Frozen Hearts
A deep and cold frost-bitten night
The wind stole things that held my sight
And made my heart to search within
To find the love Id lost again
The frozen rounded edge of night
A sickle-moon held sharpened white
The pain suspended on my soul
Of love thats never grown too old
My heart so warmed by just the thought
Of life that long for I had sought
Melts a moment of my pain
And speaks a tear of our refrain
L. H.
When in Doubt, Act Stupid!
Life is full of intrigues and subplots enough so that it can never be boring. See, my worst fear is to be ordinary especially since ordinary, in my opinion, has taken a nosedive from such standards as most of us are so accustomed to. Life IS full of intrigues, I believe that whole-heartedly and it is our duty to find them and revel in their delight.
Walking today from work to the subway I saw a methodone 'patient' walked down 23rd street apprently after having taken his dose. He displayed that unflappable sense of balance, as if gravity had eased its grip on him as he wobbled to and from repeating "...look inside, the house is burning..." with a tone that would make anyone quiver and look around truly believing that a house was burning. Of course, nothing was burning but him. As I looked around and saw the office high-rises and numerous fast food stores, I couldn't help but admire someone who genuinely wanted to tell the world that a house was burning and they should be paying attention.
I sat on the subway, one of the many unsatisfied riders of the NY MTA and began to scribble on my pad. The house is burning I thought....and from it came:
Look inside,
the house is burning she said
anticipating,
that our ghosts
had begun their waltz
to the unforgettable sound of fire.
She looked at me
searching,
for what, I have yet to find
and I,
unknowingly,
invited in the golden flames
as I wrapped my arms
around someone
that would soon
unravel uninvited
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche
You see, certain people value their ethics in such a way as though their entire life crucially depended on them. And when someone reveals himself to the extent so that he can 'buy' himself some love, the whole 'theory' of his principles is destined to fall. What's left of him? He feels 'naked' already! Although not as vulgar, its just like a strippers fate in a way. She reveals herself of the most sacred part of her body to strangers, so that she can provide for herself and her family of two or three. She is therefore 'forced' or 'forcing' herself to go to the brink of destroying her dignity, so that she can survive in this ever changing and ruthless world. It's almost the same with some people... I, on my part, have no longer anything 'sacred' to hide from from you and the very idea of that puts me in a very uncomfortable position... I hope you'll understand.
ALL THE BEST!
I got this one today from a dear friend...and it touched a cord :)
the beautiful moment
It's hard to keep a moment alive in its entirety. It's hard to be a moment, so beautiful and real and so quickly faded into "the whole". Little pieces of happiness and beauty swallowed by the current of time.
Let's remember the moments that never made it to a long lasting impression, or a story worth telling. If the face is forgotten, let's remember the feeling. It's the least we could to give something back to this exhcange of feelings, and memories called life.
When in Doubt, Act Stupid!
The day started pretty bad, I had to hurry about everything...after 4 hours at work i suddenly heard few steps, i looked up and my face completly light up, it certainly brighten the gloomy tedious atmosphere for a few seconds...but somehow within two minutes my face expression turned into disgust...i hate when people make promises that they break, all this thoughts came into my mind "what do I look like an idiot? a person who says as long as you tell me is ok with me, I will still forgive you?...pff how dare...take me for a fool" ...every word that came out from that person was very irritating...i said several times to leave, the presence that 5 minutes ago brought a smile on my face suddenly became like an annoying fly that you want to squash or "shoo away"...
our last words still echos in my mind
---"i will give you a call"
without looking i respond: "you don't have to call"
wishing to give a silent treatment for a week
Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga *~Rexhina~* : 01-06-2006 mė 11:58
I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich.
Did I ever mention to you, I'm NEVER to be crossed! well, there you have it! - I told this ... the other day!
They say that a lass turned Napoleon down the first time and that very feeling 'forced' him in his conquering of the world. Strange huh?! Not a bit for me though! He sure WAS a man of grandeur.
he smiles at her, and nods hello. she asks him for the time. he makes a joke, something about how he's been waiting a lifetime.
"I'm tired" - the woman tells the man, the day has been long. the sun is about to set. they feel like a couple waiting for a train that hasn't come-in in maybe years. and they have been waiting at opposite sides of the platform.
my heart is falling a part from kuqa's story. i have been waiting for that train to but i was waiting on the wrong station. train never stop there
no glove no love
He once loved her so... now, blame it all on that arctic heart of his!
It was ardent once upon a time! She...
crushed it so...
love stay away...for life! - were his last words, before his...
Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga EXODUS : 27-06-2006 mė 18:23
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