Movie Review: Oldboy(2003)

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/oldboy/

In this harsh life, realities should be perceived in their raw splendor. Perceived and consumed at the same time. Like the writhing tentacles of a live octopus, that feed the goblinesque appetite

Lupe Velez in a publicity photo for The Broken Wing (1932)

As long as my ill fate is conjured away by the truth of your gaze

Movie Review: The Frozen Ground(2013)

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2005374/?ref_=nv_sr_1

We may be far from the genre's heyday, still it is clear to me that "The Frozen Ground" diffuses the whiff of a grim and dreary catatonia, so frequently encountered in the masterpieces tagged under the serial killer onomatopoeia.

Nicolas Cage stars as the morally integral state trooper

From Lust to Dust

Original Artwork: "Go Away Bad Dreams", by Philomena-Famulok

More info, in the links below:

http://philomena-famulok.deviantart.com/art/Go-Away-Bad-Dreams-395607565

http://philomena-famulok.deviantart.com/

I saw the Ocean tonight
He had a scission on his chest
and the city lights were hanging from his tiptoes
How Time bursts in the stir of your echo...

As the vapor of the children's laughter
draws circles in the morning dew
i smell the essence of your fingertips

Orbit

The sky travails tonight in birth
A new star is about to spring out of his womb
Will you let the children paint its tail in their dreams?
I really wonder

I met a woman once
She was carrying the cocoon of a planet
between her breasts
How time flows, how pain rows

Bring in the mold of my candlelight
i saved the fears of a newborn star, inside
i buried the moth of my dying love, inside
Who's there to blame?

I'm now left alone to linger, out of your breasts' grasp
dreading to go astray, falling in my decay
The Earth flees my cocoon
i'm a lonely planet now, derailed to my own demise

Who can escape the howl of silence?.. Hush now, i am flying...

Original artwork: Alabarda Siderea, by Blekotakra

More info: http://blekotakra.deviantart.com/

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Prelife

I carry your sultry fright on my shoulder
trying hard to laugh and go unnoticed
Day in, day out
i wanna get there, in every direction
i wanna get there, to heal your feeble inception

Time stands still in the night's bleak frown
while i search your affection
It's my feet of clay i stumble upon
as your grasp bursts from the Earth's hollow section

My laugh flees, in search for a lane
to erase all life from its perky expression
I thought i'd sent this dread for a stroll
as your coffin made a tilt towards eternal ascension

Who can blame the night's peeling glow
it's a frame, to seek no attention
As the Moon dries your farewell, Lo!
a new Sun bleeds in every direction...

Imogen Cunningham - Veiled Woman, 1910-1912

A Fish Tale

Do you ever consider becoming a fish?

It only takes a gill of saltwater in your memory

and your lungs, switching to a pair of gills.

The rest, remains the same.

You smell, you feel, you love or hate.

It's just that you lack the memory of all!

I guess, that's the way guilt or pain flows to oblivion...

... And i'm now, too old to repent

and too soft to endure.

I just need to breath... again.

Portrait of Evelyn Brent by Charles Gates Sheldon c.1928