Against Autumn skies
The colour of pain blends with
Tears that fall like leaves
Against Autumn skies
The colour of pain blends with
Tears that fall like leaves
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
Against autumn skies
Oak leaves blaze orange and yellow
Vivid foliage
Two great haiku came up at the same time, so I shall respond to both (sorry, I just could not resist):
Tears that fall like leavesOriginally Posted by atiguhya padma
hot, salty, undiluted
till my heart is purged
Vivid foliage
springs up from ancient snowfields
I feel Spring's embrace
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
I'll try out both then!
Till my heart is purged,
deliverance from the vile
world, is not to be.
And...
I feel Spring's embrace;
running from this fragrant-fresh
world, is not to be.
Last edited by symphony; 05-29-2007 at 02:06 AM.
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
world is not to be
eaten, but lived in. Instead
I'm going to eat pets
I’m going to eat
Pets that I have raised from babes
That’s life on a farm
That’s life on a farm,
Early to rise, early sleep--
A Country Boy, yes...
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...
A country boy, yes
Torn from his home on the farm
City life awaits
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
City life awaits
Traffic, noise, crowded subways
Hectic fast paced world
(i'm no lover of the city)
Hectic fast paced world
Full of opportunity;
I smell the roses.
I smell the roses
Filling the air with sweet scent
Decieved by the thorns
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
cecieved by the thorns
I dared not touch the flower
my fear was my loss
My fear was my loss,
My hope in life is my gain;
May all be well now!
maybe all will be well now
because I have shared with you
my deepest secrets
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