Showing posts with label Krzysztof Malinowski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Krzysztof Malinowski. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Like Heartache




Cresting the tidal wave of sunlight
ending in points
of color                      
blue and yellow              
contrasting        
golden filters
reflecting               
yesterday's                      
         butterfly . .
a habit of watching
rewarded . . 

cresting happiness
joy                             
which though
so ephemeral                                 
as effervescent             
as a bubble
a moment where wings                   
lift the spirit
which crumbles                     
so easily crushed        
against the harsh
embrace of                               
planet                   
and universe
with all its glory                        
and beauty

red stones in the road                    
like drops of blood
burnished and turned
dusty                                          
each left                              
like a sign                  
to the wanderer
the harvest is contentment  
fleshy fruits           
hang low
to entice
the hungry soul
like becoming         
fingers
like fish in trees              
like patterns against the blue
like many hued clouds
bursting with dew . ..                 

Like music                   
      in the wind . .
the birds                       
       on the wing
a sky so blue          
a sun so warm . . .
I dream of innocence
for in the end                          

when all the stars           
are gone:
the darkness 
remains . . .





  Krzysztof Malinowski, "Catharsis"

This was just what I wanted to hear . . . Uplifting music, with a clear sound; conducive to smiles and relaxation . . wings that lift me up as I listen . . . a breath of fresh air relieving pent-up pain . . . sorrow and grief flow away into an endless streaming breeze . . . Music has a way of touching the soul's deepest feelings . .. reflecting and inspiring the mind of the heart. This album is a tale . .. a tale of darkness and pain . . . a tale of escape and desire . . . . a tale of death and re-birth . . .








   
   
   
   
   
   



    Lines Build Walls by Ehren Starks

Sunday, May 6, 2012

In Black and White Whispers

Paris .. . Cemetery


http://www.youtube.com/user/ArduinnaMusic/videos

So dreamy and ethereal . . . you can't help but fall in love with the wolves in this black and white video, featuring the music of Arduinna .  .

Taking us back through our haunted history
we look into the deep eyes of the wolf
and follow their journey across the frozen tundra . . .

The music is cool and mesmerizing
with a hidden passion yearning to break free . . .
the song of the wolf shimmers across the white wilderness
of our imagination . .
Follow in the vanishing footprints of the wolf
as he walks with his pack . ..  sifting through the mists
of time . . . and meaning .. .
preparing us to love . . .
compelling us to never forget
the wild
in our heart . . 


"When the Last Wolf Dies" by ArduinnaMusic:







"Catharsis" by Krzysztof Malinowski

This album is so listenable . . . that one could find themselves matching spirits to the music as one goes about their day . . . Electronic and vibrant . . . a gift to the soul . . . a sensitive mood, calming yet poetic . . 


A vision of the night . .. 
deep into the realms of shadow,
we pursue the light
yet hidden from the beast
we tremble in the cold . . .
from one end of our life
to the other . . . we
search
always searching for that other
which somehow meets us in the middle . . 
a faith a love a hope 
we rise to greet peace
on trembling legs . .  and silent voice . .
we heard a song 
that led us here . . .