You are, I know you. And Here am I, Who you know well. Again we dwell in form together, And I'm beginning to Remember As I watch you shine, And project your wondrous magic show Upon this place and time. Rumi Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity | |
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Endure...
To live is to endure To be a friend is to endure To have truth is to endure To have trust is to endure To believe is to endure To have faith is to endure To hope is to endure To love is to endure So in order to endure one must have..life,friendship,truth,trust,belief,hope and most of all love ~Steph~~ | |
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~~Mother's Boys~~
Yes, I know there are stains on my carpet, The trace of small muddy boots; And I see your tapestry glowing, All spotless with flowers and fruit. And I know that my walls are disfigured With prints of small fingers and hands; And that your own household most truly In immaculate purity stands. And I know that my parlor is littered With many odd treasures and toys, While your own is in the daintiest order, Unharmed by the presence of boys. And I know that my room is invaded Quite boldly all hours of the day, While you sit in yours unmolested And dream the day away. Yes, I know there are those little bedsides Where I must stand watchful each night, While you may go out in your carriage (told you it was old lol) And flash in your dress so bright. Now,I think I'm a neat little woman; And I like my house in orderly,too; And I'm fond of all the dainty belongings; But I would not change places with you. No! Keep your fair home with it's order, Its freedom from bother and noise; And keep your own fanciful leisure, But give me my dear,splendid boys. ( Anonymous) | |
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Boris Vian - I wouldn't want to die (Je voudrais pas crever)
The black mexican dogs Who sleep without dreaming The butt-naked monkeys Gobbling up tropics The silver spiders in Webs riddled with bubbles I wouldn't want to die Not knowing if the moon Behind its fake nickel look Has a sharper side If the sun is cold If the four seasons Are really only four Not having tried To wear a dress On the boulevards Not having peeped Through a sewer peephole Not having put my dick Inside weirdo corners I wouldn't want to end Without experiencing leprosy Or the seven diseases One catches over there Neither the good nor the bad Would cause me some sorrow If if if I knew that I would get it firsthand And there iz also Everything I know Everything I like That I know that I like The green bottom of the sea Where the seaweeds waltz On the rippled sand The burnt grass in June The crackling earth The smell of conifers And the kisses of the one She's this and she's that The belle here she comes My bearcub, Ursula I wouldn't want to die Before having used up Her mouth with my mouth Her body with my hands The rest with my eyes I say no more one should Remain polite I wouldn't want to fade Without someone inventing Eternal roses The two hour day The sea at the mountain The mountain at the sea The end of pain Newspapers in color All children happy And so many other tricks That sleep inside the brains Of genius engineers Of jovial gardeners Of concerned socialists Of urban urbanists And of thoughtful thinkers So many things to see To see and to hear So much time to wait Searching in the dark And me I see the end It swarms and it comes closer With its ugly face And it opens its arms to me Like a cripplety frog I wouldn't want to die No sir no madam Before having tested The taste which torments me The taste which is the strongest I wouldn't want to die Before having tasted The flavour of death... Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity | |
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