Cartas de Amor de Deus a Maria

1ª Carta

"Só na morte minha serás
e a sorte que aqui te retiro
Maior será ao teu suspiro
e não mais sentirás ou sonharás.

Depois num imenso céu de ninguém
procurar-te-ei com sede e fome
antes que alguém de baixo te tome.
O meu cíume ignorará mal ou bem!

Até lá com dor te espero
Procura a felicidade no meu desgosto
Pensa em mim e em quanto te quero
Porque nenhum paladar terá o meu gosto."

2ª Carta

"Foste tu que quiseste nascer
que quiseste viver e morrer.
Mas a dor aumenta o meu poder
Arranjarei forma de te ir ver."


3ª Carta

"Um dia num sonho forte e crú
Apertei e senti o teu corpo nú
e num momento sem noite nem dia
deixei em ti um pouco de mim, Maria"



cdapluma

foto: Teufelkind

my mind

quote: Paradise Lost - John Milton
photo by DarkMax77

demasiado inconstante
demasiado presente
demasiado activa
demasiado consequente
demasiado preocupante
demasiado rica
demasiado sonhadora
demasiado crua
demasiado escura
demasiado minha

qeres tocar?
por favor?

a friend far away

"A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?"

citação de Kahlil Gibran
fotografia de uma amiga de coração enorme muitas vezes injustiçada pelo meu coração faminto

alone

"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone..."

text by : Edgar Alan Poe

apart

"Don't even think about gettin' inside
Voices in my head, voices
I got scratches, all over my arms
One for each day, since I fell apart
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you..."

footsteps - pearl jam

pic by Davenit

I'm back

Cansei-me de me procurar. Não vale a pena ir mais longe, não estou em parte nenhuma desde que a perdi. Comecei hoje mesmo a caminhar em sentido inverso à minha fuga. Estou de regresso completamente esquecido daquele que iniciou esta viagem.

Al Berto

art by InsecureDelusion

vivi-te faminto

Escrevi sobre ti antes de te conhecer,
pintei-te antes de abrir os olhos,
sonhei contigo em cada momento que sorri,
e durante o tempo em que estivemos juntos,
vivi-te faminto.
Por isso não faz sentido que deixes de ser especial,
muito especial.
Já aceitei a distância,
que nada será o mesmo,
mas não evito que os olhos brilhem
quando a saudade aparece.

Feliz aniversário....


Foto by kMoOg

spliting my CHI in two

Red and grey flowing through my thoughts,
a shower of blood and tears.
Disassociation from the world that they call real;
still fucked, still overwhelmed.
Pressed to run across the page in pain
I reach the point where the the thoughs
of the sleepless night before the day
can only make things worse.
The executioner's axe silently falls swiftly,
and splits the balanced chi in two.

poem by ambAngel
photo by diversify

No wasted time....We're alive today

Hello there, my old friend
Not so long ago it was 'til the end
We played outside in the pouring rain
On our way up the road we started over again

You're livin' a dream....Wo you on top
My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop
Thats how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

Up and down that road in our worn out shoes
Talkin' 'bout good things and signin' the blues
You went your way....I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter of time

You're livin a dream....Wo you on top
My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

No wasted time....We're alive today
Churnin' up the past....There's no easier way
Time's been between us....A means to an end
God it's good to be here walkin' together my friend

You're livin a dream....Wo you on top
My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

Stevie Ray Vaughan - Life By The Drop

drawing by Pain-bearer

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine


Black - Pearl Jam
print by Pain-bearer

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance*

We should consider every day lost on which we have
not danced at least once. And we should call every
truth false which was not accompanied by at least
one laugh.                                     

- Friedrich Nietzsche

photo by Film-Exposed


* japonese proverb

Change is not progress

Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst.
I can endure my own despair,
But not anothers hope.
- William Walsh


In the water by tania

dying to live

Continuo longe, não te aproximes sff.

fantastic pic by Damaiscus

by the drop

A minha vontade fechou as portas
o cansaço derrubou-me.
Aos meus amigos peço desculpa mas não posso estar presente
aos meu inimigos peço desculpa mas não são tão importantes
Embora apareça por aí, e por aqui,
a minha luz fugiu
o meu coração persegui-a
A minha mente desvaneceu-se
e agora por último,
as minhas pernas dobraram-se.


"My mind is achin', Lord it won't stop, That's how it happens, livin' life by the drop" Stevie Ray Vaughan

smile

And stop acting like those «pretty-girls» who never show off their teeth.
And stop acting like those Hollywood-created superstars.
And stop faking sadness.

People are not perfect except when they smile.
Smile by ~Wings-Of-A-Messiah

I am going.

My soul is racing ahead of me. It says: "The body is too slow for me". I am going.

Rumi

As seconds fly por BatDesignz

smoke?

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”Neil Gaiman

Filosofia de banda desenhada

Às vezes encontramos respostas onde menos esperamos:



"Are arbitrary labels more important than the way we live our lives, what we're supposed to be more important than what we actually are?" (Cyclops in the graphic novel X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills, Chris Claremont)

"A man without hope is a man without fear" (Daredevil, 1st series, #229, Frank Miller)

"..nobody's got so many friends that he can afford to start losin' 'em." (The Falcon, explaing his search for a missing old friend -- "The Summons of Psyklop" The Avengers (1st series) #88, Roy Thomas)

"You're a part of that world. And you love it. You let it hurt you and you love it all the more. I'm not that strong." (Elektra - Daredevil (1st series) #168, Frank Miller)

With great power there must also come great responsibility! (Spider-Man's debut in Amazing Fantasy #15, Stan Lee)

"What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?"
(Morpheus, Sandman #4, Neil Gaiman)

e para finalizar em GRANDE:

"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...

You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-- Rose Walker to Desire - Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman

just a joker

Haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?

pic by CameraDude

para a menina com 2 corações

Inicialmente era definitivo
no fim foi provisório
agora faz-me falta.
devolve, se faz favor.



imagem por PinkEyeLiner

O perigo transparência

Quando estou triste até o padeiro nota,
quando estou feliz fico com um sorriso ridículo
quando penso abro a boca,
quando choro fico com os olhos vermelhos por 2 horas
quando corro demoro meio dia a recuperar o fólego.

Ontem escrevi um post que te deixou magoada
Arrependo-me,
Como me arrependo várias vezes com a voz alta dos meus sentimentos.
Mas não o apago, porque assim sou, e por enquanto assim quero ser.

Tenta não me condenar por isso, da mesma forma que digo que me magoaste, sabes que te adoro.

Não quero um dia deixar de pensar em ti, porque a tua presença como amiga é tão essencial como a vontade que tenho de dizer que penso em ti.

"um sentidor"

pic by WickedNox

Cantando a distância

Apareceste de repente, agora pareces estar cá para sempre, mas "cá" é cada vez mais longe.

Entretanto vou cantando a distância, numa sequência de meias-horas eternas. Vou dizendo-te que sofro, que faço e que que conquisto. Vou tentanto fazer ver-te que estou perto, enquanto tu vais cantando à distância dizendo que estás sempre presente. As pequenas quebras na rotina que estupidamente criei são para ti necessidades normais.
Tu nunca me prometeste tudo, eu nunca quis menos de tudo e nunca aprendi a não dizer nunca.

Vou entretanto cantando a distância, cada vez mais distante, culpando-me por ter estado feliz quando acreditei na mentira do sempre.

desenho por donnybrasko

"Birth was the death of him" S.B.

"-Tenho um sonho para te entregar
-Agora, não tenho tempo. Deixa-o aí.
-Não é um recado. É um sonho.
-Deixa-o aí, já disse. Agora tenho de ir. Estou atrasada"

Maria Gabriela Llasol (1931)

The Dream by Amelee

my mind's "writers block"

by !boobookittyfuck

"Death is so full of Life

She's on everyone path
She lives in our dreams
she even smiles at us when we are sad
She shows me a way when I cry

She helps every stranger in need
She's the opposite of this hard and boring life
I love her so much
and this love is so pure
and she has so many things to do...

I decided,
I only want to be with her
when she's ... "

Love injection by alex casteels

If

Este poema foi-me emprestado há 33 anos, no dia em que nasci, pelos meus pais.
Penso nele frequentemente e não está nos meus planos devolvê-lo.

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Don't say that later will be better

"(...)
I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep
I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all" SIAM - U2

photo by Arou

Despair

Dark and Black,
No sunshine left to fight it back.

Boxed up and Bottled tight,
Sometimes I wonder, am I strong
enough for this fight.

A new day, Another tomorrow.
Is there really a place for all
my sorrow.

Moving forward, No turning back.
Sometimes I wish someone would
pick up the slack.

Back inside and Nestled tight,
I am forever reaching toward the
light.

words of despair ... by lostko
Art byAerten

"The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new" Beckett

como é mau nunca envelhecer, bloquear num momento

pic by sue anna joe

As afirmações são paredes.

Em busca de inspiração
encontrei uma série de perguntas:
Trocaria eu a capacidade de fazer de tudo pela realidade de fazer algo bem?
Trocaria eu o orgulho de achar que tudo consigo,
pelo reconhecimento de ter um verdadeiro dom?
Terei eu medo de ser considerado muito bom (só) numa coisa?
Preferirei a surpresa do caminho ao conhecimento do meu fim?
Serei só capaz de colocar questões e de não dar nenhuma resposta?
Não terei eu consciência de que ser bom implica melhorar todos os dias?

Prefiro perguntas, prefiro o mistério.

As afirmações são paredes.

pic por Alex Casteels

Faraway, so close

Só descobri isto agora mas tocou-me:

"There is no silence deep enough
No black out dark enough
No corruption thick enough
No business deal big enough
No politicians bent enough
No heart hollow enough
No grave wide enough
To bury your story
And keep it from us.

Love from a short distance. Bono, November 12, 1995"

O Bono fez chegar este poema ao povo de Timor Leste num dos aniversários do massacre de Santa Cruz, há 11 anos.

pic by fallenangel

The individual

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." Friedrich Nitzsche

Art by Alex Casteels

A necessidade de ganhar

Quando um arqueiro faz tiro ao alvo,

sem nenhum objectivo,
emprega toda a sua perícia.
Mas se o objectivo é ganhar um prémio qualquer,
nem que seja uma taça sem valor,
fica nervoso.
E se o prémio é de ouro,
então fica meio cego ou vê dois alvos:
Fica fora de si !

A sua perícia não mudou.
Mas o prémio divide-o. Preocupa-se.
Pensa mais em ganhar do que em atirar.
E a necessidade de ganhar
impede-o de usar toda a sua perícia.

Chuang-Tzu

Pic by AlecTwin

One million dollar Question

Where is my Unicorn?


pic by rewston

Just Perfect

"Wow.
After I jumped, it ocurred to me.
Life is perfect.
Life is the best,
full of magic,
beauty,
opportunity,
and television.
And surprises...lot's of surprises, yeah.
And then there's the best stuff,
of course.
Better than anything anyone ever made up,
'cause it's real."

Tom-Tom - Million Dollar Hotel
Art by xiks

M., Obrigado

abençoadamente perseguido por este poema

Cavalo à solta


Minha laranja amarga e doce
meu poema
feito de gomos de saudade
minha pena
pesada e leve
secreta e pura
minha passagem para o breve breve
instante da loucura.

Minha ousadia
meu galope
minha rédea
meu potro doido
minha chama
minha réstia
de luz intensa
de voz aberta
minha denúncia do que pensa
do que sente a gente certa.

Em ti respiro
em ti eu provo
por ti consigo
esta força que de novo
em ti persigo
em ti percorro
cavalo à solta
pela margem do teu corpo.

Minha alegria
minha amargura
minha coragem de correr contra a ternura.

Por isso digo
canção castigo
amêndoa travo corpo alma amante amigo
por isso canto
por isso digo
alpendre casa cama arca do meu trigo.

Meu desafio
minha aventura
minha coragem de correr contra a ternura.

José Carlos Ary dos Santos
vector art by Girl-in-the-Rain

mais uma vez: onde estás?

It will be easy to forget you...
I just can't look to the sky
or even remember the sea...
I'll just have to stop dreaming
and learn how to be alone...
I know I'll forget yo u..
I just can't remember your smile..
your beautiful eyes,
your sweet mouth...
I can do it,
I know I can...
I just can't look to anything,
I just can't remember,
I just can't live...
or love...
I'll forget how important you are on my life...
I'll just have to forget myself...

arte e texto por darkcath

um exagerado

De repente tomo um banho de realidade
e perco metade do meu peso,
nenhuma roupa me serve,
nenhum corte me fica bem.

São precisos 15 minutos para começar a estragar tudo,
o pequeno almoço demora imenso tempo,
cada trinca é um paladar diferente
e o meu cérebro não pára,
penso, imagino, viajo, viajo muito.

Saio para o trabalho já cansado,
já passei por muitos países,
lembrei-me de muitas pessoas,
vivi muitas vidas.

Cada pessoa conhecida que vejo é uma descoberta,
ou é o cabelo que brilha de forma diferente,
ou um delicioso sinal em que nunca reparei,
um tom de voz cheio de amizade.

À noite quando chego já peso o dobro,
durante o sono triplico o meu peso.

De manhã volto a esvaziar o corpo,
e saio cheio de fome.


cdapluma

sempre actual

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan, 1963

pic by mental

o que fazer?

"Patience is a minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue."
Ambrose Bierce

pic por pyromaniac

aprender a pensar

O rapaz tem no máximo 3 anos e com uma felicidade contagiante entrou pela sala para comunicar a sua grande descoberta aos pais:
"papá! mamã! olhem para mim, eu consigo falar sem abrir a boca!"
"Querem ver?"
E com, um sorriso gigante no olhar, cerrou os lábios e ficou silencioso a demonstrar o seu grande feito.

Um momento único, aquele em que uma criança ouve pela primeira vez os seus pensamentos.

Não conheço o heroi desta história que me chegou ao ouvido através de uma amiga, e dava tudo para ter estado presente.

Delicoso.

Hoje já ganhei o dia.

saudades do futuro

All my life, i worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her
And now i can't be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what i worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until you're found
Let me love you true, let me rescue you
Let me lead you to where two roads meet
O come back above
Where there's only love
And the ground beneath her feet

Salman Rushdie


art by: pho3nix-bf

a uma amiga

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron

regatos

"(...) todas estas pessoas são penitentes, aspiram ardemente livrar-se de um fardo que nunca carregaram. Elas fazem tudo e mais alguma coisa, excepto ficar tranquilamente sentadas a olhas para dentro de si mesmas.

Os que empregam tais técnicas assemelham-se a regatos de montanha que estão a mil léguas do mar. Como eles grulham, gorgolejam e apressam-se, e depois, vadiam e se despenham de maneira espectacular em profundos precipícios! Com que cólera estes regatos se despedeçam sobre enormes blocos de pedra, e, em seguida, sugam as suas presas em traiçoeiros turbilhões.

Mas à medida que o curso da água se alarga, ele apazigua-se e toma consciência do seu objectivo. Torna-se um rio. Então, que calma, que silêncio! Com que majestade ele avança ao encontro do seu distino, sem nunca dar impressão de rapidez; ao acercar-se do Oceano já nem sequer parece mexer-se".


John Blofeld

sorrow

These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true
And these locks cannot be broken,no, not with one thousand keys
O Jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see
You can lay your burden on me
You can lay your burden down on me
You can lay your burden down upon me
But you cannot lay down your memory

Nick Cave - Knockin' On Joe

Cave's deviation by *fresvik

I'm too sad to tell you

Ela é o prazer de uma descoberta,
a paz de um abraço,
o orgulho de um hino,
a razão de um sacrifício,
o retrato de um coração,
o papel de uma caneta,
a camisa velha que não deixas de usar,

Ela és tu,
é a cadeira em que te sentas,
o carinho que precisas,
a família que não te falta,
o cabelo que voa ao vento,
o carro que te leva,
a nuvem que te sobrevoa,
o Deus que te ajuda.

Ela é o comando da tua televisão,
a dobradiça da tua porta,
a letra da tua música preferida,
a marca da tua cerveja,
a cortina que tapa o sol quando dormes,
o livro que queres escrever,
a orquídea que queres criar,
o centro da tua explosão.

Ela é o sapo que não quer ser príncipe,
o anão que se apaixonou pela branca de neve,
a música escondida de um CD,
a pena que águia deixa cair,
a única coluna da tua aparelhagem,
o dia do teu aniversário,
o postal que dispensa palavras,
o barco que leva o mar atrás.

Ela é a tua história em banda desenhada,
o teu período de juventude,
o teu apóstolo,
a razão da ampulheta,
o teu último suspiro,
o significado do teu primeiro choro,
o que só tu vês.

cdapluma

pic por lucias-tears

onde estás?

"fui eu que fiz isto", diz a minha memória
"não posso ter feito isto" diz o meu amor-próprio,
...
e ele não desiste.

No fim, é a memória que cede.

Nietzsche

pic by toasty

From someone truly Blessed

Muito Triste, muito cru, muito real, muito forte, muito muito.

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Suicide

This is a poem to no one
But to the world

Where is life and love,
When there is so much pain?
You know of what I speak.
The endless lines and rhymes
Scribbled by desperate souls
Such as you,
Such as I,
Seeking, searching, praying
For what else but freedom.
But that freedom you fool
Is the illusion.

Could you ever see why?
Why pain is the chain
That weighs our souls down.
Why freedom is nothing more
Than the walls of our prison.
You may break free of none
And live a simple life
But I no longer can.

And still, and still I’m trapped.
I’ve clawed at these tiled walls
All these many years.
Now my bloody fingertips
No longer feel the salty tears
As I wipe them across my face.

So you see my unfortunate friend
The walls are my flesh
And the chain, my lonely thoughts.
No matter how deep I dig and tear
No matter how much crimson tape I bled
These very walls,
My tortured soul could not have fled,
Are damned.

So this night my tired feet will float
In a porcelain pool drawn
With the tears of a polluted world.
As my prison floods this very hour
My fractured body will drown
Tonight like a crushed flower.

Goodbye, forever none

(c)2004 Joseph Palladino

Razorblade Relations

pic: death - Sandman (Gaiman)

He walks into the empty room as the tears slide down his cheek
Locks the doors that surround him
He doesn't want anyone to see
He goes to the cabinet
He reaches to the back
"I know this is were I hid it."
Behind the band-aid pack

As he searches desperately
He never stops to see
His brother in the corner

Holding what he seeks
"So this is what you truly want?"
He looks as his brother speaks
"To end you life with a razorblades?"
"Or do you just like to bleed?"

"Give that to me!"
He cries out
"You don't know what its like."
He turns to the mirror
"To lie awake and cry all night."

"See that's the one thing you don't get,
I do,I may not cry for the same reasons,
But I sit and cry for you...."

By:Jeremy Veal

Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus:

One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen, the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in seven lives, I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time.

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

(Kahlil Gibran - The Madman)

Harmony at the peak by Kahlil Gibran

Sandman

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