Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Reality

Reality poisons your soul? .....debate.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Revelations

Maybe that revelation you just had.........Was:

Just personal honesty laid bare?

Just you being honest with yourself?

A stripping of hope from dreams?

A sense of your own personal reality?

A humbling of your own true situation?

Clarity of your true position in the scheme of things?

The realization of the meaningless of reality?

Comprehension of your true worth?

Beware of revelations they empty your soul.




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Monday, July 06, 2009

Mistakes

Some mistakes we pay too much for.
If you knew the cost before the 'event' would you still proceed and pay the 'cost' ?

But remember 'cost' is relative to either the 'event' or the 'person'

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Stone

'Passion petrified like stone,all that remains is a frozen memory of past desires'

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Leonard Cohen 'Avalanche' Lyrics

Avalanche

I stepped into an avalanche,
it covered up my soul
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.


You strike my side by accident
as you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold;
he does not ask for your company,
not at the centre, the centre of the world.


When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.


You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn what makes me kind;
the crumbs of love that you offer me,
they're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.


I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.


Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
don't love me quite so fiercely now
when you know that you are not sure,
it is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.

Taken from the Album 'Songs of Love and Hate' 1971 Leonard Cohen

"They locked up a man
Who wanted to rule the world
The fools
They locked up the wrong man"

Friday, June 27, 2008

The Future..

"Everything comes to he who waits...."

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