Ballard of the Moon
The moon came to the forge
wearing a bustle of nards.
The boy is looking at her.
The boy is looking hard.
In the troubled air,
the wind moves her arms,
showing lewd and pure,
her hard, tin breasts.
"Run, moon, moon, moon.
If the gypsies came,
they would make...
an illusion to the eye.
Happy, content, this light foreshadowed of only great loneliness upon he who hid his true source of being.
Yielding to the wise who ask of him, but feeling as he had not been one of many, for those who filled the world that caused ruckus and trouble...
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom, out of sight.
He kept a secret no one knew,
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen,
But needed a bandage now and then.
We stood by the river...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are...
Cut from a different cloth.
The one everyone wanted.
Forever dominating my thoughts.
The reason I had to live.
And when we ended I realized that...
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Abstract art: a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
Laying in the dark, he ponders,has life become a bore,for if it so, he longs for moreCradling his niece In his arms,he ponders, is this the only embrace he shall feel,for if it so, this life lacks appeal.Walking the cold streets at night,he ponders, shall he always walk this...
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.C. S. LewisI would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out...
are growing old,
So let us fill our glasses
And toast the Days of Gold;
When finds of wondrous treasure
Set all the South ablaze,
And you and I were faithful mates
All through the roaring days!
By Henry Lawson
It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.
-- Sir Winston Churchill
Do not smoke without asking permission or sit so near (as in a train) that the smoke might annoy...
She Won't Cry
You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness. by William BlakeThe Christian's Bible is a drug store. Its contents remain the same, but the medical practice changes. by Mark TwainChristianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only...
You got multiple innocent and kind people
To fall in love with you
At the same time
Who do you think you are
Using everyone you come in contact with
But it's worse than just that
Not only did you lie about loving all of us
But you also lied about your name
You lied about...
and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every...
Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms lovely as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your smooth voice and leaps at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle’s wing.
I am comforted by your caress that I carry into the twilight...
SolitudeLaugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air.The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care...
I never said I was good at writing them, i'm probably bad at it, nut eh give me a break I wrote it off of 3 hours of sleep in a sort of blah mood.I hurt today, but I can not figure out why.I tried to cry today, but not a single drop fell from my eye.If I was to say that i'm okay...
I carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without it (anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet) i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are...
dreams of today
Our hopes of the future
gives us faith along the way
Love is the river
of this wakened state
Its never out of time
its never too late
It gives us life
as it flows through our lives
It tears through confusion
loneliness and strife
Love cuts a clear...
who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young