February 2012
54 posts
I’ll miss you; some things are simply best done; but the dream, forever, carries on.
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Beauty
How peaceful, passionate and playful dreams are songs Unraveled at the arms, best pleased in your charms The day of the day is done; When all is wrote out, and the fantasy played through - I’ll miss, I’ll miss, I’ll miss you;
However severed all the rites when spoken Not dark nor viscous tongue, they’re lying, Hah! Joyous bellows, my lungs expended as I shout to Heaven All...
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“The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me,...”
– Johnny Flynn - The water
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Agitato (e sonate)
Punctuation, that brilliant rain, that hail That storm! Pulsing great from the roofs of these great houses Punches the storm! Thunder clouds gather in dawn’s cradle; Absolution, pleasure and hell combined, complacent.
The lover dresses only to the wanton wording Hell, a gush, a torrent of water pulls back the grate Invade the hidden, gentle - rude change of state; Drain’d, draining;...
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That blustering warmth, now a hard ice. Sweet scent vanish into a perennial night.
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Ode to the Rose - Il crepuscolo tra la primavera e...
Wilted flower, parching at the lips - so desiring of a drink The swooning buds that are born in the night, crimson lipped tulips singing And yet, yet: there is he, inside, starved of light and night combined The body crippled for lack of life, yet within! The divine Kernel still reside’.
Night pass, out comes the day Still the sun falls on your face And yet, and yet: the fragile soul last...
So
There’s this photo of me on my wardrobe from about a year and a half ago. I have plenty of old pictures handing around but this one… I dunno, it says a lot to me…
In the picture I have a boyfriend, I have several best friends; I was going through several rough patches (as these things like to accumulate) and I was potently sick of myself.
I lost that boyfriend, I don’t...
It's either denial
Or a very warped version of what’s normal :p
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Mi apologia
Lord of all the bounty, there sits the eager, eager: wanting of a word; Play with pathology, how t’all seems - I am without compass; Harbour, where is kept your history? So I might peruse and dream.
Perchance: what movement caught your eye? Sweet, delicately duplicate I; Stand neither injury or perjury toward my person; let perdition permeate O’er the cracks of the Earth; mighty...
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The market today.
Soliloquy Ah sweet!, no… Sympathetic ear, No: this is too much, that is too dear, Promises: how nothings can be proclaimed With grandeur, so crisp, clear.
Scene 1 Oh friend! Your bread is won; The yeast grows on my flesh, see!? And I would but hurt you dearest friend, But that the wound is dear to me.
No then, off you go! Spend your money where-ever it belongs; I’d return if home if...
Atm
I feel like you need some degree of narcissm, pride, or confidence, within yourself in order to know that what you’re doing is the right thing.
I have full confidence in myself or most things: aspects of love, and many degrees of existential philosophy, are the things I know I don’t have a firm grasp on - there are many things are think are true though, and so firmly I believe this,...
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“Life is what it gives.”
– Rubinstein
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fnkmdh4VC4&feature=related
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I've never really understood writer's block...
I can always write about what I’m feeling… and I’m always feeling something… right?
I guess people have differant processes, and don’t write based on emotions…
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Death of the cloud.
Ah god, I should be elsewhere, ah nightmare; Two songs to sing - too many words with pleasure to prove Like bread, oh swan work your necessary blight - What proof is here is not now,
Desperation, before long I made my own bed; After light, dark hours encompass all neccessary thought - Break my only heart then! Do your work… Your work is done, son: it’s done.
Sleepy town, calling me...
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Kingfisher
Wings a beating, buzzing, breathing - Flight o’ fancy, daring taking - Now forever: beating, racing; Taking that feathered fate, outwith “waiting”;
Call minor deeds, indeed: The seed of life, the trusted insect Who flies courageous as a bejeweled nothing, The Kingfisher! Dives toward and excites the bored…
… still lake, placidity breaks, and life is undertaken Under...
I want to be a servant Not Narcissus imperfect; If all things are reduced I hope they too are soothed.
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Hist'ry
History repeats herself, stuttering all the while “Time, time and time again, By mile by mile by mile If not for fortune, if not for luck If not from dreams or reverie Thy fate, fortune, tested now - But is old, is gone, is late”.
Life extends, my anger quells How little things Seemed so large, so real.
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Nicean garden
If only Reality were lesser Or else time slower; The innocence, that might wither, Could have bloomed:
If only to the grove to revisit… Knowing less now, then I did; How much has the garden improved? Perhaps return me To a lofty Nicean garden Where my enemies desired And all lovers were retiring.
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At the end of the world.
Never underestimate; colourless fade Subtle shade divined; demon expelled - Heart aligned, finally - where now Does the crow crow On the crooked limb of the apocalyse tree Where fore is destruction, before: destiny,
At least hold the letter, Crossed and mangled words on the page Let it settle, or let it send -
As has come an age, Pleasure forsaken, yet a joy rings in his ears A pervasive...
After hours, dark rains collect; all longing collects, a gutter expanded, yet; the water perfected, as cold rain accepts; “I have fallen, only to rise again”.
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Watching rise of the planet of the apes...
Not very good publicity for scientists.
Or the British.
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Amid a morning
That sky perused Whatever cloud above me lies And it speaks morning, And light, in shame, it cries, The morning demanding - “Two lovers, kiss But bid goodbye”
Lovers listless kiss, one arise Like the sun, the moon slumbers amid goodbyes,
(I am moon: a dark, immovable eternity).
The moon says “Sun, as you are moving Think of me, all me on all diurnal duties proceed’ Over...
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Earthly bound
I
Man the child waits for his mother’s return That longing borne in man since birth Ne’er replaced, nor reversed, There’s not for man to do but yearn.
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Contortion.
Aspirational despair, fear defined in a glorious shape But no words, sit there; next to you Glory sit beside fortune, runs astride with patience - What paradoxes to perceive; How lost one can feel - Though delirium settles on a complex mind, Much how black clouds surround a blue sky: Paste despair with all emotions sat waiting For what? For which? I feel lovelessness descend. Fate: if you have...
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How flowers picked on May on a cool day Seem sweeter as the year proceeds and dusks.
How faint the scent, taken from the curled back of the rose How many secrets are safe in the dark of the thorned bushel.
Count aloud, as wayward sheep eat up the thorns Like children the vine adorned.
Now i return to sleep the long sleep The rose cut me, and the body weeps.
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“If you cannot say what you mean, you can never mean what you say.”
– Mr. Johnston, The Last Emperor
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Tristanza discourse.
After the course is done, rerun, Hot breath, hot love - is a song, That lullaby, melodious cry Odious Rhyme and an impervious sky.
Touch! If touch you can Little known by love, yet great in hand So do by hand, with vigour and desperation A coal-like love that fuels your hatred.
How is it all Blue Sky? I raise my arms up But I am greeted with steady downpour - Incidentally, why do you please to...
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Usual
How unfair, this cruel measure seems To move from waking, having lived a dream Now reality a harsh rain has come! The clouds before building ignored by some.
Love, never experienced, never sought In naivety a solicitation found - Yet, I know, love cannot be bought Not for a hurricane do love’s bells chime.
I do not know how I feel: Grievous meaning seems to appeal, Darker sentence beneath...
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O joy, joy. (A dedication)
Cut, you are cut - drained blood Frothed from the wound that heaven placed; Lips, a shear - a sickness taste’ O joy, o joy, you are wasted.
No fire, sweet fire, you quench your redolence Sweet apathy, aspired; overpowering grace, Silver lips, ruinous wasting delicious O joy, joy, sure’ you’d shower me with kisses?
Never mind the rain,...
“Those who are faithful know only the pleasures of love: it is the faithless who...”
– Oscar Wilde, “The Picture of Dorian Gray” (via paintmesecure)
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“In school you don’t get parole, good behaviour only gets you a longer...”
– The History Boys (Alan Bennet)
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Music
Ah! music make a poor man sigh And make him base with platonic sound Until, to him, heaven seem not so high! Lesser life forgot when music found.
And, Music shift the doldrum mood Where loses hope, and all seems broke Not heaven will make life seem good Save music that good from life will coax.
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“[…] and to encourage the discontinuence of professional sports of every...”
– Ashley Montagu
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Eutrapelia
Obstinste child, who wears the Parish’ gown of a vicer Willing mind willingly abadoned, a simply childish feint - Yet to a junvenile thought, full of whimsy, he is not Privy - the adult mind is repressed, or ‘quaint’.
Yet man must learn, as no child could That he unknowingly rushed to the servitude of an uneasy platitude: He evolved from a child, as did Adam from Ape; But must...
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“Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity and truth accomplishes no victories...”
– Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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A good man.
All men have a mind are being corrupted since they first took breath That toxicity breathed, the world’s rotten wound fleshed And it corrupted innocence, whereever man breathes Only he who suffocates denys belief.
In pain and loneliness his life be thrashed And at its end, his weary bones rest and waste - But the soul! Persisted more stubborn than the body did And to that they cannot put...
Soooo
I’ve made a decision. Gone take my tumblr down when I graduate. Just feel like starting afresh you know :)
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“As one proceeds through the gradations of formal education, one dies both...”
– Ashley Montagu in Growing Young
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Life away from the farm. Mania, Il Paradiso
A henhouse forthcoming with want of air A hothouse bed from which purple eyes stare: Tangible mess, brutish beast, liar! Creature! Remove and return… Pleasure! Pleaser!
Not for a love, hah! Not for a love indeed Willful scripture writ’ and but I cannot read - Hence how quickly a bible can be composed Your nose! Ants and ants and ants think...
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Lyric - proverbs.
Welcome to America, Land of the poet, land of the publisher. All hands to the pen and ink and none to the plough.
People without morals usually end up in someone else’s pocket, People with morals usually end up out of every pocket.
I’m afraid what’s right is at every kind of distance To transverse it takes perseverance, and complacence in ignorance.
If he is a great harvest,...
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Never changing.
Right up, next to the sickening Crunch of your doomed trainers. I never cared for a frosty morning, Much less the tall thoughts that accompany a long night Never cared; I never wormed my way into anyone’s thoughts, though Yours, were something else. Beautiful anger Fairly avenging; So distant, to me, from me - Even a frayed picture seems Like some electronic dream. I feel not a memory, no...
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Levels of perception.
Could I place fate at any tomb? Can I place you, too, and let both you and it Lie: my morality and morality, life and death - chaos and destiny together preside?
I had this dream last night
About an ex (yuck).
What annoys me is in the dream we got back together, but then it turned out it wasn’t what I wanted… then I woke up.
What annoys me is that the dream was right - I would regret ever gettin back with him - and yet its been in my head all day.
Damn facebook for letting me encourage my nostalgia.
working like a dog.
When I graduate, I am going to play the most epic game of Romance of the Three Kingdoms there ever was.