piątek, 18 maja 2012

Libya Batman sings...


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1. 'Lady Jane' (The Rolling Stones)

2. 'The Soft Parade' (The Doors)

3. Personal Jesus (Depeche Mode)

4. 'Feel' (Syd Barrett)

5. 'Golden Hair' (Syd Barrett)

6. 'Long Gone' (Syd Barrett)

7. 'Late Night' (Syd Barrett)

8. 'Time'n'I' (Ma.Ste.)

9. 'Saviour' (Ma.Ste.)

10. 'Home Everywhere' (Ma.Ste.)

11. 'I love you, Love, and I'll all ways will...' (Ma.Ste.)

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sobota, 12 maja 2012

May bee, bay bee...


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The White Eagle was late last Friday. If he had arrived a few hours earlier, when my heart was the smallest, he would have ripped off all of it easily.
But he was late. And some of it remained. And kept beating...

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Haven't been eating or drinking anything  for nearly 36 hours now.
Last night, I was being watched, fed and watered by the fire in the lakeshore forest.
She was so generous. I felt so grateful.
Dancing naked with her flames.
There's no hotter dancer.
Then we were making love.
And I didn't feel lonely anymore.
Eye might be back.

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Good evening swimming in Wigry lake. Making love to its ancient waters. 36,143... (When did I become so lonely?) Watching the moonlit spruce tree tops on the other shore and their trembling reflections on the pulsating surface of the lake, I shared my organic fluids with its ancient waters... Watching the white satin dance in the blackness for a while... For a while... For a while...
'Is this still magic or already madness?' I didn't think, doing life inside the inside of every quark of my brain cell: the universe of eternal infinity...'

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When I was descending the sunlit slope this morning, my screwed up eyes caught sight of three naked nymphs, sunbathing on the jetty below. Fresh breeze from the lake was fanning my face. The spruces on the other shore, swaying gently in a magical dance to their soothing swoosh, looked taller than they really were, as they overgrew the cliff and the tops of the trees growing lower met and intermingled with the branches of those growing higher. And grass was so green, when I kept walking down the hill...

I took my clothes off quietly, with a close watch on the three naked nymphs, and stepped into the water. The splash alarmed them and they started covering their beautiful bodies in panic with their hands and pieces of fabric. Far too clumsily and hastily as for nymphs. I dived...

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When I was descending the sunlit slope this morning, and fresh breeze from Wigry lake was fanning my face, I changed my mind. Into something else. And this new entity made a choice. I decided to meet her in person. The same one who had been there when she thought they were alone. I resolved  to meet her in the flesh. Mine in hers.

The spruces on the other shore, swaying gently in a magical dance to their soothing swoosh, looked taller than they really were, as they overgrew the cliff and the tops of the trees growing lower met and intermingled with the branches of those growing higher. And grass was so green, when I kept walking down the hill.

I took my clothes off quietly, with my brand new mind fixed on this hopeless idea. After all, every Time we meet, we fall apart. All people's Souls are One. One Vibration pervading the vast empty spaces inside the inside of every quark of our body cells. One Sound Wave. For God is Music. I stepped into the water.

Sphere of Absolute intermingles beautifully with all possible and impossible dimensions, including the eternal infinity of physical universe. Here and now, in the sphere of relativity, One Vibration falls apart. To make the difference. To create the drama. I dived.

The only difference between diving and flying is water. The only difference between a thought and a stone is frequency. If two minds transmit on the same wavelength, they can project knowing each other for eternity. And since thought is creative... I leapt out of the water like a dolphin.

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wtorek, 20 marca 2012

Buy the way...


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Symhonic Bridges:
(written in 2009)

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Pro-vocation:
(written in 2010)

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Jaskinia:
(napisana w języku polskim w okresie od października 2009r. do marca 2010r.; obecnie tłumaczona na język angielski)

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Poeticising Chat - Rambling Poets at Café Cyber II:
(written jointly and in league with BL Milner, Dawn Evans, Lilian Kendrick, Margaret Callow, Mary Linda Miller, Paul Schoaff, Polly Johnson, Quenntis Ashby, William Holt, and Zan McDowell, on the website Authonomy.com in a community thread hosted by Zan McDowell between September, 2010 and February 2011)

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And that's about everything... Czyli wszystko... :o)

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poniedziałek, 19 marca 2012

'Fire @ Will' - recorded under my Home-Made Music Box project (2007)


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1. Fire @ Will (06:05)

2. Węże Morskie Mistrzyni Przypraw (05:03)

The Sea Serpents of the Mistress of Spices (feat. the upside-down fish - artists)

The vastness of the waters
Let me take you in my arms
Your horizon
A fist
And nothing will defeat us
Any more

The immenseness and the charm
And the force unquenchable
My thought
Your song
And nothing will defeat us
Any more
 
3. Thin Line (05:28)

4. Bulgaria (05:13)

5. Uroki Życia (02:55)

The Charms of Life

Burn burn
You flames of green
May the light
In the branches grow
Despite all our toils and fatigues
May the glitters
Caress us

Then the wind
Will inspire our plexuses
Squint
Once again
Space and Time

Maybe now
The curtains will open
For a change
And we’ll stand on the sun with no spots
On such day
The shadow will flatten

Burn burn
You flames of green
May the light
In the branches grow
Despite all toils and fatigues
May the glitters
Caress us

When you share your truth
Boastfully
The spell breaks
Oh you know
What really matters
In mysteries

Burn burn
You flames of green
May the light
In the branches grow
Despite all toils and fatigues
May the glitters
Caress us
 
6. Proper Sauerkraut (05:28)

7. Sunrise on Nibiru (03:36)

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