Tag Archives: mixedmedia

“Why We Are Here” by Mietzekatze3847

Just love.

This we ALL have in common, every single person. Like this we are all united, without borders, hate, anger, exclusion…

These turn difficulties into horror. And arrogance, dominance and ignorance are the course to hell.

“Why We Are Here” by Mietzekatze3847

Picture and words by Mietzekatze3847.

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“Transcellular Energy Exchange” by Evamaria Freshmaker

The feather: Bird’s sword.
The bug: Bird’s food. The sun: Bird’s
Map. The human: Bird. (jf)

“Transcellular Energy Exchange” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Picture by Evamaria Freshmaker, poetry by Jonathan.

“Why Are We Here” by Mike Hundeshagen

Why are we here?
Caged in fragile body’s
Strapped in skinny skinny membranes
Of thousands and millions of cells
Manifested in mater, slow energy
Inaudible frequencies, but visible
Touchable, so we could touch ourselves
Feel us, experiencing our inner core
To being more than changing fractals
Being more than light
Being more than darkness
Being more than a question:
Why are we here?
Cause the answer is divine
And it lays inside
God
We are here!

“Why Are We Here” by Mike Hundeshagen

Picture and poetry by Mike Hundeshagen.

“Journey Of A Thousand Colours” by Saurabh Joshi

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours,
some are new, some are older
some define me, some surprise me
some excite me, some inspire me.

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours,
These colours are everywhere.
In me, in you, in the heaven & hell
In my tears, and my smiles, and my sweat and my struggle.

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours, a journey which I don’t want to end.
A journey of colours & wonders & feelings
Of falling, and rising and helping & healing.

I’m taking the journey of a thousand colours and its colours are my prize.

“Journey Of A Thousand Colours” by Saurabh Joshi

Edit and poetry by Saurabh Joshi. Original picture by Ryan Resatka.

“Blindfisch” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Vom Regen in die Traufe, ohne Reißleine, steh ich in meiner Idee und die Fische verstummen um mich herum, eingeschlossen ohne gefangen zu sein, obwohl das Ufer nicht weit weg ist. Der Vogel wartet nicht auf dich, lern doch endlich fliegen, sagt Mutter. Türen schließen sich hinter mir, durch transparente Wände wandern Hände, während ich endlos wirkende Stufen erklimme und hoch über mir der blaue Himmel erscheint, der mit deinen Worten meine Gedanken auf Reisen schickt und rotes Bonbonpapier sich vom Wind treiben und fallen und fallen und treiben lässt, bis das Wasser zum Halse steht und nur noch die Fische im Angesicht der Realität fröhlich Saltos schlagen. Und er denkt immer noch, es gäbe eine Liste…

“Blindfisch” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Picture and poetry by Evamaria Freshmaker.


Blindfish

From the rain to the eaves, without a ripcord, I stand in my idea and the fish are silenced around me, trapped without being caught, even though the shore is not far away. The bird does not wait for you, learn to fly at last, mother says. Doors close behind me, hands wandering through transparent walls as I climb endless steps and high above me the blue sky appears sending my thoughts on the road with your words and red candy wrapper dripping and falling and drifting until the water is up to throat and only the fish in the face of reality happily do somersaults. And he still thinks there is a list… (translated by jf)

“An Instant” by Jordan Bakare

When I was young I measured moments in the space between ceiling fan blades and thought about the moving world. Marveling that no moment was ever the same that though things seemed to repeat everything always changed. I still think of that sometimes while I watch them turn. – MFNT (Jordan Bakare)

“An Instant” by Jordan Bakare

Picture and poetry by Jordan Bakare alias MFNT.