Sky empty of stars
Curtains of sickly smog drape
The last hope of land
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
The heart, free of love,
Is the wisest being of all.
But who lives loveless?
"The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one"- Julius Caesar, Shakespeare
"You always feel biologically trapped"- Lieutenant Frederic Henry, A Farewell to Arms, Hemingway
"A woman is like a beer. They look good, they smell good, and you'd walk over your own mother just to get one."- Homer Simpson
But who lives loveless?
Cold waves eat away footsteps
alone on the sand.
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Alone on the sand
crustacean awaits the tide
to carry him home
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
to carry him home,
sing low; the voices unite
like one voice, as one.
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Like one voice, as one
nuptials stand at an altar
and whisper their vows
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
and whisper their vows
forever promises made
"'til death do us part"
"Life is a long lesson in humility." - James M. Barrie
"'Til death do us part"
So sowed we seeds of cherished
Vernal ravages.
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"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
O schaurig ists übers Moor zu gehn,
wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche.
Annette von Droste-Hülshoff (1797 - 1843) (see avatar) Der Knabe im Moor/The Lad in the Moor
As Summer draws near
I think back on my school days
Summer meant more then
Summer meant more then
Only to lazy people
I still like to sprint
I think if you make a signature, you should inspire some emotion in someone else. I also think it would be pretentious for me to think I could do that.
i still like to sprint
and the rush of endorphins
free for a moment
"Life is a long lesson in humility." - James M. Barrie
free for a moment
gardens speak of this, listen,
it all ends the same
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
it all ends the same,
existence imprinted on
specks from which sprout trees
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman