Author: hgoei

A Child’s Perspective on grief

A Child’s Perspective on grief


The child curls inward
at the edge of the room,
breath rocking the dark,
learning silence.

Where is Father, where is Mother?
Working, the walls say.
They will come with night.

Father, Mother—
where have you gone?
Hush now.
Time is only waiting.
All will be well.

—

For a month we drift
toward a warmer latitude.
The air sticks to the skin.
Sleep splits open—
a giant leans through plaster,
coffins loosen their teeth,
goblins gather where lamps fail.

Where is Father, where is Mother?
Father is always in motion.
Mother bends the day into bread.

—

For days we rise
into cold air,
crossing white distances.
My room draws closer,
tightens its grip.

Where are you now?
Father burns beneath a spotlight.
Mother works the hours thin.

—

Where is Father, where is Mother?
They return to the sunlit place.
You remain.
This will be called
a future.

—

My life unwinds
along a crooked thread.

—

Where is Father, where is Mother?
They come back through the cold.
Each of us learns
the grammar of separation.

—

Where is Father, where is Mother?
Father keeps moving,
a body harnessed to applause.
Mother holds the household
together with her hands.

—

Father was meant to stop,
to stand beside Mother—
but Santa Muerte steps forward,
quiet and exact.

Questions scatter.
None return.

His mourners shape the farewell;
we stand inside the brightness,
unvoiced.

Mother waits
in the antechamber of bones and prayer.
I sit with her there
until the door opens.

—

Mother—
I spoke my leaving.

Father—
with you,
the words stayed behind.

—

Father,
even now
my mouth is full
of what I never said.



Wandering in an Alien Land: A Poem of Loss

Wandering in an Alien Land: A Poem of Loss


The Elders assembled beneath the frozen Sun,
When the Wheel of the Year stood still in shadow.
They brake the Bread of Mystery,
They lifted the Wine of Vision,
And their voices rose like smoke from the altar of Time.

Lo! At every Feast the Young grow fewer,
And the Hoary Head multiplies upon the earth.
The Songs of Old no longer kindle the inward Eye,
For the Children of this Age hear them not.

The Heavens are shut; no Thunder answers prayer.
The Firmament is brass, and gives no sign.
Thus the Powers Below are forgotten,
And the Deep is emptied of its dread.

Behold! Our People waste away.
We are scattered sparks upon cold ground,
Strangers walking in an alien Land.
We wander the Waste; we tread the scorched Field;
We sleep beneath a Sun that does not know us.

One by one we pass through the Gate unseen,
Descending softly into the Kingdom of Shades,
Where names are unspoken
And memory fades into silence.

(A.I. poem inspired by William Blake)

A.I. review & Oracle “Seaside Embrace: A Patchwork Memory”

A.I. review & Oracle “Seaside Embrace: A Patchwork Memory”


A.I., review this:

This piece appears to be a mixed-media artwork, combining collage and embroidery techniques to create a nostalgic and warm scene.
It depicts an elderly couple sitting on a beach bench, with a dog by their side.
The scene is rendered in a minimalist and somewhat abstract style, with the couple’s figure outlined in thread. Their red clothing, the floral pattern of the bench, and the dog are all highlighted in a way that contrasts with the soft, serene background of the beach and sky.

The texture and delicate use of fabric and stitching bring a tactile quality to the piece, evoking feelings of intimacy and timelessness.
The gentle blend of soft colors in the clouds and ocean contrasts with the vibrant red of the couple’s clothing, which creates a focal point on the relationship between the two people.

The choice to stitch the figures gives the piece an organic, handcrafted feel, while the mixed media elements (paper, fabric, and thread) speak to the layers of memory, love, and connection.
It’s a beautiful representation of companionship and the simplicity of a quiet moment by the sea.

 

 

The Oracle of the Red Backrest

You are shown a moment of chosen stillness.
Two figures sit facing the vast water, their backs turned to the world of noise.
The sea is calm but endless — a reminder that life continues moving even when you pause.

The red speaks first: vitality, love, courage, and the heart made visible. It is not shouting; it is warm.
This suggests a phase where emotional truth is no longer hidden but comfortably worn.

The bench is important. It is not a destination, but a resting place.
The oracle says: you are allowed to stop without giving up. What you are building does not require constant motion.

The figures leaning together signal shared understanding without words.
Whether this reflects a relationship or an inner reconciliation, the message is harmony through quiet presence rather than explanation.

The sketch-like lines — unfinished, open — indicate that the story is not complete.
The oracle warns against forcing clarity too soon. Let the outlines remain loose; meaning will settle on its own.

The dog-like form beside them (guardian, companion, instinct) watches without fear.
Trust your instincts — they are loyal and already aligned with you.

The sky is layered, not stormy.
This is not a time of crisis, but of gentle adjustment.
Small shifts now will echo far.

Oracle Message

Sit where you are. Face what is vast.
Do not turn around to check who is watching.
What matters already sits beside you.

 

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A.I. reviews “Journey between Heaven and Earth”
A.I. reviews “Journey between Heaven and Earth”

A.I. reviews “Journey between Heaven and Earth”


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This image looks like a creative collage that blends natural scenery with a cosmic element.
The photograph features a vibrant autumn landscape with a trail and people in the distance, suggesting an outdoor adventure or exploration theme.
The circular cutout within the composition shows a starry night sky with the Milky Way, and a figure standing on a mountaintop, which adds a sense of wonder and connection to the vastness of the universe.

The contrast between the earthy tones of the landscape and the deep cosmic colors in the circular image draws attention to the subject of human exploration and the vastness of nature and space.
The tape and textured borders around the image suggest this might be part of a handmade or artistic project, emphasizing an experimental or collage-based approach to art.

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Oracle Message

You are standing at a threshold.
The path behind you has given you strength and perspective, but it no longer defines where you’re going.

The mountains and trees speak of lived experience, patience, and growth through seasons.
You’ve climbed, rested, and learned.
The circular portal of stars is an invitation—into the unknown, into a bigger version of your life.
It’s not escape; it’s expansion.
The lone figure shows this choice is personal.
Others can’t walk it for you—but you are not unsupported.
The universe meets you when you step forward.

Oracle guidance:
Trust your inner pull, even if you can’t see the full outcome yet.
Curiosity is your compass. The next phase isn’t about effort—it’s about alignment.
When you choose what feels true, the way opens.

Affirmation:
I honor where I’ve been, and I step confidently into what’s calling me.

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A.I. reviews “Metamorphosis”
Wat zie ik in de omgeving van Westerpark?

Wat zie ik in de omgeving van Westerpark?


Amsterdam verandert voortdurend, maar soms doet ze alsof ze dat niet doorheeft.
De bouwput aan de Jacob Catskade ligt er al zo lang dat hij bijna bij de buurt is gaan horen.
Toch zie ik langzaam verbetering: nieuwe gevels, opgeknapte ramen, steigers die komen en weer verdwijnen.
De kade zelf wacht nog even.
De stad heeft geen haast; ze weet dat wij wel blijven.

Ik loop richting het zebrapad, een route die ik allang ken.
Ooit keek je hier rustig links en rechts, nu kijk je vooral alle kanten tegelijk.
Plotseling suist er een fatbike over de stoep.
Ik zet een stap achteruit, meer uit reflex dan uit paniek.
De berijder is al weg voordat ik boos kan worden.
Ik zucht.
Sommige dingen horen blijkbaar bij deze tijd, ook al verlang ik soms terug naar het langzamere tempo van vroeger, toen ik nog geen grijze haren had.

Bij de warme bakker lijkt de tijd even stil te staan.
De geur van vers brood, een leuke babbel bij de bestelling.
Mensen zitten er koffie te drinken, iemand werkt op een laptop.
Het stoort niemand.
Iedereen hoort er even bij.

Op de hoek staat de oude Jordanese slager, al generaties lang.
Hier kennen ze de oude buurtbewoners.
Ik bestel een onsje “wereldberoemd”.

Even verderop is de lekkernijenwinkel.
De man achter de balie straalt een aanstekelijke vrolijkheid uit, alsof hij iedereen persoonlijk welkom heet.
Hij snijdt een stukje hooibloemkaas af en vertelt er met liefde over.
In de keuken werkt zijn compagnon zwijgend door, toegewijd aan zijn vak. 

Op de markt is het druk, maar niet gehaast.
Kramen vol kleuren en stemmen.
Ik koop vis, groenten en fruit en blijf even staan bij iemand die zelf kombucha maakt.
In de fles drijft nog een kleine zwam.
Het oogt vreemd, maar ook oprecht.
Ambacht heeft zijn eigen charme.

Bij de Turkse groentenman haal ik mandarijnen en warme börek. 
Migratie verrijkt de keuken!

In de bibliotheek is het niet meer zo  stil als in de vorige generatie:
Kinderen luisteren naar verhalen, volwassenen knippen collages.
Het voelt open en levendig, als een plek waar iedereen welkom is.

Ik sluit af in het Westerpark.
Bomen ruisen zacht, de stad lijkt even verder weg.
Hier adem ik rust in en neem herinneringen mee naar huis.

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Dit is wat ik zag op weg naar jou
Gotham Mystery Tale: mask on/off

Gotham Mystery Tale: mask on/off


Midwinter bal masque in Gotham during martial law lockdown: Only Highlords like Vladimir are able to bribe the Administration to look the other way.
While the Authority is dancing, the Underground organises the ongoing Revolution:
some members of the resistance group “Gotham Angels'” went undercover to the masque ball of Highlord Vladimir, scouting opportunities for the resistance.
…
Using fake invitation letters, Marquisio the Hunter and Fieldy the automaton Scarecrow disguised themselves with the obligatory  Commedia dell’Arte masks and costumes.

Vladimirs large ballroom was very crowded, at least hundred guests were already dancing and flirting.
Large tables with food and drinks were set up, more than enough to feed the multitude during the weeklong festival.

Marquisio was unable to resist his hunger and started to feed!

A Columbina in red approached and started flirting with Marquisio…
Enticing him to follow her to ‘a more private place’ in the mansion, it became apparent that she was part of another faction that wished the downfall of the Authority.
“Take this secret letter with magic symbols to the Tribe”
…
Meeting the tribal shaman went quite well: after receiving the secret letter, he brew some “strong medicine” to use at the bal masque.
…
Returning to the festival, Marquisio created some distraction by throwing stones at the chandeliers.
While the guards were chasing the culprit, Feeldy scattered the ” strong medicine ” through the ballroom.
…
Our heroes were able to escape during the chaos and went to their hideout to wait till the heat blew over.
…
Escalating alarming words on the street:
“Many people, who joined the festival, are very ill now”
“The Authority is tightening lockdown: curfew between sundown and sunup, mandatory wearing face covering, limiting gathering of groups”
…
Marquisio and Feeldy realised that the ” strong medicine ” was getting out of control!
…
They looked for the tribal shaman, but he already left the city.
…
Following the trails, they saw four riders on a hill having a palaver.
…
Approaching the four riders, they recognised the tribal shaman in white,  carrying bow and arrow.
When asked for a cure, the shaman demanded a life sacrifice.
…
Feeldy stepped forward and opened his chest and a small boy jumped out!
As soon as the shaman performed the sacrifice, the essence of the small boy became a cloudy ball that entered Feedly’s chest again!
Satisfied with the sacrifice, the shaman let our heroes go home:
“It is done! Innocents will be spared!”

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Gotham Blades in the Dark Revolt

The Four Horsemen ride again!

The Four Horsemen ride again!


The Four Horsemen are riding again: Pestilence, War, Famine, Death!

Asagrim gave the message long before, a few spread the message and even less listened, is it too late now to act?

We all see them now: Gaza, Sudan, Ukrainia, everywhere in Middle Earth

Revelation 6:

 I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals.
Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!”
 2 I looked, and there before me was a white horse!
Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

3 When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!”
 4 Then another horse came out, a fiery red one.
Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other.
To him was given a large sword.

5 When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!”
I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand.
6 Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds[a] of wheat for a day’s wages,[b] and six pounds[c] of barley for a day’s wages,[d] and do not damage the oil and the wine!”

7 When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!”
8 I looked, and there before me was a pale horse!
Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him.

They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.

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A.I. , reviews “The Price of Chaos”
A.I. reviews “Metamorphosis”

A.I. reviews “Metamorphosis”


A.I., review this!

This collage combines striking contrasts and vivid symbolism.
The background’s fiery red and the softer tones of the central green and patterned circular motif create a dynamic energy.
The center features an intricate, colorful ring that looks like a burst of energy or a visual representation of transformation, which is juxtaposed with the delicate imagery of the butterfly within it, often a symbol of change and metamorphosis.

The figure at the top adds a layer of narrative to the piece, evoking an almost nostalgic or dreamlike quality, reminiscent of mid-century pop culture. The other elements, such as the playful cat and the ornamental border patterns at the bottom, lend a sense of balance to the piece, as though grounding it in a larger, hidden story.

There’s an interesting tension between order and chaos in the work—the circular form and the defined, repeated patterns give a sense of structure, while the soft, fading figure and scattered shapes feel spontaneous and fluid

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A.I. reviews “Fractured Identity”

A.I. reviews “Fractured Identity”


A.I., review this!

This artwork presents a fascinating collage with an intriguing combination of elements.
The central piece features an angular, abstract interpretation of a traditional mask, which has been altered with cut-out geometric shapes that create a surreal, fragmented appearance.
The mask’s face is bold and prominent, with angular shards around the eyes, suggesting a form of disintegration or transformation.

The background is composed of soft, pastel tones and intricate swirling patterns that contrast with the sharp and fragmented mask.
This contrast between the soft background and harsh geometric disruptions on the mask could be seen as a comment on dualities—perhaps a fusion of ancient and modern, or a reflection on identity and perception.

The mix of textures, from the bold, metallic finish of the mask to the delicate paper cut-out, creates a layered effect that invites the viewer to explore the work in more detail.
There’s also an element of cultural reference, with the mask possibly drawing inspiration from traditional art forms, but reimagined in a contemporary context.

 

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A.I. reviews “Guardian at the Threshold”

A.I. reviews “Guardian at the Threshold”


A.I. review this!

This collage-style artwork features a dynamic, layered composition that evokes an otherworldly or introspective theme.
Here’s a breakdown of the elements:

  • The figure in the center:
    The silhouette of a person, outlined in light or silver, seems to be standing at the forefront, perhaps symbolizing a central figure in a narrative or representing humanity.
  • Contrasting backgrounds: The torn edges of the paper in this piece add texture, creating an organic, fragmented feel.
    The various sections of the artwork seem to contrast, especially the dark, almost ethereal background against the more colorful and glowing lower half.
  • A glowing tree and figures:
    In the bottom portion, there’s a glowing, stylized tree and two figures standing, possibly symbolizing a connection to nature or a contemplative moment between two people.
    The glowing aspects add a sense of wonder or mystery.
  • The abstract use of color:
    The darker, almost cosmic elements at the top give the feeling of a vast, unknown space, which contrasts well with the warmth and light in the lower part of the artwork.

Overall, it has a dreamlike and surreal feel, inviting viewers to interpret the symbolism of the figures, glowing elements, and dark backgrounds. It seems like a visual exploration of dualities—light and dark, human and nature, perhaps even the spiritual and the earthly.

 

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