The Key

thanks to my chats to my sister and Adam that inspired the making of the video and putting thoughts into word.
by dnalumuland

script:

A compositional excellence/ valid in all worlds
it does not matter in this case who you are talking to
once the replies you give will be as subjective as your true self
and still is poetically valid in all words
that might be simultaneously residing beside each other
as a creation of the mind
manifesting in matter
which in truth is also made of the material of the mind
the truth of all things are energetic such is the body and the mind
and the material of the mind
when you know you will be able to see
they are made of some kind of blue light maybe
so it really doesn’t matter once you truly are
as you are
your chat to a stranger
the speculation of who that stranger is
does not matter for my reply
my reply aims to enlighten and be valid as poetry
on all probable worlds without discriminating -in this case-
and enlighten them one by one
solving total different equations and arousal of complete different stories on each of these galaxies
peacefully and not mutually exclusive
functioning
side by side
space by space
receiving
one and the same poetic reply in word and script of love
that is the key
Love

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Something Silly (Improvisation)

A guitar addict friend was going to buy a new guitar this weekend and he stopped by.
This is what we created.  All improvised  and in one go.
Living far from each other we are challenged to work fast together
and still make it work somehow.
He prefers to keep it all simple as a product or a tribute to short time spent together.
Not polishing or making additions afterwards. ‘That’s my challenge’ I say always! and
we both somehow feel half & gloomy  when cannot create!
I reckon it is the soul of the piece that delivers us the peace to gratefully enjoy a beer afterwards 🙂

we said: “Okay let’s try”
he said  : “Something Silly”
I said : “alright”

She my love

before sunset at Diablerets

photo by Thouartho


Are you so near?

sometimes I miss you
so much so
like a rose could miss deserts
on earth from a lonely planet

sometimes I miss you
without knowing who you are
what you are
driven to you alone – I am all you
the nameless

tears as if an orgasm
flush without knowing
clouds see that I am crying
I try to hide
like a little girl
tears of well learned shame
once knowing….
refusal of that shame
still there

refusal of my fall towards her sensuality
refusal to live her poison in me
refusal to wear her body
refusal to see her friends
refusal to be in her environment
refusal to all
that she refused about herself
refusal was there before she died

and before I got born
then refusal received acceptance for the whatever
then refusal could not bear it and died after her

she died
after seeing him
after leaving him
after losing her period
after losing her sleep
she went on and on
and on
non stopping
she let go off herself
down a mountain

she died
she let go off herself
she said in a pure land
before the gorgeous sunset
she let go off herself

ignoring all that
deteriorating body
she lost access to
parts of it slowly
letting it be used and misused
by herself and the unseen
that she recognized silently
so well
one by one
each one of them at the time
which I met at another place later on

before she died
she dropped her fears with his spirit
down a mountain path

I got born in her body one month after that event
three years after she lost her period
by my birth that body received a period again

it was a magical girl called Marie
Marie came to her two times
to teach her body the asanas

Marie gifted her an orange flower
for the asanas that she could shape her body in
by using her breath so naturally

new breath
a breath that I got born from
a birth that brought a period to this body again
an orange rose is Marie  
a celebration  
a gift of a rebirth – my birth-  

she the silly girl
that could have been the lover of the wind
I am now lost in her life
when trying to be as she
I cannot
she was gifted endlessly
I am not

when I write needlessly like her
when I eat what she likes
needlessly
I call me sick in her life
yes that is what I am supposed to be as her life
I am alien to her
to her room – big room

she never dared to call it a house
as she just managed to camp there
hiding her fears everywhere
in betweens and corners
she was alone
all the time

her dream – only dream was to move away
but she moved away
from her loneliness
towards her isolation
each time she tried
she was dumped back
in a bigger emptier room
full of growing thoughts
made by her

she was alone
all the time
her dream – only dream was to move away

similar is mine
but to move in
to embrace this heart that I carry
I see a face to it
a sad boy lives in my heart
I saw his face yesterday
when I closed my eyes
a sad , angry boy

because she
she carried him as an … attachment
to escape from what she truly is
not allowing herself to be what she truly is

at first there was
a magical pink stone
which she found from the seas
rain – storm – to her surprise
brought the stone to her
from other worlds
where she in reality comes from
her grandmother told this once to her

the pink stone
the magical pink stone
she took from the seas
seas that she meditated to
seas that she bathed in
the pure salty water
seas that blessed her love
gave that pink stone to her
after a rain storm

the pink glittery rocky stone
was made of his heart in reality
he didn’t know

so that he could be with her
all the time
she could not understand how it kept its color all year long
she had a technical education
at the time she refused radically
to believe in  what was scientifically unexplainable
but she lied on that
all there was as knowing has always been in her heart
she always knew what needs to be known before proofs
before happenings
before school
before preachers
before words were born
she always knew

she always knew what she should do
she my love
she my true love
she the goddess of beauty
she the mother of all flowers made of stars
she the healer that lives at the edge of the universe
she the flower field of he

she said – it is proven
all stones coming from the sea
belong to the sea
for their beauty is mingled by which
they are being manifested as
but to her surprise
this one never changed  its color
it stayed as is
with her
all the time

maybe it was meant to heal her heart

so much aching
so heavy
so breathtaking
for such imbalance
she thought

I leave this body now
the universe does not deserve
the poisonous thoughts
produced by its heaviness

what she called
his lovelessness
was his love in truth

his lovelessness
was her own lovelessness
towards herself

in truth
she wanted to kill her fears
to be a match to the one love
in her heart
slowly
pulling her deep down
towards the direction
she so resisted to be pulled in

and then she let go  off herself

yes it comes and goes
her memory
her memories

I try to relate to it
activating some emotions just to study it
as if
as if
I am her

I allow myself miss as she misses
ah so feelingly
but I do not have a story to remember
it can be anything
I just see the energy of it
the potential
I just see I am not she
while using this body
I just know I shall not need to descend
to waste time

the now is different
although may look the same
could look -the same- to her eyes
the now with these objects that she was so much  scared of

I wonder if she even once had
the now
here?

maybe
maybe not
maybe yes
then maybe she is all the healing flower fields that I am born as

growing  all along that one side of the mountain
the highest one in this universe
changing my colors ceaselessly
as a true match
to his iron love
I unconditionally blossom by
on and on and on
as one.

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new eye / wild mountain flower

Marie

Marie

Photo by Alin
written by Alin
written to commemorate all the courageous love

tHAT sTAR

poetry, spoken and created by Alin Diraduryan

tHAT sTAR

Maybe it’s that star
Maybe not
Look at its shine, twinkle and sides

Do you recognise?

Maybe it is
maybe not
There is no answer
to that question

When there is a question

There is no answer to
your question
When you question
cause
When it is then it is not
cause

when it is not then it is
Maybe it is
maybe not
look at its shine, twinkle and sides
you don’t need to recognize  
cause you know just
when you know you remember
you need not do much
no no you need not do much
cause then it is
then the cloudy hell not
just sing so
and so way
it
becomes
a star
only a star
and

that star
and
that’s how
and that’s why
and that’s how and that’s why

P.S. A Burp!

just a poem it was
A poem of love at most
in the form of

a flower,
a rainbow,
a bird ,
a tune,
a word ,
a picture

Some came in written
in technological terms
Some quantized
as futuristic incense

You have sensed it all
the untold
Even long before my say

Not ‘the all’ go though
through
You know … once you can close yourself,
set a fence…

but in that latter case
although you may have done your best
to shut these gates
It seems they have reached premises against
without my knowing
aethēr so lucid does trespass
once built an absolute bridge through souls of equivalent selves.

Each n every time is  mine a hopeless cry to make you furious ?
A touch at the physical and meta-physical to eventually develop anti-sense?

Naturally so easy
As you reside at an exact opposite side of me

Angered n equally frustrated
in rage of a momentous burst
You  sell my identity
<Intimately-shared-digital>
to a dreadfully operating net-entity
and target me as if to spears
oh how that really hurts
maybe you wished so
but no not really

a boomerang brings in a rhyme
of a thoughtless action
returns it to the center of a rotating spiral
where you stand
the exact opposite end

I won’t allow though
You to frown
this way you learned to simmer n cool down
became a clown of your own ghost town
as we’re entangled beings
already since sometime

so let me just also have fun
Instead of you- bring me down
On the competing wheel game of up n down
Oh no there we sit not anymore!

Realize to have targeted a wrong one
Once it is so much alike  an opposing side or a town or a crown
Of you and both eventually you!
So wonder in sane what did I do
And put a SPAM mask on
To warn me through
and clearly do as if you were one of them:
an Intellect-Deficient-Agent scam.

So let me just  P.S.  a burp here now
Haven’t learned to develop gallstones of anger to compete thyn
but joy at most with a parasympathetic smile
Take it as a blessing if you like or a teasing
that she has you loved so without your willing
and equally convert it to a bile.

Joker Hearts!

Video, edits, poetry, spoken, written, directed and performed by : Alin Duraduryan

Drums: Robbert van Nispen

Poem/Lyrics :

Joker Hearts

AiaiaiAI!
I broke the bads Damn!
beyond the saddened eyes of a Notorious Funkyman

As if me were you
just to catch an incognito glimpse of you

Oh how I wish that’d stayed a joke in town
haven’t shitted like a bird on my head n convert me to a punk
cannot turn’t back
such an irrelevant inconvenient run
was dark dark
dark brown
beyond the thickening curtains shattering gossipers
at hours before the break of dawn

I don’t do with tarot cards
my heart longing burning for your mirage
allows me not visualize

truth as is cruel
so I blow a puff
high tigh tight yotabye
n bluff you up
only how I wish was that a dream now but no man
t was no funky man
although with a funkyman
was so bad bad
and I! after

as bad as you can be in hearts
and still me is so good in dance
nobody could score us! …Once we have had fans.

Read you thru the minds if not hearts and broke it open now!
saw yours was not true talkin to me
although remains so lovingly
eyes with glittery in memory
as sad as it can be
if you not yourself convert it later on to … jokingly
I say … like you
keep this a secret itsmak for luck only
then I knew what you meant…
then I saw what you saw…when you looked at me

I looked at him not with fake eyes of you oh love me true
and said Goodbye.
ie rolls a colorful bead – its a gift
with a who knows what future brings
me nodding agreeably
for the phrase only
Nay its neither for you nor ie
future a farewell at most
to include you both
and me
and I promise me
never I break hearts by puffs again
will stick to tarot cards
keep tis a hard learned lesson past
where heart allows
if not minds.

Déjà vu (with Lyrics)

Guitar by Robbert van Nispen
Video and Poetry/Lyrics by Alin Duraduryan
Spoken and Whistle by  Alin Duraduryan

I have been requested to note that that All video footage is original and created by Alin during her travel by her mobile phone!

Lyrics:

I am slowly gettin it

You are not the name that you told me you are when you showed me your ID and maybe you are called so etcetera etcetera but you have got so many other names besides so
….

You are no baker that can make the air smell as hunger blossoming excitement in the pure fragrance of early morning for an unknown love

You are not a cat who can kiss me and make me cry out loud until I would not cry to let go then he lies down on his back in the glittery rays of a sunmade carpet

You are not the wild blue flower appearing to me when I bike on a roadside of a highway and make me stop to touch a charm of a secret message coming from high mountains to give me a tint of home coolness

You are not my rose tree that has blossomed two pinky red roses when Andersen’s Kay and Gerda used to sing songs before Kay was lured by the heart freezing powers but you are not Kay as me is the Gerda looking for her Kay

You are not the seagull always following me wherever I go and look through my work station when I work changing seagull silhouettes Doing as if just a new seagull

You are not the wind muse that stole my favorite red gloves with a touch of you on I have been looking for ages over roads along lands

You are not the gloomy clouds pointing at a secret meeting point of a hill on which you’ve landed recently on the day when double rainbows blossomed for your arrival and for my being there.

You are not the magic molecule that I can move with a twinkle of my eye at a twinkle moment of air flushing through my body and transport it to a peacefully dozing stray dog’s consciousness which in return makes contact with me via its cuddly fur

Weather has changed to sync to your behavior and to my sleep noww
You awakened my insomnia
The sky is in pain and full of anger now with explosions , thunder and heavy rain
I felt that last night just before sleep
your rage
and something has changed
killing me with a dream of you wipes it all through and convert me to a statue
endlessly singing in a park of favorites
a supersonic song for you
but ALAS it WAS NOT you – ‘you’ WAS just a Deja vu