Whacking dissidents,
The Power grew, haling the proles to
Strive for naught.
<< i'm not sure about the "to" in the 2nd line>>
Whacking dissidents,
The Power grew, haling the proles to
Strive for naught.
<< i'm not sure about the "to" in the 2nd line>>
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
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...
never miss target
always madam ballista
silenced with a kiss
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Silenced with a kiss
Whelmed by a touch
Embraced by a feeling obscure.
'embraced by' or 'embraced with'?![]()
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
a fresh beginning
deodorized sanitary
binned plastic wrapper
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Binned plastic wrapper
sustenance from yesterday
delightful fruit drinks...
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Delightful fruit drinks
Shimmering in the sunlight,
Drawing pleasant thoughts.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
drawing pleasant thoughts
moonlight upon my paper
shows everything white
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Shows everything white
The mountain covered in snow
A glorious scene
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
a glorious scene
children playing in my fields
among wild flowers
Among wild flowers
A flower grew out of the blue
Which reshaped the world!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Which reshaped the world,
sadly in need of repairs--
what hath man tainted?
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...
What hath man tainted?
Angles' wings spotted with black
Charcoal grey feathers
Last edited by _JadeRain_; 05-30-2007 at 03:53 PM.
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
Charcoal grey feathers
Wings aggressively beating
Against autumn skies
I try and just kick it but what can I do.
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
-Steven Slater, Spring Awakening