Monday, August 31, 2009
What does it mean to be patient?To wait in the wings with this presenceTo humble self to the truthAnd politely ignore all that youre told to do.To be your best beyond limits while society limits reality.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead And the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds The children meet with shouts and dances.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky,Ships are wrecked in the trackless water,Death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is theGreat meeting of children.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Shades of green and brown everywhere Silence, no birds, something is coming A twig breaks, its close, or was that me A bead of sweat falls from my chin
Thursday, August 20, 2009
But it was Caliban telling Prospero that he resented the fact that he was an educated beast. He would have preferred ignorance, and it was painful to posess knowledge.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Impeccable peccadillo You are off your guard Pussy will calls there by the church "don't go in if you are abnormally attracted to sin" Abnormally attracted to sin She may be dead to you But her hips sway a natural kind of faith That could give your lost heart A warm chapel You'll sleep in her bell tower And you will simply wake Abnormally attracted to sin Abnormally attracted to sin Impeccable peccadillo I know who you are Tales of longing sway Lost without a verse Hymns of swing lay low there by the church "don't go in if you are abnormally attracted to sin' ( Tori Amos)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune--without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chillest land,And on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
If only I could win this fight If only I could win your right Because your my escape
Your my door to another world The portal to my hopes and dreams With you I am only free
Monday, August 10, 2009
For more than a thousand years sad OpheliaHas passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.For more than a thousand years her sweet madnessHas murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I have read about grief as though it were a parade we could watch from the sidewalk: Anger marching just ahead of the veterans in their smartly pressed uniforms but several blocks behind the brass band of Denial--while Acceptance, the grand marshal of it all, brings up the rear in a Cadillac like the exclamation point at the end of a run-on sentence; though grief to you seems more
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Fanfare for The Common Man
Written by aaron coplandLead vocals by james youngAnother new day takes up on youA fanfare wakes the landThe naked lives just a shining downAt the dawn of the common manOutside in the madding crowdHe laughs along the wayTraffic city, what a pityIt doesn’t have a word to sayTroubled people, billions of peopleThey can’t seem to understandThe ringing ears are unable to hearThe sounds of the natural plan