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If you feel like there's something out there that you're supposed to be doing, if you have a passion for it, then stop wishing and just do it. ~ Wanda Sykes
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Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses. ~ Amy Tan
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You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage - pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically - to say 'no' to other things. And the way to do that is by having a bigger 'yes' burning inside.~Stephen Covey
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Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
Muriel Rukeyser |
"Cool, I love candles. That pie shell looks delish too. Hey, what's with the knife, dude? Wait, Stop. Oh dear god, Please Stop!" – Pumpkins
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I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, memories good and bad will bring tears, and words can never replace feelings
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Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark. ~Neruda |
To Have Without Holding
Marge Piercy Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that thwack like rubber bands in an open palm. It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles that feel as if they are made of wet plaster, then of blunt knives, then of sharp knives. It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch; to love and let go again and again. It pesters to remember the lover who is not in the bed, to hold back what is owed to the work that gutters like a candle in a cave without air, to love consciously, conscientiously, concretely, constructively. I can't do it, you say it's killing me, but you thrive, you glow on the street like a neon raspberry, You float and sail, a helium balloon bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing on the cold and hot winds of our breath, as we make and unmake in passionate diastole and systole the rhythm of our unbound bonding, to have and not to hold, to love with minimized malice, hunger and anger moment by moment balanced. |
Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.
Mason Cooley |
Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat.
~Malcolm Forbes |
A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That's why they don't get what they want.
~Madonna |
At the end of the day, I must be satisfied with how I lived my life, not how You would have lived my life for me.
~Me. |
THE TEACHING OF TECUMSEH
"Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about his religion. Respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life. Beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people but grovel to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light and for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Touch not the poisonous firewater. Abuse no one and nothing, For abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again In a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home." |
Mr. Nobody's post of THE TEACHING OF TECUMSEH, reminded me of this quote, ...
to fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. for anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they know quite well that it was the greatest of evils. and what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know? -- Socrates - Quoted in Plato's Apology |
A Knock at the Door
i couldn't get the sound to work on the website for a knock at the door, duirwaigh. so i went via youtube to make sure you could hear the music. but please, go to the website. so much to be inspired by. other short films there as well. maybe this should be posted in my favorite poems, but o well lol. http://www.duirwaigh.com/index.php?o...d=47&Itemid=57 |
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. ~George Eliot
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It's hard to find a friend thats, 96% Witty 98% Sexy & 100% Sweet, So dont lose me.
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Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are your fears.
—Rudyard Kipling |
Oh Betty...lol
"Why do people say... 'grow some balls'? Balls are soft and sensitive. If you really want to be tough, say 'grow a vagina' - those things take a pounding!"
quote attributed to Betty White |
"First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win." M. Gandhi
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