Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little
Teardrop, Massive Attack
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little
Teardrop, Massive Attack
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
What is it considered here . . .
When one appears at peace
Happy in the company of their peers
But can't yet escape the nightmares
That haunt every night alive
Living with the boiling hot water
In constant suppressed sorrow
It's like the surface of the earth that trembles
For underneath flows magma
Occasionally it caves in, sometimes out
Sometimes in spurts sometimes in shouts
Let's not settle on grounds that bubble and quake
But let us gather on sturdy solid soil
To plant a family of trees
Make friends, start a forest
Deceive only those that try to buy and sell
So that they don't trap you in their home-grown hell
one part of a poem by robert shropshire
When one appears at peace
Happy in the company of their peers
But can't yet escape the nightmares
That haunt every night alive
Living with the boiling hot water
In constant suppressed sorrow
It's like the surface of the earth that trembles
For underneath flows magma
Occasionally it caves in, sometimes out
Sometimes in spurts sometimes in shouts
Let's not settle on grounds that bubble and quake
But let us gather on sturdy solid soil
To plant a family of trees
Make friends, start a forest
Deceive only those that try to buy and sell
So that they don't trap you in their home-grown hell
one part of a poem by robert shropshire
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