Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Well, it’s worked so far, but we are not off yet” Dr McCoy, Star Trek
To boldly go where no Woman has gone before
Cosmos,
The final
Frontier
So far
And yet
So near
Entering the spaceship
Ready for a long trip
Going to Mars?
Or even farther beyond?
Following the stars
Over the magic pond
Through the window
Feelings of alone
One trail of thought
As the mental guide
Trying not to get caught
In a state of confined…
Posted in Fav Foto Friday
“Photography, as a powerful medium of expression and communications, offers an infinite variety of perception, interpretation and execution” Ansel Adams
Monolith
Tall, dark and mysterious
Standing by itself, all serious
Staring at it, getting nervous
Or maybe I am, just a little delirious
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“I wake up and I see the face of the devil and I ask her, “What time is it?”
And she says, How much time do you want?” Diamanda Galás
The Devil asked for my Little Finger but stole my Whole Hand
You finally sunk onto the level
Where you were ready to deal with the Devil
Cutting the deal might have seemed easy
But what you found out made you queasy
What you didn’t realize when offering one finger
The Devil had hers crossed while your decision was a linger
What you thought was a small and simple deal
Turned out to be much more than a steal
You see, when striking a deal with the Devil
You will be entering at your own peril
To a contract you think you can choose
Much more than you care to loose
So, now that you got what you wanted
Still, you can’t help feeling haunted
Your eyes always checking the stern
Wondering, if and when she will return…
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“There is no life before the first cup of coffee in the morning”
Life without Coffee?
It’s getting to be a borderline cliche
Like something so unnerving at play
But out of all the things to loose
If I really had to choose
What ever troubles life may bring
There is this only one thing
There is one thing I cannot do without
Uttered without hesitation or doubt
Not without my Coffee!
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho
Porvoo
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Do more, complain less”
I need a Different Tune to Sing to
Repeat this mantra and you’ll soon believe it
Turning into a complete little shit
“My head is empty, my head is empty, my head is empty,
completely and abso-freaking-lutely empty”
Not one sensible thought passing through
The mind no longer sharp and clever
The neurons and positrons or what ever
Have turned into some kind of inert goo
Head spinning around like being possessed
Just like Linda Blair in the Exorcist
The thought pattern repeating those same old tunes
Feels like running on mere fumes
Stuck and totally out of luck
Like a sitting duck awaiting the slayer
Or a broken needle on a record player
Not adding any new layers
Complaining more and nothing gets done
Seems the mojo is lost and so is all the fun
It is time to change the needle or the record
Even if it takes a lot of effort
Repeating this mantra and soon you will believe
The best proven remedy to achieve
Is to do more and complain less
And in a new tune singing your way out of this mess
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“He travels the fastest who travels alone” Rudyard Kipling
Porvoo, Finland
Colourful old buildings
Even graffiti for the chilling
Some of them may be tilting
Life nothing if not thrilling
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Life tends to be an accumulation of a lot of mundane decisions, which often gets ignored” David Byrne
Colours
A work of art?
Or something smart?
A splash of colour
Will leave you wonder
What is beyond there?
A work of art
Or something,
Even more smart?
Posted in Fav Foto Friday
I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr
Birds
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo…
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.”
― Tana French, Broken Harbor
Simply Red
Simple it the word
Easily slurred
But for a mundane day
The colour is grey
With a touch of red
Unravelling the thread
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