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"For what is it to die but to stand naked in
the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free
the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek God
unencumbered?"

- Khalil Gibran, "On Death" The Prophet -

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There once was a team from Iberia,
Who claimed they'd overcome their hysteria,
European Champs notwithstanding,
The Swiss did the scoring,
It might just have been collective am-nesia!

I've been experimenting with limericks on Facebook this afternoon. So I thought I'd share my latest version with you.

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Current Music: Take That - Rule The World

'THEN a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow. And
he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the
selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes
filled with your tears.
And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into
your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was
burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes
your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are Joyous, look deep into your heart and you
shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is
giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you
shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been
your delight.
Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say,
‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’ But I say unto you, they are inseparable.'

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A good friend of mine sent me this. It comforts them when life's been painful. I should get a copy of the book. My sister has one.

IF I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

-Rupert Brooke

It's not the greatest poem but my dad introduced me to it when I was young and so it has that father-son value kinda thing. ( Check out what the bugger wrote... )

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: mhr notes screaming for attention :/

Random Poem I came across the other day. Can't remember where though...

Strange ideas
Mature with age
Like leaves
When autumn falls
Turn gold
Then they hit the ground
(Ferry 1974)

That Bloke In The Big Smoke

"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life..." -Samuel Johnson

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