Blog PostsFriends | Blog I dont know wether I find it funny that Im sad for those or funny that Im really amused for those people that think other people come on wire to lick body parts or get their body parts licked! Do you live in real society????? We all have stood out in the cold we all have souls yet to the devil some sold we live, we laugh though we may not desire we stand in the rain we burn in the fire we choose, we dont we accept, we yearn some hearts run cold others they burn we all have stood out in the cold my soul to the devil shall not be sold ASKING FOR TROUBLE DOING THIS!!!! HAHAHA1.Who are you?2.Are we friends if not what are we? 3.Do you trust me? 4.Do you truly treasure our friendship? 5.Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 6.Describe me in one word. 7.What was your first impression? 8.Do you still think that way about me now? 9.What reminds you of me? 10.If you could give me anything what would it be? 11.How well do you know me? 12.When's the last time you communicated with me? 13.Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? 14.Are you going to post this in your blogs and see what I say about you? living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows, we guess, we may be wrong but we take leap after leap in the dark you dont get to choose how or when your going to die but you do get to decide how your going to live now! I rose from the ashes my pain turned to power I live for the sweetness that will turn from my sour I live, I learn I cry, I feel I want a love thats very real honesty and trust is it part of you? lust and passion I want it too I am all, I am everything you want me to be are you all I am looking for to satisfy me? want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine in body we meet in silence we speak in desire we devour hour by hour filling the hunger we feel a tender passionate fulfilling meal I love you with every part of my being i wish for a moment its you im still seeing it fell apart, the world lost you, but I knew the only dream that mattered in my heart was that in this life i was loved by you Find that guy that will pick up every piece of your shattered heart & put it back together; Replacing it with a piece of his. No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility. Peace of heart that is won by refusing to bear the common yoke of human sympathy is a peace unworthy of a Christian. To seek tranquility by stopping our ears to the cries of human pain is to make ourselves not Christian but a kind of degenerate stoic having no relation either to stoicism or Christianity.
The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing. Families, by blood, by obligation, by necessity, by desire......and sometimes, if one is very lucky, by love. It is a word that implies solidity, a rock-solid foundation, a place to go home to....to grow out of.....to grow away from, and yet to remember and hang onto... the echoes never leaving one's ears or one's heart, the memories carved like painted ivory, from a single tusk, delicately coloured in brialliant hues, and softer ones, faded sometimes, so dim as to be almost forgotten.... and yet never to be totally forgotten or left behind. The place where one begins, and hopes to end.... the thing one works hard to build on one's own....the pieces like building blocks reaching high into the sky.....Family.....what images that conjures....what memories....what dreams!!! |