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Crazy Art by me - Lonely Music

For you and all – I’m just saying

My first try to write text for music. I will give it to my granddaughter Mathilda, She has a beautiful voice and she also plays the guitar and the piano.

in music you find
a lot of loving
notes are played
and tunes are running
from every heart
to softening minds

in music you find
a lot of loving
notes are dancing
and tunes are swaying
you feel alive
so close to praying

in music you find
a lot of loving
for you and all
I’m just saying
for you and all
I’m just saying

Crazy Art by me - Heavy Music

For you and all – I’m just saying was originally published on PHOTO – POETRY – CRAZY ART

Paper filled with suns

Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 3.
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 2 “through the chinks comes the light”.

endless heavy dark clouds
counting moments of idleness
paper filled with suns

I almost started to feel so moody sad as I wrote above. I have to cheer me upp :)

Crazy Art by me - I have to cheer me up “There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in. ” Leonard Cohen “Anthem”

Paper filled with suns was originally published on PHOTO – POETRY – CRAZY ART

Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 3. The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 2 "through the chinks comes the light". endless heavy dark clouds counting moments of idleness paper filled with suns I almost started to feel so moody sad as I wrote above. I have to cheer me upp :)

Cheer me up

Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 3.
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 2 ”through the chinks comes the light”.

endless heavy dark clouds
counting moments of idleness
paper filled with suns

I almost started to feel so moody sad as I wrote above. I have to cheer me upp 🙂

Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 3. The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 2 "through the chinks comes the light". endless heavy dark clouds counting moments of idleness paper filled with suns I almost started to feel so moody sad as I wrote above. I have to cheer me upp :)

”There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in. ” Leonard Cohen ”Anthem”

Blue Photo - DEPO dance, Budapest

Gullible Minds

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #70
Tibetan’s Mgur, a religious form of poetry.

religion is no longer
stayed in church
visited a long time ago
untold countless times
odd things in people’s minds
the child early came to senses
looking for true wisdom
belief in science and facts
life of philosophy
no place for religion

 gullible minds resist
face the universal journey
vehicle for every soul

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Gullible Minds was originally published on PHOTO – POETRY – CRAZY ART

A colorful world – yes!

Daily Prompt: The Stat Connection.
Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

I have never thought about checking this
before
Thanks!
Well now …
my archive
is most popular –
my visitors are curious
about me –
then ”all my blogs” page –
visitors are even more curious
about me –
and finally the most
popular post –
a very colorful one
makes me feel hopeful
to the world
circus.
We all like a colorful world
don’t we!
Happy blogging!

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Statue Ferenc Liszt, Budapest

Abrupt on the point

Daily Prompt: Critical Eye.
Write about the subject you usually blog about as if you were a music critic.

she writes like
a jumping frog
taking a direction
you never did expect
sometimes honesty
sometimes fantasy
sometimes provocative
never leaving you
without thoughts
of any kind
she’s
abrupt on the point
and
you may
like it
or not

Statue Ferenc Liszt, Budapest

Ferenc Liszt …..
https://youtu.be/KpOtuoHL45Y

Little Princess, Budapest

Hon som inte ens hade ett namn

Skrivpuff

”Her remark made Lotte feel as if they were three children playing at being grown-ups.” page 213/386 in Stolen by Lesley Pears.

Hon hade denna otrevliga förmåga att få andra att känna sig små och betydelselösa. Ofta hade hennes kommentarer även en snärt som slog undan varje försök till protest. Tystnaden kröp in under skinnet på Lotte samtidigt som hennes  hjärna tycktes vilja spränga sig ut ur huvudet. I ögonvrån såg hon Julian och Otis stå stela som spökfigurer med illa dolda förskrämda ansikten. Hur många gånger hade hon inte upplevt detta. Lotte led. Hjärnan sprängde och huvudet kokade. Hon kunde inte längre styra sin kropp.
Lotte kände av ögonblicket när hjärnan precis sprang ut och skapade en pratbubbla som fyllde hela rummet.
– Fan ta dig din häxa!
Orden Lotte hörde chockade henne men hon blev lättad när hon såg att pratbubblan kvävde den där onda människan.
Hon som inte ens hade ett namn.

Little Princess, Budapest