Bottles Floating On The Edge Of Life©

Miss You

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Mon, 10 Apr 2017 11:00:00 +0000

I cannot deny my rage for all of this pain we might be a shelter for.
I do not dare to confess I am going crazy about all of this mess.
If we could share our days, that could be the best pleasure our hearts need to overcome those fears.
But time is never enough, all I can reach is this mute epitaph.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

Soundtrack: Epitaph - King Crimson

Hold On

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:00:00 +0000

As an Angel watching over me while I'm far away, my Soul lifts high while my feet never leave the ground as I walk this earth in silent admiration, with inner devotion. Making love on higher levels, seagulls flying all over my head, the smell of the Adriatic sea reaching my skin, I cherish these very moments of tenderness like unexpected gifts from outer space.

Thank you for being there when I needed you most. Delicacy, is your invisible hand holding mine, your transparent arm around my shoulder, your silent words to remind me: Girl, you just go out and get it! You were born to make it.

Guess what? I daydreamt of an old woman, resting her head upon an old man's shoulder, feeling completely safe and thinking: "Oh gosh, how come we missed all those years, it's such a waste?". But soon afterwards, another thought passed through her mind as she realized: "No, we needed all this time to finally get ready for this. Before, just wouldn't have been possible."

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

Soundtrack: Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens

Floating Darkness

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 26 Jul 2016 22:18:00 +0000

Darkness floats, it just comes back, like (un)expected waves you shouldn't be surprised to see again.

Day by day you strive, to survive, admiring(envying) others' people easiness in life.

Only you can save you. The tricks that your mind plays shock you.

You have become better at recognizing them and counter them with actions, but not enough.

It's still tough.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

Soundtrack: Needle In The Hay - Melissa Laveaux

Pale Turns Red

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 05 Jan 2016 17:51:00 +0000

The ways I think of you never cease to surprise me. The thought of you can tease me unexpectedly, but sometimes it's me who gives the start, following the "call". I love to feel you near, to walk side by side to your soul, to feel connected in a matter of invisible, yet inevitable, quantum particles who are just following their own inborn logic. I've seen the infinite abyss and I know you've seen it, too.

At times I wonder what you would say about something, what is making your eyes sparkle, which views, which music, which words, which people are making you feel alive. Are you ever asking yourself the same?

Today I lit up candles and let water dance with my desire. Gently, emotions turned into pale steam, steam then suddenly turned red, like my mind had been uncovered. How were you as a child? What scared you, what made you happy and feel loved? Did you try to be loved so hard, too?

Did loneliness trace circles on your soul like music on a vynil? Could we have been friends as kids? Do you think the two of us would have matched and turned that loneliness into a source of shared discovery and treasure?

How are you now as a grown adult? What does your body look like? Do you feel at ease when you look at yourself in the mirror? Or do you wish you were someone else, like I've been hoping for a long time, too?

Can you see the Beauty within you? Or do you still wish to go away and quit? Can you hear me whisper... "Stay"?

Anytime I put a record on, I can't help but see the both of us connect just like a plug with electricity. No matter how far we go, how distant we travel, there's a string so imperceptible that no one else can see, reminding us we are such stuff as dreams are made on. And I know, we shall not part.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

Soundtrack: Goodnight Songs

How Would You Call Me?

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 07 Jul 2015 16:04:00 +0000

I love you. I've always loved you. And I always will. I don't want to turn this thing we have into another kind of weird fantasy and ruin it. I wanna keep this energy alive. Cosmic and pure. I want to become the words I only dare write not whisper. I want to touch you with my eyes open, not while I desperately stare inside myself in search for something that has once fallen apart and that I can't seem to build back.

Try to love yourself, she said. If you fail, that's just part of the exercise. It's not a mistake, it's a trial. You happen to learn by trials. But what, I say, if I don't want to love me? The hardest I try, won't matter if I don't really want. I will never succeed. Sometimes, through my loneliest steps and countless procrastinations, I wonder... How would you call me? What would your voice sound like? Do you ever sing along your favourite tune? Would I like it?

I should close my eyes now and just try to figure out what my deepness looks like. Touch it. Feel it. Looking for the exstasy beyond fear and only imagined evil. Let my mind go for a walk through landscapes of pleasure and inspirational desire. Should I go with you? Or leave you in peace and keep you in the safe garden of separation and only rational connection?

Just lay beside you, while we stare at each other in kindness, deep into our very eyes, not a single word to tell what is all too clear to see. Two souls longing for a handful of mixed emotions to fill the empty space inside their physical bodies, sharing the load, in silence, with someone who truly, fully understands, without explanations.

Regardless of time, regardless of goals. Two souls, two halves of the same spirit, meant to get together, one day.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

Deny Not Anima

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Sun, 02 Nov 2014 16:07:00 +0000

If only I could be a neuron in your brain
ignited by your thoughts,
incarnated in your hands,
I would dance in your synapsis
curly like a spiral,
delighted by your feelings.

Holy crazy souls
feeling never alone,
stony in our worlds.

Pure connections
electric imperfections
stormy stops and motions
like karma and reincarnation.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

Soundtrack: Carry On Phenomenon - Kishi Bashi

Back In The Days

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Fri, 10 Oct 2014 13:14:00 +0000

Memories awake, tenderness gone wild. So happy to know you're still alive.
Keep that in mind, your existence makes me kind!
Wherever we are, whenever we feel like it, we now know how to make our two ends meet. Never doubt it.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

A Perfect Sound

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Fri, 10 Oct 2014 12:56:00 +0000

all of a sudden

a perfect sound

hits your eyes

restless tears
caress my fears

silence's unkind
if I keep you in mind

(written on 9th december 2009)

Soundtrack: Miss You - Trentemøller

Collide

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Fri, 10 Oct 2014 12:55:00 +0000

Talking to myself
I collide,
in my own
world of madness

(written the 3rd of August 2010)

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM
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Redeem

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Fri, 10 Oct 2014 12:48:00 +0000

In a strange dream
I saw your face
it was like steam

I wish I had a sunbeam
whenever I'm in disgrace
in order to redeem

Your skin, so soft, so pure
Our love, so natural
so immature

(written somewhere in 2011)

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM
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Again & Again

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 20:16:00 +0000

Is there a reason why
I can't stop complaining?
What's wrong with me?
Why the Hell can't I evolve
and let You out?

Hours keep passing me by
and I still can't reach you,
my innermost eye.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

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Soundtrack: Hours - Tycho

Animals In Clouds & Flowers To Give

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 14:50:00 +0000

Two solitudes may become one,
in a moment in time.
I remember your childish eyes, your laughter, your embraces
I remember your little hand in mine,
us together, seeking animals in clouds,
sharing a sweet, innocent Love.

Time does never stop, like the distance
between all the words left unspoken,
all the questions never asked,
all the answers waiting to be given.
In your presence I feel better,
you once found a shoulder to lean on,
I found all the good in me reflected in your smile.

Now you're so different, although you're still the same.
Wonder what's been going on in your head,
when you daydream, when you're far from me,
when you think about your future in fear and uncertainty.
Wonder if you ever think of me, of those rare days of pearly splendour.

Remember the flower you once gave me,
all the moments you embraced me.
Wish you all the best and joy in life,
despite the great pain that like mine
is written in your DNA.
Sensitivity may always be your guide and not your limit.

Love you, soul mate...
Take care.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

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Soundtrack: Give Up The Ghost - Radiohead

Good Signs & Bad Signs

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 00:43:00 +0000

...just seen a movie, they told me it was hard...
... it may sound crazy, but I didn't find it "that" hard at all.

I'm afraid that's not a good sign.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

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Soundtrack: Low - Embrace

Bliss

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 16:20:00 +0000

When music makes me want to write. When words of others, read in a sleepless night, make me want to vomit my own soul on a blank page just to be part of such turbid splendour.

Doing my best to express my emotions is my way to thank you for just existing, for being somewhere out there, for letting my eyes sail through your thoughts from time to time.

You're wonderful, that's true. But not in the sense of perfection. Your lack of self esteem just makes you greater to my eyes, your darkest hours make your positive feelings glow even more when you recall your memories.

I fall in love with the world any time I get proof that such people exist, that they're walking each day among the others, capable of looking beyond good and evil, hosting them both but still staying above human limits, despite being often submerged by them all.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

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Soundtrack: The Wilhelm Scream - James Blake

Biutiful

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 13:27:00 +0000

- Hi! Is it really you? What a surprise...

- (nearly trembling) I... I just called you up to tell you last night I saw the latest by Iñárritu...

(heavy silence)

- Ru-ok?

- Just go and see the movie...

CLICK.

- Hey? Are you still there? Hello?

(fade out)

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

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Soundtrack: King Of Snake - Underworld

Part of... What?

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 00:56:00 +0000

Then, it'll all end like it once began. How about you accepting that everything changes, nothing ever keeps the same? Not even the stars, nor the sun or the sea. Nothing could ever stop the inevitable transformation, not even a plea. You, little floating stupid part of anything! Open your eyes and accept this moving chaos as part of your universe. Bathe in it, drift in it and then... let it all go and look at yourself. Your abyss's got even deeper but if you reach for the sky you'll see the space between you and time getting smaller and smaller and smaller... until the end, until your new beginning.

Rest in peace... lost in space.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA

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Soundtrack: Everything In Its Right Place - Radiohead

Cosmic Angels...

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 10:53:00 +0000

Again. Suddenly and unexpected. While trying to catch Life back with my fluttering arms underwater, as if I was just breathing it in through my cells. Water in my ears, salt in my aching eyes, the subtle power of a wave running over me and clouds as wings of a cosmic, precious Angel above me...

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

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Soundtrack: You're Not Alone - Mads Langer

In a way it´s all a matter of time
I will not worry for you You´ll be just fine
Take my thoughts with you and when you look behind
You will surely see a face that you recognize

You´re not alone I´ll wait till the end of time
Open your mind Surely it´s plain to see
You´re not alone I´ll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind Surely there´s time to be with me

It is the distance that makes life a little hard
Two minds that once were close Now so many miles apart
I will not falter though I´ll hold on till you´re home
Safely back where you belong And see how our love has grown

You´re not alone I´ll wait till the end of time
Open your mind Surely it´s plain to see
You´re not alone I´ll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind Surely there´s time to be with me

You´re not alone Surely there´s time to be with me
Open your mind yeahhhh

Silence

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 11:42:00 +0000

Silence. I've always hated silence. I hated, when you taught me to cover your screams with music, when you begged me not to listen to you arguing, but I couldn't. Even now, that you've become a haunting ghost, I always have to fill every moment with sound.

Deep down the abyss is calling me, my thoughts have never been so dark and obscure. Loneliness strikes me like millions of wheels riding through my injured body and no scream comes out from my moving lips.

I think of you, in silence... What the hell does this mean?
Silence, unreal silence is not as that of two people standing in front of each other, staring at each other right in their very eyes, nor is it that of two friends embracing one another.
Silence... it kills me like an ice cold knife sawing its way through my wounded flesh... while my ears are silently screaming for sound...

I never thought I would end like her. But that's how I've become.
I have to change my life for good, or make an end to that, at once.
I wish I had the courage to stop this torture...

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

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Soundtrack: Us And Them - Pink Floyd

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

I mean, they're not gonna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

Soul Voyagers

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 14:37:00 +0000

Feeling lonely in a windy day, searching for treasure in my own deep world, I'm scared to lose my way.
As we stand in front of each other, there's no me, there's no you, just part of the two.
Cannot bear the heaviness of distance, when I'd just wish to find myself in a soul mate's glance.
Can't find a reason for this painful void that sometimes shakes me all of a sudden, just wonder if it's you or not, ringing in the invisible heaven with the power of your thought just to wake me up.
Life's full of mystery and God only knows how I'd wish to run, a handful of joy, in this infinite meadow, giving my hand to your shadow.

Eye against eye we lie, like soul voyagers do,
knowing that bodies are just pale reflections
of our innermost being.

Missing you like hell, I hope our love will only grow stronger.
One day, I know, I'll rest, my head upon your shoulder...

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

Soundtrack: Once Upon A Long Ago - Paul McCartney

Paradise (Lost)

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:20:00 +0000

I (?) will never learn, I (?) will never listen.
I will always try and glisten.

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

Soundtrack: Breaker - Low

Our bodies break
And the blood just spills and spills
But here we sit debating math

It's just a shame
My hand just kills and kills
There's gotta be an end to that

There's gotta be an end to that

Swing Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 18:38:00 +0000

Up and down
on the same old freaky rollercoaster
Silently watching the tides
come towards you
A step after another,
your trace in the sand
slowly disappears

Pull me, gently
as I sit on that lonely, abandoned swing
I'll let you caress my ears
in a softened sigh
as your music
lifts my soul high

Come with me
in my lonely walk,
take my hand
and look the monster
straight in the eye
'cause it's the only way
to survive...

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

Soundtrack: Apx - Fengshu

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Steam Of Consciousness

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:16:00 +0000

All these ashes, falling on my head...
Dying leaves of a strange friendship
in search of a new citizenship.
Silent words fall to the ground
in a strange void
with no sound.
Cool wind blowing
snow flocks burning
in an endless morning.
Like a dream,
like my dream.

A breath turns into steam...

YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM

Soundtrack: While The Cold Winter Waiting - Trentemøller

Lonely Flower

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:56:00 +0000

Boundaries. Extremes. Confusing.
Freedom for us all. Outside the game of chess.
Cannot stop the fall. It's useless.
I'll always keep computing.

Just a prey for the system. It sucks me whole.
Well, that's not my problem, I'm no such whore.

I won't be Time's prostitute.
Just another case for an old institute.

Rape a slice of joy,
use my mind.
For you it's such a toy!

Abuse of your power,
I beg you.
My dearest lonely flower.

Soundtrack: Waiting For The Night - Depeche Mode

Dj Prisma’s XMas 2009 Playlist – Powered By Radio Pazza

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 20:15:00 +0000

Tired of the same all time Christmas classics? Come and listen to my XMas 2009 Playlist on RADIO PAZZA, a no cost no profit web radio created by Bak & Grex.

I am Dj Prisma and this is my Playlist!
Just click on the logo to join our Radio and enjoy a lot of good music!

Yuki, AKA Dj Prisma TBFKA Museum

PLAYLIST:

HERELDEDUKE - DUBSTEP SNOWMAN (WALKING IN THE AIR RMX) (Lyrics)
MADNESS – INANITY OVER CHRISTMAS (Lyrics)
THE BEACH BOYS – BLUE CHRISTMAS (Lyrics)
LOUIS ARMSTRONG – HERE IS MY HEART FOR CHRISTMAS (Lyrics)
LEE ROGERS – YOU DON’T HAVE TO WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS
BOB MARLEY & THE WAILERS – WHITE CHRISTMAS (Lyrics)
JACOB MILLER – ALL I WANT FOR ISMAS
MIKEY DREAD – REGGAE REGGAE CHRISTMAS
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE – (CHRISTMAS) BABY PLEASE COME HOME (Lyrics)
BILLY IDOL – JINGLE BELLS ROCK (Lyrics)
ONI LOGAN (LYNCH MOB), CRAIG GOLDY (DIO), TONY FRANKLIN (THE FIRM) & JOHN TEMPESTA (ROB ZOMBIE, THE CULT) - DECK THE HALLS (Lyrics)
GENE AUTRY – RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER (Lyrics)
LENNOX AVENUE – LITTLE DRUMMER BOY (Lyrics)
CELTIC WOMAN – LET IT SNOW (Lyrics)
DUKE ELLINGTON – SUGAR RUM CHERRY
MEDITATION SINGERS – WHAT THE WORLD WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS
ANN MALONE & SARAH WARWICK – SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR (Lyrics)

Intimate Duality

noreply@blogger.com (Prisma) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:47:00 +0000

Hands on a mirror,
touching my intimate duality,
I seek my salvation into my next intuition.
Silently
I subtly invade your territory,
I lay down inside me,
caressing my own skin
in minutes counting my depression
leaving a breathless steam of emotion.
I shock myself and fade
into a glassy motionless darkness
fingers are flowing along with music
they just say what they want,
I can't control this flood of emotions
I wish I could turn them into my own reckless music.
Lay against the cold glass,
I am making love with myself.
Soul To Soul.
No Fear.
I can't do me no harm.
Not this time.

Soundtrack: Take Me Into Your Skin - Trentemøller