for lovers of night
the bugles play, for strangers
there's only silence...
for lovers of night
the bugles play, for strangers
there's only silence...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
there's only silence
I cannot hear your sweet words
let them sound with love
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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let them sound with love.
the songs and prayers dont live,
my careless lisps do.
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
my careless lisps do
little to seduce the rasps
escaping your lips
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
escaping your lips
the songs i never sang, nor
have you to this day...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
my careless lisps do
not thwart the love's language
keep on loving dear
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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have you to this dayOriginally Posted by symphony
sung me any song of love?
then why were you born?
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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have you to this day
that jazzy polyester scarf,
a past burthday gift?
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
then why were you born
if not to faze the merits
of the sumptious
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
of the sumptuous
gold laces, the one that blinks
to me was aunt belle's
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
To me was Aunt Belle's
Antique stamp collection left
Old philatalist
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
Old philatelist
carefully soaking his stamps
travelling the world
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
traveling the world
Hoping for what is precious
Wisdom escapes me
Wisdom escapes me
to recesses of playgrounds
and blacktop sneakers
and blacktop sneakers,
all this through the white vortex
smiles, and jeans with holes
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