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......................................................................................................................................... "The Real Aliens" Hear, the sap streams, create a link with the rising sun, from microscopic root hairs, to giant crowns of leaves, growing there;  millions of veins, to take care, and the challenge to survive will never be done, while the sap streams are  just under a skin of bark; the cores are death, within year rings very mysterious, like some orbits in the dark, they change light in delicious food, the leaves are synthesizers,  a whispering music, when the seasons are warm and good, and they are able to split the rocks, the burried walls, hair by hair, root by root..   AllRightsReserved©AlexBlok2006

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,.............................................................................................................. Dark and Red  The rose is coming and fighting against the stones, in tiny roothairs, sometimes lost and left alone, in all its magic force the rose will grow; through layers of darkness, without any river of light and yet the rose knows the way and yet the rose will fight and fight, until there are dreams, to open in fragile leaves feeling the sky, the wind in great relieve, a flower is born in sunlight streams AllRightsReserved©AlexBlok

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................................................................................................................................................................ "Without any Shame"   Finally, i have been able to bend the light, no longer falling over de edge of my life, to braid and plait the light; feel every vein, enjoy who you are, know the stream, and believe in your dream, because finally , i have been able to knot the light, a horizon of satin, dreams at my side, feel the deep, enjoy who you are, laugh to what is real, what hearts can feel, and we are here to learn, to colour the light, when it becomes a leaking flame, stronger than darkness, without any shame AllrightsReserved©AlexBlok2006

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........................................................................................................................................................ Ice Dance Deep red ribbons coming alive , from the dark, hanging over the ice, and your feet is beauty, your feet start to move, over the moon of music, when the sky is more than a roof, and he lift a body of love, a soul in trance, a ballet of hands, a language written in the art of a dance, when there are purple ribbons between all the stars, coming slowly down, over the ice, to change in a half circle crown; where they don't miss, a long climax kiss; what a sweet surprise AllrightsReserved©AlexBlok2006 Photo: dance image

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................................................................................................................................. "My hands will never Freeze" Tonight the wind will play a tree, and maybe some rain will come along, to rise the pond, to hear a mutual song, and tonight the moon, will shine over the keys. where my hands are warm my hands are hearts, my hands will never freeze, the fingers are fast, for feelings to last, playing through a soul. and hear no fear, and hear what comes near, a lover to make whole; song after song where do we belong... close to nature, close to light. and no more words, when our dreams come true, when a mutual song is just  to feel, to feel all right AllrightsReserved©AlexBlok2006

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........................................................................................................... Horizons, still dreaming deep in the soil, where it must be dark between pebbles and stones, and maybe there are some hidden stairs, leading to a room where the trees grow their roots one by one together, for a silent conversation about what can live under skins of bark: the year rings of experience to tackle a storm  by being flexible, while sweeping the clouds, no matter how dark, until the rainbow is an open flower, shower after shower, falling in diamonds over distance horizons, the hills and the silence, peaceful and quiet, and let's hope it never will change. AllRightsReserved©Alexblok2005

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Olympus thunder When we follow the path closer to the mountain, there are green and blue lizards, running over tiny flowers the ones who surive  seasons without rain, but still there,  without the care of showers, because the sun is too heavy;  a disc of burning light, when the flames tumble down over the hills to our thirst, our empty bottles, our footsteps in echo's, miles away from any town, to carry on and see a quiet snake. laying in a sunken dream once a myth, an enchanted lake, but only one meander of his body and Zeus will awake, coming closer from the distance, and the gods in the past when we run through the wood under the drums of thunder and for the first time we are afraid, for the light roots in the sky the ones who split the year rings of ages, or hit a rock,  are lasting stories,  too mighty to deny AllRightsReserved©AlexBlok2004

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............................................................................................................................... I have been in Athens with my brother and In our teens we did travel a lot together...  ........................................................................................................ ..The sun is an orange in the hands of a market man,... telling me the juice is pure and will flow the spirit enough to survive in this heat, to climbe a path back in history; step by step in coughs of dust, until there are long shadow fingers of columns and the temple is a dream, a place where deep blue skies are written in long distant echo's, sailing over horizons unknown carving many impressions in ancient words and stones below; the ones I see so many eons later and my poetry spirits flow.. AllRightsReserved©AlexBlok2004

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When you long for blessings that you may not name, and when you grieve knowing not the cause, then indeed you are growing with all the things that grow, and rising toward your greater self.

                                                                                                           Kahlil Gibran-Sand And Foam

What we long for and cannot attain is dearer than what we have already attained.

                                                                                  Kahlil Gibran- Sand And Foam