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Reply #30 posted 10/01/04 2:33pm

MarySharon

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Here you are.
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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Reply #31 posted 10/01/04 3:49pm

HollowellSA

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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Reply #32 posted 10/01/04 3:52pm

HollowellSA

~~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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Reply #33 posted 10/01/04 4:37pm

MarySharon

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Boris Vian - I wouldn't want to die (Je voudrais pas crever)


Before having known
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...




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