesh.

there's no chance

at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular

fate.

nobody ever finds

the one.

the city dumps fill

the junkyards fill

the madhouses fill

the hospitals fill

the graveyards fill

nothing else

fills.''(C.B.)

No Sex in The City II

I utterly cannot utter words no more

Perplexity, complexity of proximity

Paralyzing insecurity

Stutter(It’s not me)

Then you wake up next to me...

If we are lucky...

The way I look in the morning...

''THE WAY SHE LOOKS IN THE MORNING! SHE RAN AFTER THE GARBAGE MAN AND SAID ¨AM I TOO LATE FOR THE GARBAGE?¨ HE SAID ¨NO, JUMP IN¨.

Fire and Ice

''Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To know that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice. ''(R Frost)

Some are like fire.Desire.

Some are like ice.

Ice melts with fire.

I also favor desire.

Then ice puts down fire. When melted

And ice wins.

Unfortunately

Pearls of Wisdom of Madame PP...

There are old ladies in the toilets.
They are everywhere. In Belgium.
To collect the money , after the piss.
Its normal. Here.

I talk to them. Normally they are nice.
They like to talk.
Sometimes smile.
They are old. So they are experienced.

I meet one special Madame PP on saturday night.
Strictly Nice.
She breaks out with the smile. I tip her high.
Its a taugh job. Late nights.
Cigarette smoke. She smokes like a chimney.
Ugly wrinkles on her nice face.
She tells me stories.
When ice broken, looks at me and asks:

-Are you engaged?
-No, I answer, Hell no. I'm single.
(Thinking , why the hell are you asking me this?)

-Good! Good for you young lady! You are so lucky! You are still free and have your life for yourself!

-Why, is it so bad to be engaged? ( I ask)

-Remember this : Enjoy your life. And be patient. Don't hurry up things. There is no hurry.
Once you are married your life is finished. Over.
So keep your eyes wide open, dear. You look like a nice girl.
Remember, keep your eyes wide open....

- Are you married? I ask.
-Yes, of course! I already have grandchildren! She says.
-Is your life over then?
-Yes.

There are old ladies in the toilets.
They know better...

Feel Strong

'It is not necessarily important in life to be strong but to feel strong.'
I FEEL STRONG
'And if you want something in life...just ....
REACH OUT AND GRAB IT'

Unsuccessful dating..

Friday evening , I dash out for this blind date with some '' hot Italian''.
Why not? I am still single, and I am used to taking chances in life, cannot just sit and wait but take action!
So I go, no real thrill, no expectations, we have just chatted a bit on Internet, he seems intelligent, interesting and cultivated. And I am open and friendly.

He does not have to be beautiful...(I have some friends for whom beauty is the primary denominator , whereas I always remember my mum saying-the man does not have to beatiful!) And for me it is not a denominator. I need air. There must be something in the air around him, I have no standards...or type.

So I get there, on time, as usual, we go for a drink. I take coffee, boring I know, but developing the flu so gotta watch out for my precious throat:)
Short chat, the regular starter, nothing spectacular, but weirdly I feel weird. He is looking at me with this vicious smirk-normally cats are smirking. Then suddendly he says he is hungry, ok I know so far that a hungry man is an angry man so I say ok lets go eat!
But he seems undecided to where, what etc. I dont like undecided men.
And I am not really hungry but oki I will keep him company.

The moment we step out, he suddenly stops, with hesitation , looks at me and gives this vicious a look again(as if drooling and checking me out..) saying:

-Hmmm, maybe I could eat something at your place?

Oh my God! I am speechless! Stunned! How dare you! You don't even know me! We just met 45 minutes ago and you just try to invite yourself into my appartment and HAVE SEX!( BITE ME!)
Obviously I am not against sex in general, dont get me wrong, on the contrary, I love it, but not with an arrogant, random stranger! Shiver.
I turn with disgust in my gut, and give him the look( of a pissed of woman, which he doesnt recognize cause he doesnt know me and is too shallow to get it) saying:

- No, you cannot eat anything at my place. You are not invited there, since you are a complete stranger to me and I don't even know you. And I dont invite strangers to my flat. I am really sorry.(still trying to be nice of course) And you know what? I actually just realized I really have to go home now. Its time for me to get back to my readings.

Having said that, I blow a kiss in the air, and run off to get my bus, which has just pulled near the Bourse.
Pure luck. I'm gone and free . And I m sick of talking to stupid, shallow people! What a jerk and idiot! Screw you, and I will screw myself. No intruders in my area. I cherish privacy and intimacy. Poor man didn't score this time but I 'm sure he will find somebody very suitable for him very soon...There are plenty of easy peasy females who are just the same kind he is....

Why do I always meet the wrong men...or the ones I cannot have.. or no men at all. Brussels is difficult in this respect. Dunno why, don't understand. Have the majority of men suddenly lost their bowls???
Why are my bowls normally bigger than theirs? I need a man with bowls, but one who will be sensitive and intelligent, and caring, and overwhelming... And not treat women like meat product only (ref to the Italian....) Bugger.
Then I feel I could possibly be a potential killer. Women's murder club:)

Welcome:)

Greets to all who have strolled into my blog!!
Hope you will not stumble :) or trip and fall.
Depiction of some pieces of my mind and heart and soul plus a full array of experiences.
Or maybe no so full..
Ramifications of past, present and who knows maybe future:)
A life of a single,dynamic, super positive, recklessly restless JoBee in Brussels city:)
Where the sun always shines differently and the grass is green on the other side!
Peace and Love.

No Sex in the City I

I utterly cannot utter words no more
Perplexity, complexity of proximity
Paralyzing insecurity
Stutter
(It’s not me)
Then you wake up next to me...
If we are lucky...

Life is a journey...

… The only people that interest me are the Mad ones,
The ones who are Mad to Live,
Mad to Talk,
Mad to be Saved,
And desirous of everything at the same time,
The ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing……
But burn, burn, burn….
Burn like fabulous roman candles across the night,
Exploding like spiders across the stars……..( On the Road, JK)

From Jack Kerouac`s famous ''On the Road'' , the book of the journey and discovery.
Life is a journey, with many roads diverging, I often find myself at the forking of two or more roads, at the same time. So far, no regrets and complete satisfaction with my choices:)
But very often I go for the road less travelled by...(reference to Robert Frost)Which often makes the difference. Has not always been easy as well..
I love life.. and people..


The Road not Taken

''Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I --I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference''

http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=UDorNilxPUY&feature=related