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terça-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2013

Sombra e Luz

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"Light And Shadow" - Paulo Zerbato/09



Sombra e Luz
sexta-feira, setembro 21, 2012
By Professor Frank



Mergulhado nas trevas de minhas encrencas emocionais, o amor que um dia me deram, foi a única luz para me guiar até o meu verdadeiro eu.

Era bem difícil encarar o rumo que minha vida estava tomando, então culpei todos ao meu redor por ter caído no buraco que eu mesmo cavara; perdendo assim todas as pessoas que se importavam e nutriam real sentimento por mim; mas como poderia compartilhar e entender algo que eu nem sabia que possuia ?

Fácil foi xingar e afastar todos que tentaram apontar e avisar que havia algo errado comigo; mas finalmente o auto-questionamento bateu na porta e não consegui afasta-lo, descobrindo que tinha assinado num papel em branco o quanto tinha sido babaca e confundido teimosia com determinação.

O mais humilhante foi olhar-me no espelho da alma e perceber que o brilho no olhar dera lugar a um sujeito sem foco, apenas uma sombra do cara que eu era.

Nesse momento, começou aquela ladainha :
- Coitadinho de mim! Sou tão incompreendido.
- Não era a minha intenção, é que é tão difícil estar encarnado.

Como o auto-questionamento é neutro, só mostra os fatos, sem estimular ou passar a mão na cabeça de ninguém, tive que por conta própria, buscar a saída. E lá estava no caminho, o carinho, a consideração e o amor que tinha recebido, como se fossem pegadas luminosas me mostrando a direção. Cada pegada parecia carregar o que aprendera com cada pessoa que tinha passado pelo meu caminho.

Lembrei do que dissera minha mãe :
- Filho, Deus é tão bom que transforma qualquer situação ruim em aprendizado.

Lembrei da antiga companheira, o único relacionamento maduro que havia encontrado e troquei tudo por uma paixão passageira:
- Um dia você vai descobrir que o verdadeiro amor se renova por si próprio; não necessita de paixões passageiras ou perder a pessoa amada para descobrir o seu valor.

Vi a pegada de um grande amigo, que já não vira há algum tempo, porque fui incapaz de resolver maduramente nossas diferenças:
- Olha amigão, já fui parar nesse lugar que você tá indo. A maior ironia de optar por esse caminho, é que pisamos em todo mundo na ida, mas teremos que encontrar cada um deles na volta.

E fui seguindo, pegada a pegada, até perceber que enxergava meus próprios passos, e compreendi que a luz no final do túnel era apenas a ausência da minha própria escuridão.

Hoje, conheço um pouquinho sobre a vida e os tantos outros reinos que falava Jesus, mas tento manter o pé no chão e focar na luz, embora possa ver a sombra ao meu lado. Depois de enfrentá-la e aceite-la como parte de
mim, minha sombra passou de inimiga a aliada.

Perfeição? Nem tão cedo!
Equilíbrio? Quem sabe?

Um certo amigo diria que se conseguirmos apenas nos tornar pessoas bacanas e conviver numa boa com a nossa luz e a nossa sombra, já é o bastante para uma vida, afinal passamos outras tantas tão longe disso.




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quinta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2013

Mind Of Soul

Illustration for the Poem - Dön Stone aka Quillan


"Schizoid Personality" - Paulo Zerbato/10




THE THIRD FALL OF RACE BROOK - Poems for J.
Copyright © 2007-2013 by Quillan

Mind of Soul
4 February 2012

Note:
As a result of several recent conversations, this poem was written.

Alchemistic is the distance quaint distinctly
Exceeding usual ambits per unusual kismets
Possessing the fain pains and poetic strains
Thence the melodious odes fixed on odd modes
Sustained by moods fervidly, understood easily
By hearts then souls sensually of troubadours
Seizing doors ajar, thresholds to halcyon floors
Aspiring to aged tunes and croons languid
Lifting to lips quickened the wine sanguine
No longer barren the satiny fields as it yields
To her, later him, thus to them mellifluously
Mounting superfluously the voluptuousness
From libidinous converses to avid epic verses
A vinous transfusion from confusion to clarity
Where piquancy prurient carouses and arouses
Stirring, amalgamating a sweet kinesthesia
By aromas of candles blown and petals sown
Thus in dusk and musk the twain’s fingers
Linger so loiter on mortality’s quavering coil
Till foiled the world’s cacophonous ruses
Due to Love’s muses, and Ardor’s breath
Respires on Passion’s death, nape, and tress
Resurrecting to unrest their ambuscaded rest
Strewing vest and dress upon chair and bed
And in their stead and veins coarse the forces
She illumes by the white of fire’s inner flame
Thus tames monotony’s fiends and routines
Cuisines of ashen savors per bitter flavors
As her blaze ravages his soul, fazing the mind
With rare kinds of imaginations kaleidoscopic
Betwixt unorthodox hallucinations philosophic
Swaying stolid monologues to avid dialogues
Thus the lovely epilogues and emancipations
Abrogating vain masturbations regarded chic
Exalting forsaken consummations as orphic
She extends her hand, so he understands
He defends her task as she lifts the mask
Bored by him aversely, ah the burden of bards
Millstone of minstrels, torment of troubadours
And preponderant pain of cloistral clowns
Who frowns caustically upon Love’s realities
Yet in passionate actualities she breathes
In whispering swells as her breasts thus heave
Her words he inhales and hungrily receives
Sweating tints and verses upon flesh of canvas
O her mind of soul is the wine that consoles
Then bestows poetic epics and accorded tears


SCHIZOID PERSONALITY, by Paulo Zerbato (Brazilian artist, contemporary)



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terça-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2013

CANTO XLIX - Fear Is A Thing Queer - Verses 1-3 (fragments)

Illustration for the Poem by Quillan



"Prison Of Human Desire" - Paulo Zerbato/11




THE THIRD FALL OF RACE BROOK - A Poetic Novel
Copyright © 2007-2013 by Quillan

CANTO XLIX - Fear Is A Thing Queer - Verses 1-3 (fragments)

Fear is a thing queer, steering clear or veering to rear
Per the wilted timidity, lacking vivacity along valor
Erewhile the tilted floridity, stacking vibrancy upon color
Rushing long on prey while hushing the tongue to say
The words unfamiliar, taking shape of things peculiar
Liken jejune wings yet flown, soon the dreams to roam
Then stones in heart, to hew and hone, hence to start
So cruel to sculpt and spool by kind tines and fine tools
To undo mercifully by hoe and strew graciously in rows
By June, the baroques of blooms mid sticks and pricks
O mortality’s symphony, poetry, artistry, and tragedy

Fear’s varieties twin to trickeries
By tyranny’s jesters and clowns
Festering the downing
Molesting the drowning
Detesting Truth for myriad of lies
So the mortal puerile forms
Forlorn then torn due to uncoiling
By providential foiling
Put asunder perniciously
Always under flagitiously the storms
O thunderous lore of saviors
Due to meticulous core of wars
Promulgated by perceived seers
To deceive then smear, thusly feared

(Sheen his flesh
As hair and tress enmesh
Taut by her quiver
His lyre’s passion-strings
Hot by lustful fever
Their covetous things)

Ontology absurd to amuse
Theology for herds so to confuse
Ideology or goddamn ruse
By prevailing fads, hailing the trends
To be sure fittingly
All are deflating currencies
Bestirred assuredly
Per the inflating actualities

The human desire, an undefined fire, by passions three
Love, Knowledge, and Pity charitably, saith sage and earl
As others hurl teapots cosmic, ignoring per rot the underscore
Forasmuch as Truth is consistent and simplistic, resistant
To popular lies and legal twins, if to defend, pearls descend
With swine o’er precipice, possessed still to dispossess
(Ah the cataracts on eyes by hangman’s veil that disguise
Slip of foot for one is precarious, for another, it’s hilarious
Harlequins by day, friendly fools, by night fiendish tools)
O the lucidity by love mid pain, the fatuity by lust for gain

PRISON OF HUMAN DESIRE, by Paulo Zerbato (Brazilian artist, contemporary)




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sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2013

Matters Of The Heart

Illustration for the Excellent Poem of my dear friend and Great Poet Edafe Yarhere
(Lagos - Nigeria)


"Koinonia Of Ideas And Life Goals" - Paulo Zerbato/11




Matters Of The Heart

Once again i fail to realize
that you're the pillar i rely on
as time goes by
pride struck from within
leaving me in shattered pieces
vulnerable as the open sea

Oh each time i realize
i lived a life in paradise
“i had you,
and i lost you”
tears trickle down my eyes
dying a thousand death
living life full of regrets.

Of What need do i exist?
like a sudden plague,
my memory turns vague
a billion stars cannot be you
and now i know..
its impossible to be happy anymore

It's impossible to be happy anymore
the rose in me is forever gone
tangling my heart with knots of thorns
and now i know..
because of your departure,
my soul forever mourns

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sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2013

Hologram

Illustration for the Website: The Spiritual Ascension



"Light Of Consciousness" - Paulo Zerbato/2012



Universal Knowledge



You know

I hate it when you scar me ragged

Now I know

Exactly why.



You know

I wonder about the unknown

Now I know

It is your voice that sighs



One day

I won’t be able to forget

And you

Will go on smiling



Throughout every pattern

Star

And leaf

But

In the meantime

I’ll stay in the dream

Time

Bending + walking

Into the stream line



C.E.S.



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domingo, 3 de fevereiro de 2013

Instagram Getting Greedy? Hubris Alert!

Illustration for the Website: Jonhartley
(Scotland)


"Self-Destructive Behavior" - Paulo Zerbato/10




JH social media
Social media marketing in Scotland and across Europe

By jonhartl


The Telegraph reports “Instagram turned off support for Twitter Cards, which display photos and videos within tweets, on Sunday, a Facebook spokesperson confirmed...Twitter users are still able to post links to their Instagram photos, but the preview function within tweets has disappeared, meaning that users will have to visit the Instagram website or app to see the images.”

And there’s a nice radio piece on You and Yours on BBC radio 4 about the same here.

Is this good business for Instagram? Instagram has decided its symbiotic (parasitic?) relationship with Twitter has served its purpose and now, with 100,000,000 followers of its own it can afford to go it alone. But if that means inconvenience for users doesn’t it provide a space for competitors combining a mini-blog and Instagram style service to forge a place for themselves.

I suggest Instagram may be sowing the seeds of its own destruction and should perhaps heed the lesson of Yahoo that on the internet you are never too big to fail.

Discuss.




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