gleitzeit NYC 2014
groovy stars
CHAINS OF DEVOTION
Mozart and Jaisini
Brigitte Arlette
August 10, 2014
As I watch over you
parading once again an act
meant to inflate each of your words
i am left with no choice.
but to let the false praises
fly gently in the summer breeze
With the sting of the voodoo needle
I burst open the sorry balloons.
From the wrecks in the air
a healing storm of musical notes
releases, in my heart , Mozart
and Jaisini
from the chains of passion
and devotion..
and so I know that our song
shall be sung for all
and it will be heard by all.
Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-2000
Paul Jaisini - CHAINS OF DEVOTION
CHAINS OF DEVOTION - Mozart and Jaisini
on jaisini.silvrback.com
gleitzeitjaisini:
A quest into Paul Jaisini‘s and Mozart’s legacy.Both Mozart and Jaisini were born a child prodigy. Mozart was thrown in an unmarked grave, his soul wanders into Eternity. Jaisini destroyed his paintings, his soul is restless in his living body reincarnation of Mozart. The Drums is to me a major factor in understanding the eternal value of Mozart’s Jaisini Art. Jaisini sings the invisible song.
The hands of the day are nailed on my door
The full moon impaled on the fairy stick
the magic potion I stirred
with the spoon of devotion
in a chalice of sins
The panther of the night jumps through the sun
retracing one last line of life
A clenched fist over a satin hand
captures the last…
I am up at 5am, and I still like what I read.
12/15/99 Are you still interested in my comments? For this type of analysis, I use my emotional intelligence. I already have the lines of my answer to send to you within 48 hours.
12/15/99 I am up at 5am, and I still like what I read. Wait until I contact you from my fortress. Who trespass looses the illusion of reality. Let me read at my leisure.
Subj.: Re: Drunken Santa (oil painting by Jaisini) 12/15/99
It’s 4.25 am in the morning I’ll be working through the night. I am French, but my company is in the Arabian Gulf. Internet connects through a Proxy [the Great Censor]. I write besides being a human, an islander/or highlander. I hate…
As for writing, I do my own autodafe.
In the Museum, the curator of the museum shed tears over the vanished marble lady. Do you feel like someone who peeps? Are you afraid to get caught up into your own mind games? Is that all you wanted? I am kind, because I am in pain with a deep wound. I do not even know how it came, whether it will ever heal. The only true intellectual game, the only book I read is The Glass Bead Game Master -Herman Hesse. As for writing, I do my own autodafe. I am only an illusion.
They can only be voyeurs.
The others drank at oasis, which keeps disappearing. They can only be voyeurs. For Pavlov, the chains are not necessary. Once when the marble lady went away on warring mission, he cried for her a slave accepting his fate – the basis of our society, the enslavement of the body to achieve bondage of mind and souls. I have closed my eyes not understanding the heartbeats, words seems so out of context.
Subj: Re: Sinphony You have some character.
You are unpredictable, but I do like you. I have broken down the concepts of nationality, religion, wealth, education. I said I was un-learning. You are in one of your cruel moods. It does not matter to know exactly who you are. I like you that is…You have some character.
EYKG writes to BAR
I wish I could relieve you from your emotional problems but I am not a psychologist perhaps an amateur. It seems that you are experiencing financial difficulties as my theory is that all emotional problems are explained by the lack of money. If you were wealthier you could buy yourself any male toy you need as often as you need. At the same time you have potential for greatness, which may be unrealized due to laziness and life by the rule of habit. Yustas
Love is one, life is one
6/15/00 Love is one, life is one, and death is one. You dilute (repeat) any of those, and you are lost in a meaningless circle. You cannot love twice, live twice you cannot die twice. The true artist knows that he surrenders his mortal life to eternity when he tumbles on a truth.
Is your style good?
Subj: Re: Sinphony 6/16/00 Is your style good? I would like to know it from the master himself. Or are we talking about Jaisini’s style. Please tell Jaisini, that I think if he continues like that, he will live long and happily but the essence shall remain elusive.
The artist is no God
6/15/00 The artist is no God to claim for a form of eternity he can have. You are an old soul.
11/4/00 I am not interested to read comments I made last year. The probability that Nancy is seen as being me is very high, it may sound preposterous to you, but her name should actually be Anataali. I am a bit tired, they are still fighting over my poem. Your site is very good,and after all I…
Nancy from the Interview – B The probability that Nancy is seen as being me is very high
Subj: Re: You are contacted because your comments were 11/3/00
I went through your site for the best parts, which are your essays and the interview. And it is great. Believe it or not, the censor of the American Freedom of Expression has cut my poem out on a poetry forum. Perhaps I should marry…
why you chose to use children’s writings
The soul cannot be human, it is beyond of what we try to catch. I love you because you are telling words of a passionate man “what I am worth”? Does it matter? You reply only to those you think will put a value to your worth. I talk to the ones who challenge my heart and intellect. What a…
Are you afraid to get caught up into your own mind games?
The hands of the day are nailed on my door
The full moon impaled on the fairy stick
the magic potion I stirred
with the spoon of devotion
in a chalice of sins
The panther of the night jumps through the sun
retracing one last line of life
A clenched fist over a satin hand
captures the last…
counting Paul Jaisini’s souls
Your eyes fill the void
Your eyes fill the void
Of my heart
With burning embers
Your eyes empty the shame
Of my soul
With dew tears
Your eyes are mine
To eternity.
I hope you feel challenged. There is no safe ground in my world. From the top of the mountain, I will take you to the abyss or the roller coaster. We shall do adult things on the Internet, but not the kind I booby-trapped you with. Something meaningful and meaningless at the same…
Show me the blue to know can we fuse
groovy stars
CHAINS OF DEVOTION
Mozart and Jaisini
Brigitte Arlette
August 10, 2014
As I watch over you
parading once again an act
meant to inflate each of your words
i am left with no choice.
but to let the false praises
fly gently in the summer breeze
With the sting of the voodoo needle
I burst open the sorry balloons.
From the wrecks in the air
a healing storm of musical notes
releases, in my heart , Mozart
and Jaisini
from the chains of passion
and devotion..
and so I know that our song
shall be sung for all
and it will be heard by all.
Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-2000
Paul Jaisini - CHAINS OF DEVOTION
CHAINS OF DEVOTION - Mozart and Jaisini
on jaisini.silvrback.com
gleitzeitjaisini:
A quest into Paul Jaisini‘s and Mozart’s legacy.Both Mozart and Jaisini were born a child prodigy. Mozart was thrown in an unmarked grave, his soul wanders into Eternity. Jaisini destroyed his paintings, his soul is restless in his living body reincarnation of Mozart. The Drums is to me a major factor in understanding the eternal value of Mozart’s Jaisini Art. Jaisini sings the invisible song.
The hands of the day are nailed on my door
The full moon impaled on the fairy stick
the magic potion I stirred
with the spoon of devotion
in a chalice of sins
The panther of the night jumps through the sun
retracing one last line of life
A clenched fist over a satin hand
captures the last…
I am up at 5am, and I still like what I read.
12/15/99 Are you still interested in my comments? For this type of analysis, I use my emotional intelligence. I already have the lines of my answer to send to you within 48 hours.
12/15/99 I am up at 5am, and I still like what I read. Wait until I contact you from my fortress. Who trespass looses the illusion of reality. Let me read at my leisure.
Subj.: Re: Drunken Santa (oil painting by Jaisini) 12/15/99
It’s 4.25 am in the morning I’ll be working through the night. I am French, but my company is in the Arabian Gulf. Internet connects through a Proxy [the Great Censor]. I write besides being a human, an islander/or highlander. I hate…
As for writing, I do my own autodafe.
In the Museum, the curator of the museum shed tears over the vanished marble lady. Do you feel like someone who peeps? Are you afraid to get caught up into your own mind games? Is that all you wanted? I am kind, because I am in pain with a deep wound. I do not even know how it came, whether it will ever heal. The only true intellectual game, the only book I read is The Glass Bead Game Master -Herman Hesse. As for writing, I do my own autodafe. I am only an illusion.
They can only be voyeurs.
The others drank at oasis, which keeps disappearing. They can only be voyeurs. For Pavlov, the chains are not necessary. Once when the marble lady went away on warring mission, he cried for her a slave accepting his fate – the basis of our society, the enslavement of the body to achieve bondage of mind and souls. I have closed my eyes not understanding the heartbeats, words seems so out of context.
Subj: Re: Sinphony You have some character.
You are unpredictable, but I do like you. I have broken down the concepts of nationality, religion, wealth, education. I said I was un-learning. You are in one of your cruel moods. It does not matter to know exactly who you are. I like you that is…You have some character.
EYKG writes to BAR
I wish I could relieve you from your emotional problems but I am not a psychologist perhaps an amateur. It seems that you are experiencing financial difficulties as my theory is that all emotional problems are explained by the lack of money. If you were wealthier you could buy yourself any male toy you need as often as you need. At the same time you have potential for greatness, which may be unrealized due to laziness and life by the rule of habit. Yustas
Love is one, life is one
6/15/00 Love is one, life is one, and death is one. You dilute (repeat) any of those, and you are lost in a meaningless circle. You cannot love twice, live twice you cannot die twice. The true artist knows that he surrenders his mortal life to eternity when he tumbles on a truth.
Is your style good?
Subj: Re: Sinphony 6/16/00 Is your style good? I would like to know it from the master himself. Or are we talking about Jaisini’s style. Please tell Jaisini, that I think if he continues like that, he will live long and happily but the essence shall remain elusive.
The artist is no God
6/15/00 The artist is no God to claim for a form of eternity he can have. You are an old soul.
11/4/00 I am not interested to read comments I made last year. The probability that Nancy is seen as being me is very high, it may sound preposterous to you, but her name should actually be Anataali. I am a bit tired, they are still fighting over my poem. Your site is very good,and after all I…
Nancy from the Interview – B The probability that Nancy is seen as being me is very high
Subj: Re: You are contacted because your comments were 11/3/00
I went through your site for the best parts, which are your essays and the interview. And it is great. Believe it or not, the censor of the American Freedom of Expression has cut my poem out on a poetry forum. Perhaps I should marry…
why you chose to use children’s writings
The soul cannot be human, it is beyond of what we try to catch. I love you because you are telling words of a passionate man “what I am worth”? Does it matter? You reply only to those you think will put a value to your worth. I talk to the ones who challenge my heart and intellect. What a…
Are you afraid to get caught up into your own mind games?
The hands of the day are nailed on my door
The full moon impaled on the fairy stick
the magic potion I stirred
with the spoon of devotion
in a chalice of sins
The panther of the night jumps through the sun
retracing one last line of life
A clenched fist over a satin hand
captures the last…
counting Paul Jaisini’s souls
Your eyes fill the void
Your eyes fill the void
Of my heart
With burning embers
Your eyes empty the shame
Of my soul
With dew tears
Your eyes are mine
To eternity.
I hope you feel challenged. There is no safe ground in my world. From the top of the mountain, I will take you to the abyss or the roller coaster. We shall do adult things on the Internet, but not the kind I booby-trapped you with. Something meaningful and meaningless at the same…
Show me the blue to know can we fuse