And slay that Dragon,
Fafnir, who guards his Gold; bathe
in his Blood and shine!
And slay that Dragon,
Fafnir, who guards his Gold; bathe
in his Blood and shine!
in his blood and shine
he did well to perform
but yet he breathes not
But yet he breathes not,
as his blood spills fluidly
from his major wounds.
From his major wounds
his knees give way, his breath short
his words are his last
To know the future we must first realize the past.
Chris
his words are his last—
and words last beyond those whom
have said them—deathless
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Have said them - deathless,
Eternal, infinite be
Those words, though lifeless.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Very nice atiguhya.
Those words, though lifeless,
Doric enclaves wrought with pen,
shelter emotions.
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and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Shelter emotions
Weathery feelings windswept
Through the comfort zone
Thanks IP.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Through the comfort zone
A cloudless sky looms above
The road unforeseen
The road unforeseen
I crawl beneathe my bed, ha.
to see my doll.
___________________
Uncle Pen: Your picture lookes so... So uncle-y.
to see my doll walk,
I will have portrait painted
by my own Artist...
__________________________________________________ ___________
Thank you...My Artist, Uncle Pen
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
By my own artist
I have been thrown over thorns
No pity He has!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
No pity He has,
that damns flightless birds to walk
wings folded aside.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
wings folded aside
neon glow in nature's robe
tropic spectacle.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
tropic spectacle
though icy eyes behold it
a lukewarm result
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
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