All Things Will Die - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
East Coker
I
In my beginning is my end. In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
Bone of man and beast,
LeWitt'ten Hesse'ye
“Dear Eva,
It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO.
YOU IN MY SOUL
when nothing mattered anymore
why was I still so eager to face the sun with my naked body and let it burn my soul?
why was I still dancing with the birds high in the sky?
why was I so in love with all that reminded me of you?
it was scaring me deep inside
and I asked the "love" about you
it kept quite and turned his back on me and run away
then I kept walking till I reached to the thin line that separated two shades of blue
and I waited there for you until the dawn was there
but you were so deep in sleep, for a moment I thought your dead
then you start breathing like a child so soft and sweet
you were smiling in your sleep as if you were in the garden of God in your dream
I watched you for a while
and kept walking again...👣
~depth of imagination
Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in ''the line'' without knowing it.
We never know how many people before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.
So while we wait in the line:
Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make yor gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people ther are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.
Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine
I'm shyly sipping water... while he drinks whole jugs of wine
He likes all kinds of women, and I ... I only hate... men
He marvels at all things new to him...
And I only wait...
For all things in this sick world... to end
I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man
He never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bear
The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread
And if I told him about it
He might only shake his head
With kindly amused, melodious laughter
He then would perhaps merely smile at my ...
Oh, so stupid silliness ...
And the beast that is raging inside