an arab in
every tower
and mannequins in
every bower
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
"Write with your eyes like painters, with your ears like musicians, with your feet like dancers. You are the truth sayer with quill and torch. Write with your tongues of fire. Don't let the pen banish you from yourself."
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
Within the gentle heart abideth Love,
As doth a bird within green forest glade,
Neither before the gentle heart was Love,
Nor Love ere gentle heart by Nature made.
Created was the sun,
And lo, his radiance everywhere held sway,
Nor was before the sun;
Love doth unto all gentleness aspire,
And in the self-same way
Doth clarity unto clear flame of fire.
Love’s fire is kindled in the gentle heart,
As virtue is within the precious stone;
From out the star no glory doth depart
Until made gentle by the sun alone.
When the sun hath drawn forth
By his own strength all that which is not meet,
The star doth prove its worth.
Thus to the heart, by Nature fashioned so
Gentle and pure and sweet,
The love of woman like a star doth go.
The reason Love in gentle heart doth stay
Is why the fire unto the torch-head flies,
Burning as he doth fancy, bright and gay,
And were too proud to do so otherwise.
But Nature’s cruel scheme
Contrasteth Love as water, flame; as heat,
Quelled by the cooling stream.
In gentle heart doth Love his bower divine,
Since like with like must meet,
Thus diamonds in the iron of the mine.
Upon the mire the sun sheds his bright rays,
That is still vile, nor doth the sun turn cold:
“Gentle am I by birth,” the proud man says.
33 He, mire, and the sun, gentleness, I hold.
Let no man think that he
May be possessed of gentleness, although
He boast a king’s degree,
Unless a gentle heart be found in him:
The water is aglow
With stars, and yet the heavens have not grown dim.
God the Creator in heaven’s mind of grace
Shines brighter than before our eyes the sun;
There it is given to see Him face to face,
Whence in their beauty the skies, serving one
Just God, to Him do turn
And the blest end of primal love fulfil.
Thus the truth which doth burn
In my sweet Lady’s eyes she should make clear,
Of her own gentle will,
To him who in her service tarries near.
My Lady, God will say: “Didst thou not fear,”
(When my soul standeth yonder in His sight:)
“To pass the heavens and seek Me even here,
Vain love pursuing with My image dight?
To Me doth praise belong
And to the Queen of Heaven, who from her sphere
Of glory endeth wrong.”
Then I could plead: “Thy angels up above,
O Lord, like her appear;
I did not sin in giving her my love.”
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
TAKING PHOTOS
AND UPLOADING THEM
FOR MY FRIENDS!!!11!!!1!!
i see strewn about me
PILES and PILES of
MIST-COVERED
RGB STORES of
ME^^0RIEZ
~sigh
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
"my woman?!"
well...
I fell in love with her
it was an August afternoon
if I recollect it
I saw here there
standing as she would
in first autumn breeze
in memory now...
I see!
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
when you are filled
give a little
and you'll find
that you'll just give more
until you are:
destitute
poor
yet ath'while
receiving more
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
i would have led ye
possibly
to evening's morn
to dew's first warmth
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC