The call of light
shouts out bright:
"Come my children,
do not dispair;
life will be better
in my golden hair."
The little ones came
and saw it was true,
and so they followed the sun
to begin life anew.
The call of light
shouts out bright:
"Come my children,
do not dispair;
life will be better
in my golden hair."
The little ones came
and saw it was true,
and so they followed the sun
to begin life anew.
"Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers."
-James Joyce
Silently,
silently, not a sound
must they hear of the tears
unbidden, that betray
to the eyes of the world
(unsympathetic)
secret sorrow.
I hide and i bury myself
in silence.
Snow White is doing dishes again, 'cause what else can you do with seven itty bitty men?
fluent oversight
in a sightless realm
where sense is intangible
and the realms are defined
by validated rationalizations
"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
Plastic, pizza
Cardboard, boxes
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
restoring a slight
in a vexatious manner
of wit and good will
"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
I just noticed that some really good verse that's in the blogs should get a wider audience. This one is just
lovely:
http://www.online-literature.com/for...g.php?bt=41678
Death is the inevitable destination
There is no rest, no transition
Time falls upon us like autumn
And we know winter will show no mercy
We walk a path towards that time
When our mouth will no longer close
Breath escaping into nothingness
I should feel sadness and loss
But my emptiness just leaves me numb
In the face of an endless determination.
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
crumbling rod of gaunt
exposure blows ont the mists'
leaky glass gaskets
"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
Nuts
They mock me,
those empty shells
scattered on the ground.
A hundred times
I scanned the trees
all the way from top to down:
nope – nothing growing.
Some shrewd squirrel
has bested me,
who'd hunted by the book.
Rewards don't come
through serendipity,
but merely knowing
where to look.
The clouds parted and the world could see
Far above the earth
With leaves of laurel framing its lea,
The cherished bed of birth
of eternity, running now
to its home in bounding hills.
The glimpse of raptures was ravished over
even as it rose
And life and death greeted one another
Somewhere amidst the throes.
In starry clusters they would fleetly bow
and part by Destiny’s quills.
"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
Sometimes the sky is stretched with possibilities
clouds converge and cast their diverse shade of colour
I am a traveller, this is my time, my trespassing
Upon the landscapes that lie scattered through my past life
They rise like rainclouds from the residue of memory
And transfix me in this topography of thought
Whispers and wafers of this world will rinse
Through my waking hours, with an aching wanderlust for ways
to escape into the endless possibilities of ethereal dream
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
I know is the incorrect answer
to an infinite number of questions
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"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
-anonymous-
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin