He didn't know where he stood
I'm walking backwards on a tightrope
Upside down and around
I asked
Can I stand with you?
I'll be your
Strength
Home
Bravery
We could stand with the stars and the moon
I knew where he was all along

Write a poem,
Hurry

Baby I can't.
I'm just trying to understand at this point.
Don't make me.
please.

It's more important. When you have something great you gotta go with it.
Any true artist would understand that. And I'd feel worse if you lost something great because of me

I can't Arlo. I need a cigarette. I can't write like you can.
I'm not an artist, i'm a ******* poser.

You can too,
Shut up,
You're my favorite person
And I love you.

Yeah, right now.

Fine.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

okay.

In Rome on the Campo di Fiori
Baskets of olives and lemons,
Cobbles spattered with wine
And the wreckage of flowers.
Vendors cover the trestles
With rose-pink fish;
Armfuls of dark grapes
Heaped on peach-down.

On this same square
They burned Giordano Bruno.
Henchmen kindled the pyre
Close-pressed by the mob.
Before the flames had died
The taverns were full again,
Baskets of olives and lemons
Again on the vendors' shoulders.

I thought of the Campo dei Fiori
In Warsaw by the sky-carousel
One clear spring evening
To the strains of a carnival tune.
The bright melody drowned
The salvos from the ghetto wall,
And couples were flying
High in the cloudless sky.

At times wind from the burning
Would driff dark kites along
And riders on the carousel
Caught petals in midair.
That same hot wind
Blew open the skirts of the girls
And the crowds were laughing
On that beautiful Warsaw Sunday.

Someone will read as moral
That the people of Rome or Warsaw
Haggle, laugh, make love
As they pass by martyrs' pyres.
Someone else will read
Of the passing of things human,
Of the oblivion
Born before the flames have died.

But that day I thought only
Of the loneliness of the dying,
Of how, when Giordano
Climbed to his burning
There were no words
In any human tongue
To be left for mankind,
Mankind who live on.

Already they were back at their wine
Or peddled their white starfish,
Baskets of olives and lemons
They had shouldered to the fair,
And he already distanced
As if centuries had passed
While they paused just a moment
For his flying in the fire.

Those dying here, the lonely
Forgotten by the world,
Our tongue becomes for them
The language of an ancient planet.
Until, when all is legend
And many years have passed,
On a great Campo dci Fiori
Rage will kindle at a poet's word.

Mother" is such a simple word,
whose definitive meaning can be seldom heard...

Beyond miracles, beyond a syllable, beyond definitions, beyond explanations,
still remains a secret the mystery of creations...

An unbelievably magical phenomenon to make us understand,
that god is present in all forms; in the form of mother,
to be an wondrous evidence of his guiding hand...

You understand my tantrums, you understand what I do,
For you have overlooked all my faults, and see the best in me when I too doubt I couldn't do...

You are just everything, the greatest treasure known,
For in the whole of this anonymous world, you are the one whom I can call my own...

Your sweet hugs and kisses full of love,
Feels like it comes from God above...

You make me burst with laughter full of joy,
Feels like I am always a kid playing with my favorite little toy...

You caress my forehead at night,
Feels like I am always safe and can sleep tight...

You ask me for patience to sow,
For all the real good things take time to grow...

You are always so kind,
For you can read on what's going on in my mind...

You care for me all day long,
To make sure I have good food, proper shoes and I'm always strong...

You scream saying "No, no, no" to instill in me a sense of self-control,
To make sure I don't listen to whatever told,

You plant in me the greatest seed of love,
To make sure we live in a home similar to heaven above...

For every reason I am today, your unending inspiring love has paved my way...
Cant stop loving you each moment everyday, for you have enriched my life in so many ways...
The love you show I can't explain, for it requires deep devotion, sacrifice and pain...
For your incredible patience and forgiving, incomparable when all others are forsaking...

Just a day in whole year, an understatement for you my dear...
But for the world's most beautiful mother, mere words just cant express the love forever...
For I have known you before I knew this world, for I have breathed along with you before I could try for it,
Just wanna wish you on this beautiful day, "A very very Happy Mother's Day"

"If the world cared more about home than gold the world would be a jolly place"
Maybe if everyone else thought the world wasn't gold
It could be a home to a jolly place

I don't know
How quickly
This distance is closing
Between you and me
Sometimes I imagine myself
Following a line of string
Through a forest of densely knit trees
Weaving slowly 'neath the bending eaves
And hoping that I will soon come into a clearing
Where you are all I see
Holding the end of this bright red string
And that it would be that easy
But sadly it's not
I'm afraid I'm merely lost
Finding signs where there are none
Maybe you'll just grow tired and come find me
Sitting under a tree writing piles of romantic poetry
Just twiddling my thumbs
Which is just as likely.