into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermillion departure
swim, sayingly;
(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and, ashes)
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
3 Libras
This is one of my favorite songs by A Perfect Circle.... the thing i like about music and rock especially is the fact that you can apply the lyrics to your own life and give them a brand new meaning.
Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million, same:
Difficult enough to feel a little bit
Disappointed, passed over.
When I've looked right through,
To see you naked and oblivious and you don't see me
Well I threw you the obvious,
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel, Eyes of a tragedy
Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, See through it all,
See through, And see you.
So I threw you the obvious
Do you see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Well, oh well..Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.
You don'tYou don'tYou don't see me
You don'tYou don'tYou don't see me
Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million, same:
Difficult enough to feel a little bit
Disappointed, passed over.
When I've looked right through,
To see you naked and oblivious and you don't see me
Well I threw you the obvious,
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel, Eyes of a tragedy
Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, See through it all,
See through, And see you.
So I threw you the obvious
Do you see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Well, oh well..Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.
You don'tYou don'tYou don't see me
You don'tYou don'tYou don't see me
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
William Faulkner
Perhaps they were right in putting love into books... perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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