Eyebrows can crease
How painful it must be to see a frown;
or how lifting it must feel for the cellist
His high notes meet the frown to ecstasy
How liberating it must feel.
Thursday, January 5
Ten-fold.
The artist is reveled, his suffering poured into this art.
What of the common Man, his suffering now ten-fold, forever confined to his head?
What of the common Man, his suffering now ten-fold, forever confined to his head?
We forget; do remember.
We weep and weep
reprieve is not quite near
yet we remember majesty
for the stars though there before
were never seen until man
reprieve is not quite near
yet we remember majesty
for the stars though there before
were never seen until man
Friday, October 29
Wither.
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing." - Anaïs Nin
Friday, October 16
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