moonlight
whispers to the
night, "I disappear. Come,
hold my hand, bring not cold, but
comfort."
moonlight
whispers to the
night, "I disappear. Come,
hold my hand, bring not cold, but
comfort."
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
comfort
in the silken
links that brush both our rude
whispers and our murmuring doused
sixth sense
"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
sixth sense;
a leaf curling
in the presence of death.
A touch of breath in the darkness,
warming.
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warming
to the gentle
touch of lapping years, gone,
with a diminishing sleight of
kind hand
"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
kind hand
staunch the wounds
caused by mere daily life;
the act of rising alone brings
forth tears
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
forth tears
springing on her
face when she heard the news
the expected declaration of
her loss
"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
her loss
with crazy eyes
stares at the floor. No more
singing, smiling, laughing, dancing:
empty
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empty
your sorrows here
give it all your worries
this is no coward's heart, my dear,
It's me!
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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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It's me
haunting your dreams
One day, we'll meet somewhere
and you'll know that it's me you can
picture.
"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
picture
imprinted on
the wall of my heart shows
my beloved when I look down
at times!
===============
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.
-(:===============
at times
waxing gibbous,
she shouts with pregnant shine
Orion stands guard, awaits the
Sisters
"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."
Sisters
in Pleiades
contemplate the lucent
rationale of fleet feminine
matter
"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
Exquisite!Originally Posted by alakungfu
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matter
please forgive us
our wayward processes
we too are balanced on fragments
of light
Thank you fire-fangled
of light
I have no proof
only demonstration
of an intrinsic used nature
drawn wright
"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
life sucks
I must confess
so if you agree too
join my life sucks compaign with me
so start
Cat
Cat Brenners
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