Me or the?

Sometimes I wonder is it me or my imagination?
Are true occurrences part of living in a dream?
Fantasies become reality in my own creation
But they are not always what they seem

Voices are present just as an illusory
The inexplicable is something without a solid grip
Beauty is everywhere turns to be con-temporary
The art of it takes the mind on a sentimental trip

Though I try to get that train to the unconscious
Already bought a ticket to never ever whatever land
Travel along for answers avoiding the fractious
Knowing this is a journey without end



Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek
Photography: Laura Makabresku, Poland

Seabear - I'll build you a fire

Experimental Indie Folk from Iceland.

Analyse for the love of

I’d like to share a piece of me
My eyes, my lips, a thought or three
When you expect more well go search that key
The one that opens me up to get in more deeply
Than you can examine my cells thoroughly
Fly through my brain like a purposeful bee
Finally count my annual rings and tell me what you see
Because my heart I do not share for free

Poem: Maaijke Middelbeek

Wonderwall 1968

A miraculous, psychedelic and colourful movie with Jane Birkin.