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Zywa May 23
All my space travels

are tragic, going so far --


and getting nowhere.
Poem "Testpiloot" ("Test pilot", 2012, Ingmar Heytze)

Collection "Stream"
silvervi Apr 28
Just watching to see
Just coming to breath
Just listening to be
Just living to explore
What is behind that shore?
Each moment brand-new
For me and for you
All roadmaps abondoned
I am on my own
Being guided by NOW
Seeing what's gonna show.
minisha Apr 27
Rain drops' lullabies carve serenity
and slither through the canopies,
while the world is garbed in melancholia,
souls are drifted by nostalgia.
The droplets ballet on the soil,
as souls wander in turmoil,
drowning down the lane of memories,
chasing a mirage where photographs don't crease.
My love for you  
is pure and true,  
a feeling that resides in my heart,  
without expectations or demands.  

I wish for your happiness,  
pray for your peace,  
and hope for your well-being,  
in every moment.  

I strive to become better,  
to be patient and strong,  
to support you from afar,  
with respect and dignity.  

This love guides me,  
to remain honest and sincere,  
to honor you with care,  
and to stay within the bounds of faith.
silvervi Jan 24
Just experience.
Experience what's in front of you.
See it. Feel it. Smell it. Hear it. Touch it. Taste it. No judgement. Pure exploration.
Reminder for myself to focus on the now instead of the interpretation of the now.
Zywa Dec 2024
Going higher and

higher, beyond the best view --


into the cold night.
Poem "Een wandeltocht" ("A walking tour", 2004, Marjoleine de Vos)

Collection "Passage Passion"
Jeremy Betts Mar 2024
I sit here and ponder
As a trailblazer,
No
A pioneer,
No
A lazy explorer,
Whatever that means, but sure
On a relatably aspect,
I'm really just a simple court jester
A third wheel passenger
A classic trope
The main guy, brushed off by those who used to claim to care
Ignored like a wondering stranger
Both lead actor and expendable,
None playable character
A name not worth trying to remember
Never a shred of credit offered either
An already undesirable role turned disaster picture
Struggling to hold it together
Both as a lover and a fighter,
Man and provider
An overdramatic graphic designer,
Not a producer
Also fighting nature as a stand alone reality denier
Because "it's not fair"
...or whatever
A true, true believer
...in what though?
I'm still not sure,
Go figure

©2024
What would you call a normal person today,
Those who go do the same routines, at certain times, they
Always have as an excuse, never trying to convince themselves,
They can do more, no confidence, fear of failure, limitations, in the mind,
The human mind, can only think one way, negative, or positive,
At one time. How  you think, what you take in the most,
Retain and repeat, reflects into everything, you do,
Watch, notice the signs.
A lazy, undisciplined mind, will lead to the worst,
Including self-pity, over time.
If you have a positive attitude, and the will to look,
Relate to the good, in all of your experiences, do it,  be proud of,
Recognize, the smallest, success stories, in your daily, finds.



                                     The Original: Tom Maxwell ©  02/06/2024 AD
Zywa Mar 2024
Exploring the world,

you better not be afraid --


of getting lost there.
Composition "Verdwaald tussen de noten" for piano ("Lost among the notes", 2021, Gözde Köse [born in 2008], arranged by René van Münster for eight cellos) performed by the Cello Octet in the Meervaart Theatre in Amsterdam on November 25th, 2023

Collection "Migration"
Nigdaw Nov 2022
I watch the rat boys
trip the light fantastic
across once well manicured floors
of forests of wood and panel
lined walls graffitied with
the signature **** and *****
language that would not
have been tolerated in such
hallowed halls, falls easily
from lips accented with Yorkshire drawl
appreciating architecture they can
(like the rest of us)
only dream could be their pad
their crib, their humble abode
with a taste for the gothic
or art nouveau
they are lookers, explorers
nosey little toads fuelled by
an unquenchable curiosity
to see what's behind that fence
that hedge or garden wall
if you find them in your house
you are a ghost, for they hunger
only for the derelict, the abandoned
time stopped in a moment preserved
About a group of urban explorers who I enjoy watching on You Tube.
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