Remember This…

 

think of that:

in a sense I will be speaking again

just to you.

and remember this:

the page you are looking at

now,

I once typed the words

with care

with you in mind

under a yellow light

with the radio

on.

~Charles Bukowski

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Dream…

I'm a dreamer
Dreamer

 

Yes:

I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

~Oscar Wilde

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Fairy Tale?

“I romanticized you so much that your existence became the fairy tale I wanted even when you became the Prince Charming that handed me the apple.”
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Image:  Christie Burns

Order

 Without order nothing can exist – without chaos nothing can evolve. ~Anonymous

 

 Possible Meaning: Existence is orderly because it follows Universal Laws, however, disorder (entropy) increases which leads to evolution…

 

Image: Depicts the aftermath of Armageddon. You can find it and the rest of the series here. 

Sky in my Pie

Waiter!

there’s a sky in my pie,
Remove at once if you please,
You can keep your incredible sunsets
I ordered mincemeat and cheese.
I can’t stand nightingales singing
Or clouds all burnished with gold,
The whispering breeze is disturbing the peas
And making my chips go all cold.
I don’t care if the chef is an artist
Whose canvases hang in the Tate,
I want two veg and puff pastry
Not the universe heaped on my plate.
Ok ill try just a spoonful
I suppose I’ve got nothing to lose.
Mmm the colours quite tickle the palate
With a blend of delicate hues.
The sun has a custardy flavour
And the clouds are as light as air,
The wind with a chewier texture,
With a hint of cinnamon there?
This sky is simply delicious
Why have I not tried it before?
I can chew my way through to eternity
And still have room left for more.
Having acquired a taste for the cosmos
I shall polish this sunset off soon,
I can’t wait to tuck into the night sky,
Waiter please bring me the moon.

By kaili gardner

Peace

Peace is present

right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. Every breathe we take, every step we take, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity. The question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment.

― Thích Nhất HạnhPeace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

Follow You Follow Me

Just the 2 of Us

Stay with me,

My love I hope you’ll always be
Right here by my side if ever I need you
Oh my love

In your arms,
I feel so safe and so secure
Everyday is such a perfect day to spend
Alone with you

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year

With the dark,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away

I can say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand, oh I’m better for the smile you give
And while I live

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year…

Lyrics: Genesis

I wandered lonely as a cloud

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“I wandered lonely

        as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”

― William WordsworthI Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

Lead Me Home

The important thing is not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won’t be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair, remember, it’s only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home.

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Image: pinterest.com 

Lost In Time

I’m so sorry for loving you,

I’m so sorry…

But it was such a wonderful dream,

my love, such a wonderful dream.

― Melissa de la CruzLost in Time

IMAGE: Lost in Time,  George Christakis

A Poor Man’s Poem

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Your memory I can never lose

I’m wishing I were there with you

such beauty as your feet does weave

among the flowers and the weeds

Your flowing hair sweeps out to rest

so softly on your tender breast

with head held high you let it flow

with wandering steps there as you go

My wandering ways have made us part

in prison still you have my heart

oh could the days not linger still

as we held hands among the hills

I shot the man who sought your hand

in jealousy my rage did stand

but for a time I could have stopped

that awful gun I could have dropped

The trial was hell I’d have to say

I still remember it this day

but in my mind I can recall

as we walked hand in hand that fall

Your memory I can never lose

although sometimes it makes me blue

your world and minds now far apart

but you’ll always stay within my heart.

Arlie E Newberry 

IMAGE: A Poor Man’s Memory (by George Christakis).

give chase

virgo and the wolf, by Sebastian Luczywo
virgo and the wolf, by Sebastian Luczywo

When frost bites the moon

as she bathes in the snow And ice freezes the flow from her vein When you long to cry out but fear takes your voice Yet you secretly yearn for the pain.When the wind whispers long and low to the night While caressing the star-silvered coats Of four-footed children who thrill to the chase And the surge of warm blood in their throats.When the song of the pack resounds in the woods
And the notes drip, bright red, with the kill
Then you’ll sink to your knees, exhausted, at last
Feel the beat of your heart slow and-     still.

Written by Mary Ann Love

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