Tag Archive | Art
SO MAKE THE MOST OF THIS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
We were tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth About the reason to stay alive But we looked into the fire And we saw each other And the sky went warm And our lips grew cold The sun dripped emerald On our morning lighted cheeks And…
SONATA OF THE ETERNAL KISS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Give yourself to the air To what you cannot hold To feeling, the entered breathing And expanded until you No longer had a heart But became every heart No longer had lungs But became every sky You where the heart begins You where inhaling and exhaling ends Fear not the…
Taipei 101 Nightscape
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Taipei, all the way to New York I can feel the distance, getting close All I thought about on the airplane Was the way you tasted, teasing me With skin of golden canvases And eyes for Art and pleasing beings In the Twilight of your erotic submission There is a…
The Power of Roses, 玫瑰力量
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
A flower was offered to me You said you preferred Roses Roses that nurse the Angel’s tears But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose A flower was offered to you A lush red Rose in its hint of perfection It is the time you…
CELEBRATION OF THE ETERNAL ROSE, 永恆玫瑰的慶典
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
If I confess your body is The only civilization besides Roses I long to experience, do not say Do not say that I only adore blooming things A Rose at any stage of life is gracious Moist petalled or dropping wearily The rain on her lips is like butter-music If…
WHITE JADE, FEMALE POET, ORANGE PITCHER
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Heaven bless the babe Orphaned by divinity What queer books she will read Granted, to be a poet isn’t easy When she is older, she will say: “Till the Spring, my murdered lover Till our souls meet in another form The language of my foolishness Will be the bridge I…
Happenstance of the Free
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Distressed mind so humble To tease the hidden hooded why O’ and how it aches to suffer To shape thought with no reply? From the warm chair of an easy life Flee to danger then, if the storm Is indeed your truer shelter Fling yourself into your destiny That cares…
Ha-ha-ha-nope! This post is about you.
Originally posted on C h a z z W r i t e s . c o m:
It is easy to be cynical and you can spot the practice everywhere. In watching the unfolding developments of the Hachette versus Amazon dispute, some people ascribe motivations to actions even though we’re still working in a low…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 