• # aurora •

Lord, oh Lord..

giovedì, 14 maggio 2009 - commenti

Lord, I am not worthy

but speak the word only

nodding

martedì, 05 maggio 2009 - commenti (2)

ora che splinder è morto i bots spammer impazziscono, che noia -_-

drove through ghosts to get here

giovedì, 02 aprile 2009 - commenti (2)

prof è arte..

65me

yes i will yes

domenica, 22 marzo 2009 - commenti (3)

…I love flowers I’d love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven there’s nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying there’s no God I wouldn’t give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why don’t they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because they’re afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they don’t know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a woman’s body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldn’t answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didn’t know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the Jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharans and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

~
thisistfürdich.

(special thanks to James Joyce :*)

pretty little lightning paw

giovedì, 19 marzo 2009 - commenti

Microphones in the trees

Cameras in the sky

Antennas in the canyon

And the lobby's full of spies

For us who are like bulldozers

Sleeping in the sun

For us who are like lightning

Buried in the mud

Don't! Give! Up!

Don't! Give! In!

Our time will come

'Cause we are the flood

So grab my hand

Lets set some fires

The city's piss

All hung with wires

To kiss a tit

Or have one's tit kissed

On bended knee

It's all you need

Let's build ships

Let's drift away

Our mighty fleet must float again

We are the flood

(silver mount zion - microphones in the trees)

cygnus... vismund cygnus

mercoledì, 18 marzo 2009 - commenti

the ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens

a depth perception languished in the night

all my life i've been sewing the wounds

but the seeds sprout a lahcrymal cloud

alcune cose vivono nell'in/visibile

untitled

lunedì, 16 febbraio 2009 - commenti (1)

Le mie mani suonano poesia

chilometri di poesia

dal tuo corpo -

ricorda, D., il miele,

il miele nella carogna del leone...

e i chilometri

si infilzano in cielo

pungono le nubi

solleticano le stelle

è un tale coglioncello l'uomo -

poema conficcato nel sedere di Dio

frustato, festante, frustato, festante

(Aharon Shabtai)

movie (never made)

giovedì, 05 febbraio 2009 - commenti (1)

on silver mount zion

all buried in ruins

we was dancing the hora

until we vomited blood

spinning like crazy

Shoshanna i was jonesing

the towers had fallen

and the wind called out my grandfather's name

let's kill first the banker

with his professional demeanor

let's televise and broadcast the raping of kings

let our crowds be fed on tear gas and plate glass

'cos the people united is a wonderful thing

I know that you're dying

and I know I'm unwell

and together we sashay

through variations of hell

and as you walk through valleys of fear

the lure of my past never near

oh, don't be afraid, for the parade

will not pass our way

it's nobler to never get paid,

than to bank on shit and dismay

shapeshifting (pt. II)

mercoledì, 21 gennaio 2009 - commenti (1)

alla vigilia di panini virtuali
su facebook e b-king immaginari
i blog vengono dimenticati
(W)

shouldn't we, oh shouldn't we

terrible canyons of static

martedì, 06 gennaio 2009 - commenti

...prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory

and so we have this

you have it in your secret windows

and you're understanding to understand it and to bring it forth

it takes minute detail

it takes a holy life

it takes emotions

it takes dedication

it takes a death

and only god can allow it

and you couldn't do it if you're not the seed of god

and so the path through the great corridors

these are corridors unto his perfection

that is which the prophet and the oarman summoned has penetrated

that through this great sea of blackness

that i penetrated through these corridors

and i went through that last segment

where i went through these dark serpentines

i passed through that corridor

where they sat

where they are

and when you penetrate to the most high god

you will believe you are mad

you will believe you've gone insane

but i tell you if you follow the secret window

and you die to the ego nature

you will penetrate this darkness

oh yes there's many a man or woman

that's been put in the insane asylum

when this has happened to them

and they're sitting there today, people think they're insane

but they saw something that's real

and they see it when they're on drugs

the only thing is they see it

not through the light of god, and the way i show you

i show you to see it through the light of god

and the understanding of god

because when you see the face of god you will die

and there will be nothing left of you

except the god-man, the god-woman

the heavenly man, the heavenly woman

the heavenly child

there will be terror under this day of night

there will be a song of jubilee waiting for your king

there will be nothing you will be looking for in this world

except for your god

this is all a dream

a dream in death

and so i went through that window

and the tower of hell and the great serpentines of the highest order

and i went through that when i showed you chart #3

he question is asked and learned and someone who can turn this of this horrible of my

All infront of me can now ask me a question

you need to ask, from the right or the right out of Urim and Thurrim

I can give you unspoken words that's never been spoken, it's not in your bible

Yet, it does clarify what is spoken in the bible...