Saturday, January 21, 2006
Gloom
Do not feel me.
You will find nothing in there.
I am vaccuum.
Do not come near me.
You will be sucked up inside.
I am dark.
Do not look for me.
You will lose all your light.
I am sorrow.
Do not reach out to me.
You will end up in a cry.
I am death.
Do not seek me.
You will not come out alive.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
still thirsty
Sweet The Raindrops that fall on my face. Salt The Tears that dampen my cheek. Bitter The Wine I just drank to your name. Sour The Acid in your words I feel. .......And here I am Still Thirsty. |
Monday, January 09, 2006
Night Talk
Endless is the starry sky Little twinkles that catch the eye Open my palms and wish a few May rekindle my hopes anew Before its too late for they may die. ------------------------------------ I wait for you as the sun goes down To hold my hand and lead me on Before the night wraps us in its cover With serenity like the quite lover To the land of dreams, over and beyond. |
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Far From Today
DreamCatcher , catch my dreams
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Monday, January 02, 2006
Thought Process
-Wuthering Heights (1939)
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
-Buddha
"...but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.
The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience."
- Atticus Finch (in "To Kill A Mocking Bird")
My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
- Charles Schulz
That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another.... (Charlie Brown)
- Charles Schulz
Your cracked country lips,
I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of your skin
But it grieves my heart love,
To see you trying to be a part of
A world that just don’t exist.
It’s all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feeling like this.
- bob dylan
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithfull
Yet she’s true like ice like fire
People carry roses and make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her at all,
-‘Love minus zero’ (1965).