AS I WATCH leaves fall like rain,
My thoughts spun with your coming
into being in this stolid world.
Now I understand why leaves fall.
As if every leaf caught in the wind
are individual thoughts of you.
How they travel and came to be that golden flake
Only to fall helplessly and willingly.
Ah, my dear, my beloved, my far-off dream,
You are my gravity, you are the center
of everything that exists around me.
And still you are that unseen force that binds all.
Unseen, yet I feel you around me - still unseen
This over-bearing weight that grips my heart
and pulls my soul to your direction.
And I fall helplessly and willingly...
... Like Leaves...
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”
-Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Heritage Illustrated Dictionary IE
Phantasmagoria - n. 1. A fantastic sequence of haphazardly associative imagery, as seen in dreams or fever. 2. Such imagery as represented in art. [Originally, the name of an early 19th-century magic-lantern show producing optical illusions, from PHANTASM + an obscure second element.] -phantas'magor'ic, phantas'magor'ical adj.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
You and the rest of us...
and all the universe evolved just to grace your presence
and all the cosmos is moving so that you can see the world
and all time is born for you to be that immortal goddess
and all space is pointed towards you
and all sunsets bleed red and gold for your sight
and all rain denounces heaven just to caress you when the world does not
and all the leaves turn gold and fall on your head just to please you
and all the mountains stood up because you want to be high up
and colors swirl a dizzy white spell for your eyes,
as notes come together to bring music in your life,
chocolates were made because your tongue would be fond of them,
and soft petals are such only for the delight of your skin
and all the universe evolved just to grace your presence
and all the cosmos is moving so that you can see the world
and all time is born for you to be that immortal goddess
and all space is pointed towards you
hope came about for us to meet again in peaceful serenity,
as fate destined our lives to cross among the infinite paths of time
and prayer, prayer was created so i could pray for you
and love... love began so i can have a name to call you
and all the cosmos is moving so that you can see the world
and all time is born for you to be that immortal goddess
and all space is pointed towards you
and all sunsets bleed red and gold for your sight
and all rain denounces heaven just to caress you when the world does not
and all the leaves turn gold and fall on your head just to please you
and all the mountains stood up because you want to be high up
and colors swirl a dizzy white spell for your eyes,
as notes come together to bring music in your life,
chocolates were made because your tongue would be fond of them,
and soft petals are such only for the delight of your skin
and all the universe evolved just to grace your presence
and all the cosmos is moving so that you can see the world
and all time is born for you to be that immortal goddess
and all space is pointed towards you
hope came about for us to meet again in peaceful serenity,
as fate destined our lives to cross among the infinite paths of time
and prayer, prayer was created so i could pray for you
and love... love began so i can have a name to call you
That which defines me...
Ever the sweetness of fragrance
ever the budding of May
Ever standing like salvation
even truth is at bay
Come eternal, who's weeps are laughter
and in time for all, to see
in communion and resurrection,
in life's redemption - there is me
And all the seeds of Humanity
that was scattered towards tomorrow
Come blissful past - renewed - resolved
which will blind the haunting, daunting sorrow
And all hail, and all sing!
The glory! The honor! That life can bring!
And all bless, and all be blessed!
For we are gods nonetheless...
"For all hail, for all sing!
The glory! The honor! That life will bring!
For all are blessed, and will be blessed!
Because we are gods nonetheless..."
===
To think of a question that will stand through the the test of time.
To think of a reason for all the things that does not have a name.
To justify all that man cannot see - to fulfill man's thirst for light.
To purify - to purge all those there is to purge within and around me.
To learn reality unheard of by man and speak the unspoken.
To breathe, to see the air i am breathing and exhale the irrational self.
To live a life that History shall cherish through-out humanity.
And finally, to die knowing I have a name.
ever the budding of May
Ever standing like salvation
even truth is at bay
Come eternal, who's weeps are laughter
and in time for all, to see
in communion and resurrection,
in life's redemption - there is me
And all the seeds of Humanity
that was scattered towards tomorrow
Come blissful past - renewed - resolved
which will blind the haunting, daunting sorrow
And all hail, and all sing!
The glory! The honor! That life can bring!
And all bless, and all be blessed!
For we are gods nonetheless...
"For all hail, for all sing!
The glory! The honor! That life will bring!
For all are blessed, and will be blessed!
Because we are gods nonetheless..."
===
To think of a question that will stand through the the test of time.
To think of a reason for all the things that does not have a name.
To justify all that man cannot see - to fulfill man's thirst for light.
To purify - to purge all those there is to purge within and around me.
To learn reality unheard of by man and speak the unspoken.
To breathe, to see the air i am breathing and exhale the irrational self.
To live a life that History shall cherish through-out humanity.
And finally, to die knowing I have a name.
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