i am in love

Orion , oh , Orion
forget you name,
and I 'll be yours
forever in your arms
lingering I'll be
infinitely happy
wondering I'll be
insanely colorful
my soul will be
forget your orbit
and I'll forget mine

a week doesn' t have seven days since yesterday

Again here. Here? Where here? In my mind or roots of my consciousness?
It is not easy at all. Neither mind nor the focused part of it, consciousness is going to explain it all. The mess. The chaos. The inevitable force of energy within each of us.
Close. We are getting close. Approaching maybe? Touching the edge of our consciousness?
Ha. Like the overbrimming of the wine glass full of that sparky illumination. Consciousness. Yes. there it is. Pressing against the inner edges of the wine glass waiting to be discovered, to be part of our momentary reality, to conquer our ideas and dreams. And we? Are we just simple helpless victims of forceful conscious stream? We are initiators. Apparently. Initiators with closed eyes, opening eye-lids does not help. Ears are deaf, taste buds intact to react.
Shut off all the sensors, all the bullets impatiently waiting for THE beams of perceivable. Yes? No?
Imagine the beams shooting from the outer world on us while consciousness wants to be here. Here. Map of our mind. The map of our ideas. Here it comes. Within the wine glass, with the seasons of our senses that have to be shut off. Like switching the code for dressing locker. Like on. Or off. Consciousness possesses the right code. For us. To be realized. to be processed.
Our senses are just tools upon which consciousness can interact with external world of shooting pressures of informations. Informations contain signs we have to recognize if we want to be conscious of them, but for it not be be so simplistic we filter those informations by rule of previously perceived informations. Those have individually relevance value.
Approaching external world, we use senses alongside with consciousness, we assume to be approaching reality. But here is the questions, as phenomenologically proposed, as we a part of reality, we as producers of unique experience created out of perceived situation, by projecting our own previous private experience, spirituality, relevance of situation, beliefs, and intuition, we are becoming part of this reality...therefore are we able to know the reality per se? Is reality a reality of every single unique human entity?
By every single new situation (new is considered a perceived discrepancy of in closely comparable situations, where consciousness plays role in realizing this discrepancy, therefore certain effort has to be imposed upon deliberately consciousness to be involved in this situation from this moment of realizing the novelty of this situation) human mind become more determined toward certain interpretation of any single oncoming situation. Therefore, senses are not immutable, rather prone by power of consciousness to act in a way dependable on every single stimuli previously involved.
---> senses undergo process similar to phylogenesis of any species.

Imagine a new born child equipped with all senses without any imperfections. Trapped in power of consciousness? Apparently no. Trapped in space and time. InDeliberately.

saturday is bloodier than bloody sunday

I stand under the crying moon, willing to fly over to help wipe its tears.
I go down to the water, I take a look at the reflected image.
I am standing there wiping the tears of moon.


I am standing humble, words chasing each other , then staggering in the row...
"there is always a way..."

on hYpocrisY

Oh such a start.
This is quite mysterious start. As I have been searching through images of Egon Schiele,the most mesmerizing artist of my world, I came across people´s blogs, realizing I do not do any blogging. Why people do that? ...occuppied my mind for a second.
Because they feel lonely? Have nobody to share their thoughts with? Are exhibiting their words, their thinking? Because they are mourning their lovers´loss?
I find it pretty artsy. As one can create own website, give to it its own meaning and gist, and get connect with others, their world, as I assumme what you write reveals what your thinking looks like. Isn´t that tremendously simplicstic and hypocritical? I infer on personality from words. Does that mean that less verbally capable people have poorer worlds?
Oh! I am a hypocrat (bending my head down, rolling my eyes around, to find somebody to refuse my statement)...and this is it. We justify what we know would be judged not in a good light. Do you feel also that hypocracy rules the world, one is hypocritical before himself, justifying own deeds as good to get rid of guilt and realized human savage? Human guilt is a mysterious concept to me, and as we all have different boundaries and limits encroaching our guilt territory, we all are just the same, we all protect our self- image and self-perception by finding the birds that prove our sins as naturally human. We progress, we regress, instantly. I can feel the insidious peril coming from posting this blog. I admit, I would also chase myself out of falling Damocles´sword.
I wanna provoke your ideas, your thoughts, move your brain cells in direction "out of comfort zone", calling for rescue.
I was named Misha.