Death is taking me We are going to die Do you feel it children? It feels like the wind Or like snow Its a lesson in mortality. Do you want it? Death is a heroine Like a blessing Undisguised It brings renewal Life, like meditation is like a prison Death like change brings freedom We come together like concrete and break apart like dust I'm dying A joy And a sadness A cause for celebration And for grief If only i had wondered at the stars for a little longer Or really savored that cup of coffee Lotus flower When i was suicidal It wasn't that i wanted to die It was my intense desire to be closer to the earth
this unsent message Exists as the vestige Of sentiment too strong to express As i write this message And through it, confess it I love you - you're dear to me, yet This comes with no promise No oaths, or no swears May be to pass as it came Yet i felt it this moment Attested and true These words confirm at least this Maybe one day comes When I'm not in the slums And i share this with you as a laugh
Somebody tell her brown sugar melts In the rain I got the brains But it don't matter I'm am just matter Little bit of this, little bit of that Well that's rain Such a shame We all must change That's rain I gots this fire Something like desire Well that's rain That's pain I saw a dove High above It said my God How low you are I think he pitied me I think he wished I could fly Well pretty little dove, me too But i don't got no wings I can only sing And hope these waves Reach your ears Well that's rain That's rain Wash away - all the blame That's rain That's rain I knew a boy His name was Shane He stayed the same Despite the change I said Shane Come here boy I'd like a kiss I wouldn't miss But that's not true O no not you I'm sad now Because the rain Won't come the same Anymore Well That's rain
Go to where the wind melts like chocolate by WavAngel, literature
Literature
Go to where the wind melts like chocolate
Go to where the wind melts like chocolate
In fires too sweet for the tongue
I like many have experienced heat
In and out like air in the lungs
I too have experienced heat
A Rush of Sage and Rosemary by Fundelstein, literature
Literature
A Rush of Sage and Rosemary
When I woke up this morning, I knew I had to go out for a ride. Last night was not a good night. While the stable hands take the feed to the horses, I single out Quagmire— my beautiful, smoky-black queen. I ease myself back, sucking in a deep breath. First rule in caring for a horse: leave your drama at home. I’ll have to try my best. I let her eat from her bucket and give her a gentle rubdown with a brush, checking her from head to hoof for any sore muscles. She doesn’t flinch once. A good sign. I lean close and take in a whiff of her mane, sniffing out the bouquet of her mood. I can smell the aroma of hay and dirt, but something else pops open in my nose: the scent of her contentment, the penetrating sweetness of her trust. It registers as sage and rosemary to my senses. After the rubdown, I bend her legs, brushing caked mud and grass out of her hoofs, looking out for rocks. My darling’s fighting fit. More than I can say for me. “Glen?” I go rigid at the sound of Dad’s voice.
(English version below)
des tessons de verre sont alignés
jusqu'au café du coin,
il est situé entre deux rues entremêlées,
identiques dans leur crasse et leurs clichés ;
l'adrénaline bout quand mes yeux myopes
distinguent son nom sur sa façade :
le "pourquoi moi"
assis parmi la foule de gens imparfaits
tu me vomis toutes ces phrases
comme une scène de mauvais film français
dont tu serais le héros maudit :
oui, je suis magnétique
comme les basses électroniques
et les cassettes d'une autre époque ;
oui, mes yeux ne voient pas les mêmes choses que vous,
car tout