(the painting is a gift from my son) My book this book, the earring in my lung, the cherries the cherries and the blood spot. My God my God forget me not! the flower the flower? or the blood spot. The lighthouse that floats on the iris of my eye this stem that strangles [...]
Archive for July, 2007
On the diligent charachter of hope and the futility of arguing.
Posted in Bitchiness, Poetry on July 6, 2007 | 11 Comments »
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Everything other than love
for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit,
though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
To advance toward death
without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
RUMI
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By (the Token of) Time
Lo! man is in a state of loss,
Save those who believe and do good works,
And exhort one another to truth
And exhort one another to endurance.
Qur`an - But Billy never came. He is the soldier at the feet of my new, my brand new statue of love. He holds the rope but never uncovers it. Place my heart under the doormat,Billy before you leave, my heart hang it like a beehive, my orphan need to press you against my chest, to hold you under my jacket and keep you warm. The building blocks of my pain are in the basket behind the door. The tree that made them grows in my shoulders, your leafy face falls there the sweet chlorophyll smile. I want to wipe your face Billy with both my hands and breathe it in. I fold my fear neatly this bleating rug and smoke it . I ` m tired Billy, do not cut my hands!
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