Simple Sunday Dreams With Both Eyes and Imagination Open Wide!
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Tonight we are featuring yet another work by the Romanian artist who signs his work “gyurka.” See what your muse is inspired to whisper in your ear!
“Open Eyes Dreaming” by gyurka.
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WoW Beautiful, interesting piece tonight :love: :love: :love:
Angel Wings Art by gyurka :love: :love: :love: :love:
As I lie here awake I seem
But, no dreaming I am with blue eyes beam
Turning pages as my mind does making me scream
Dreams as those with sailing alone without a team
Not knowing where to go until I spot a golden castle not sure where but in clouds as steam
Scared to sail any further when angel wings fill the view showing me the way to a true dream
Beautiful all is light with golden rods flashing making memories sparkle and gleam
Fascinating artwork to ponder. Will sleep on it and return tomorrow.
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER?
A Nonet
Inspired by “Open Eyes Dreaming” by gyurka
‘
Discovering the true from untrue,
beneath a canopy of blue
tide rolled rhythmically in
lapping at castle’s skin,
dream doll’s ending phase
transitioning
cloudy haze.
till it’s
gone.
Copyright September 22nd 2012 RGD
Art:Open Eyes Dreaming” by gyurka
WITH OPEN EYES SEE
~^~
Eyes wide open
I see the dreams
All broken and torn
Yet I feel the warmth
That try to fit in
Dreams I do not dare
Yet I do
Just to be torn
Yet a ‘ gin
~^~
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © September 23 , 2o12
Ocean Daydreams
After silky cords of sleep release me,
simple ideas paint a conscious memory.
And when i go to that dreamlike place,
thoughts of escape do my waking life grace.
Oh, how i long going down to the sea,
and sail its welcoming waters for infinity.
Enisled in a castle i’d happily be,
so wanting to flee from life’s drudgery.
The only way i’ll see that sea
is to hit Powerball in the lottery.
To date these tickets have rendered me poor.
For now i’ll pick apples too far from that shore.
Tony
9/23/12
Eyes wide open.
6th sense speaking.
I feel the thickness in the air.
I feel something near.
Something is coming my way.
In this peaceful sleepy day.
In my mind I feel something I can’t explain.
But I am keeping my third eye open.
I feel like someone is watching waiting to tell me something.
I’ve sensed this since yesterday.
Intuition running through my veins .
Thoughts scrambling my brain.
Goose pumps shiver down my arms.
Its like a silent alarm.
Insight coming alive.
Eyes open wide.
Its been along time for me since I communicated with the dead.
But today one is really messing with my head.
( just getting for halloween tells)
UNSETTLING WITHIN
Within that unsettling silence
that finds me unaware
and unprepared
as it descends
and closes in
upon my heart
in the middle of the night,
eyes wide open
and no rest in sight,
trying to ward off
those uninvited thoughts
tossed aside so long ago,
most largely forgotten
and tucked safely away,
but creeping back
and seeping through the cracks,
as walls and defenses,
once constructed
and assumed to be strong,
begin to crumble again
and threaten to tumble down.
And as they do
begin to fall and sway,
in the darkness that comes
as night replaces the day,
that young girl who sat
in the very last row
as she tried to find a voice
to express what she felt
and what she saw,
emerges through the darkness
still feeling quite insignificant
and small,
still searching for those words
trapped within
and still struggling for release.
And within that silence,
so many years removed
from those nagging thoughts
and silent tears that fell,
the insecurities and the doubt
come back to haunt the night,
the feelings of that young girl
who sat upon the fringe of life,
looking but not quite fitting in,
still struggling to keep
that voice since then found,
from retreating back
into that silent place
alone and within.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-23-12