“Unending Love”

“Unending Love”

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

shellet xie - yin yang - pressed flower art - balance

shellet xie – yin yang – pressed flower art – balance

 

“Madness”

MADNESS

Hopeless bleeds
Haunts shadows
Mind loses calmness
Raw bones stripped clean
Grinds the deadness
Shadows in the dark
Pretend fear away

Unsuccessful the voices
Breathe stolen images
Nightmares’ leftovers
Circle around
Before the grave
Quiet the sound
Words echo
When spoke aloud

Lost in a mine field
Blood explodes
Owns the end
Sanity rejected
Sucks down
The rough terrain
Rips life away
Shreds existence

Dread madness
Releases uncertainty
The light surrenders
Anxiety overwhelms
Fear’s strangers
Aloneness within
Consumes Universe
While Nothingness holds court

© jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

“not even the rain, has such small hands”

“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

― e.e. cummings

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e.e. cummings #2 of 7

a writer's word new 14th june 2014
e.e. cummings

#2 or 7 part series

poetry, art & sound

Post by jkm

Post Saturday 13th December 2014


Wish You Were HerePink Floyd

i like my body when it is with your body

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

tomorrow's window (c) jkm 2014

tomorrow’s window (c) jkm 2014

Film Review: Words and Pictures

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Film Review: Words and Pictures

Review by Jennifer Kiley

Post Friday 12th December 2014

clive & juliette words and pictures 1

An unexpected joy to find a film that actually is brilliant and exceeds the expectations. A high school literary teacher vs the new art teacher. Clive Owen is excellent in his performance as a disappointed alcoholic who feels his flame for writing has gone out. He takes it out on his students at first. But once the new art teacher hits the scene and his job is threatened because he is not doing his job very well and has lost his enthusiasm, the film picks up a war of what is more valuable words or pictures.

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It is a love story and a lesson in how to respect others. Students and teachers both learn these lessons the hard way.

Juliet Binnoche is a brilliant artist. She creates her own paintings for the film. And they are intensely profound and beautifully deep. The contest brings a spirit to the participants. It puts a fire in their bellies all around.

It’s a struggle but a worthy one. I highly recommend this film to anyone who is into art and language, love and recovery. I loved every moment the film was on the screen. I didn’t want it to end.


Movie Trailer - Words and Pictures

Appears on Expats Post 27th October 2014