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All that, much more… or rotten potatoes-16.6.2013


There's life on Mars! ©copyright2013owpp

There’s life on Mars!
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I had forgotten a bag of potatoes in my balcony.
They were partying while beauty was in the making 🙂
Two months later these were the results.

Enjoy the scenery!

All that, much more… or rotten potatoes
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Wearing the hats of an Ascot race
Tentacles stretching out in a plea
Clamoring the human race
For ostentation and allure,

Whichever way you look at me,
Flash your interpretation through
The lens of your soul.
See the bumps and cracks,

Flesh withering, rotting back to life,
Wrinkles and scratches,
Abandoned at a party in a pantry…
Forgotten to nature happening…

To the unfold of beauty in the making.
See it all in its synchronicity.
Love me for I am forever returning.
Expanding, growing…

A reflection in the firth of your desires.
See all that or… decay with no glory.
A smell to toss in an instinct of preservation
Applying the laws of order and cleanliness

Never questioning the
Possibilities of magic happening,
Foulness dissolving into beauty
Mold, as a compass to our mien (1)

Sprouts, extensions to barriers
Crevasses, detour… the scenic route
Catch even a glimpse of life on Mars
Or the gossiper thriving on some

Dripping, luscious, slippery news.
All that and much more, for every eye
Has a story, every mind a book.
Or, just take a glance and toss

Without a second thought,
The rotten potato.
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Mien (1)

1. Bearing or manner, especially as it reveals an inner state of mind: “He was a Vietnam veteran with a haunted mien” (James Traub).
2. An appearance or aspect.

[Alteration (influenced by French mine, appearance) of Middle English demeine, demeanor, from Old French, from demener, to behave; see demean1.]

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potato art
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potato spider
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bumps & crevasses...the scenic route ©copyright2013owpp

bumps & crevasses…the scenic route
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old age :) ©copyright2013owpp

old age 🙂
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potato plants gossiping ©copyright2013owpp

potato plants gossiping
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tentacles stretching out in a plea ©copyright2013owpp

tentacles stretching out in a plea
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potato map ©copyright2013owpp

potato map
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resilient ©copyright2013owpp

resilient
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isn't life quite something? ©copyright2013owpp

isn’t life quite something?
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abstract
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the caller ©copyright2013owpp

the caller
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Hey!There IS life on Mars! ©copyright2013owpp

Hey!There IS life on Mars!
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Spider monster!!! ©copyright2013owpp

Spider monster!!!
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Beauty revealed ©copyright2013owpp

Beauty revealed
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The Royal Ascot... ©copyright2013owpp

The Royal Ascot…
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Perpetual entrance ©copyright2013owpp

Perpetual entrance
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I am all that and much more – Sunday 3rd of March 2013


this tiny,yellow,luminous dot ©copyright2013owpp

this tiny,yellow,luminous dot
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I am all that and more
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I have become a tiny yellow dot in the vastness of the galaxies.
Sustaining the starry Prussian blue summer nights
A ball of fury, scorching the moving sands of the deserts
I pick up the privileged, caress them with golden dust
Feed the hungry so they do not congeal in the glaze of a frozen statue.

Your friend or foe, sweet or acrid, hunter…
Pick your cards, choose your destiny.
For I am, the face you want to see…
The choice, the thought you want to feed.
I invade or pervade every square inch of your deepest

I come and go, I am constant.
Blow and form everything into shape
Travel the paths that have been borrowed,
That have not.
I embrace what is shy and simmer what is in the making.

I tread on unfalteringly, come uninvited,
Open doors, crash through walls undeterred.
Grab you in a dance frenzy and cradle your bruised soul
Wipe the sweat off your brow and straighten your hunched mind.
I am the sun, I am the sand, the wind blowing

Tumbleweeds across deserted villages
The speck of dust glittering the surface of a rainbow
Spark in a child’s wondrous gaze
The amusement on the parched lips of the thirsty
Wisdom on the leathered skin of the aged

The notes of music in the autumn rustling leaves
I am all that and more…
I am the love that barks around the corner
Falling into the laps of the unexpected
The beauty showered in the rain of a chosen few

The growling sounds of thunder crashing through
The mountains, intimidating the slumber of nature
Shaking the heavy layers of snow, conducting them
Into an avalanche… commanding you out of inertia
Guiding your mind into the creation of what is me,

You and the plurality of existence
Bringing you back to the reasoning of hope
The meaning of purpose, the golden fabric of growth
Delight and dashingness of youth.
Have you fed the thought you want to be,

Sketched your destiny?
For you are, the tenacity of your stubbornness
The creativity of your genius, audacity in every living flake
The white fluffed duck, gliding on his reflection
Following the line of his ancestors

You are the tiny yellow, luminous dot…
All that and much much more…
For I am you,

I am life.