Something Strange

.

© 2009 - Ben Heine
.

A view of Brussels from my Balcony
with a slight manipulation :)
.
I wrote the following poem in 2003,
it's only available in French, sorry about that...
.
Mégapole

Par Ben Heine

Des rayons de verre et d'acier m'aveuglent,
Des reflets hurlent et transpercent l'horizon.
Des cubes de toutes dimensions s'élèvent.
Pas de verdure au pied de ces temples modernes.

Un vent de matière inerte surgit.
Je marche sur le sol sombre.
Cherchant une voie dans l'espace,
Près de ces masses qui m'enlacent.

Puis un soleil brûlant soudain scintille.
Une joie intense m'irradie,
Et brise la mélancolie citadine,
J'ai envie de sourire à la vie.

Follow me Son

.

© 2009 - Ben Heine
.
I'm Going...

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm going in deepest of unknown space,
Searching with a kindle, not clear or bright;
I'll be flying dimensions, hours of grace,
Close to daybreak and the fullest of night.
Like a bird in dark with one pair of wings,
Flying across oceans, somewhere not known;
Or a singer who searches on, as he sings,
A seed from a fragile bloom not yet grown.
Ah dear friend, perhaps likewise, so are you:
Knowing not yet where your fate is going;
Into the distance, in haze and in blue,
Mountain root moss there seems all to be glowing.
Unclear quite now, is each of futures seeing,
But when crossed over, there dwells each being.
.

Somewhere in
the Future
.
© 2009 - Ben Heine

.

Element to
Another

By Peter S. Quinn

Rest in the air
Unsettled light future
The dreams from here
Minute’s away moocher
Depopulate its echoes
Moment’s cane of sense
Into the existence goes
Each of its fragments

Element to another
Inhabit no landscapes
Apprehensive foremother
The bringer of shapes
Through the row lost
Meanings of limbo words
Phantoms thought mossed
Pole lines blackbirds

Into the evening
With its own afterglow
Lonely again it'll sing
Before its last go
Draft of shades walking
All the flashes of flame
Forms of change chalking
Into intended endgame
.

Put the Volume Up !

.

© 2008 - Ben Heine

.

The Pulse Beat of Life
.
By Darrell
.
The sound of music drifts into the street,
the beat beat beat,
crowds of faces come and go,
drifting along with the night’s flow,
some feel high,
some feel low,
some are here to put on a show,
others are just trying to let go,
some are looking for someone to know,
someone to hold,
to feel less cold,
but they all just tryin to walk life’s long road.

.

(The poem appeared on Visionofspirit.gaia.com)

.

PS : This is a photo I took
by night in the centre of Brussels.
.

Carrying Your Heart With Me

.

© 2008 - Ben Heine

.
I Carry Your Heart With Me
.
By e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

(poem's source : judithpordon.tripod.com)