Tuesday, May 31, 2011
hey jude somethings should never change~~
Songwriters: Mccartney, Paul; Lennon, John;
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na, na na, na na na na
Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you? Hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Na na na, na na, na na na na, yeah
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better, better, oh!
Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
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Monday, May 30, 2011
written in blank but voice of the two
I wish I was a blank and my lines never written
hidden words in blank i wish i was and written in words but still unfilled
the lines conceptualised in nothingness and personified in my emptiness.
a blank am I yet not a blank
silent void in someones soul and uttered in love in someones heart
a blank i am still unfilled
shred my blankness and revert my emptiness,
let me live in the nothingness I was when I never was
let me be the blank that need no erasing,
let me be the nothingness that need not be spoken
let me be the silent void that need not be written
let me be the words never seen in the painless sky never in darkness lit behind
let me be a poem of blank unfilled let me be a chant of nothingness
i am the quote of saints untold i am the flurry of winds unfluttered unflown
i am blank still not blank i am silent still silenced i am not
i am the blank written unwritten erased still not dead..
i am the blank of life's red
I will swim in the tides of time before time knew it was time,
I will dance in black holes and sing with supernovas.
In tiny fragments of atoms I will be broken
destined to a life of disintegration and pull.
I will be everything that can ever be if only I would be a blank.
And these lines would never be written :
Thomas Moore
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!
~~softly dancing~~
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
shades that love weaves~~~
i wish i was a bird..with feathers of joy
and wings red yellow with colours of love..
i would see the heavens from so near
and feel their touch and hear them clear...
i would be in the midst of clouds sleeping on their milky white cushions...
i would lose my memories flowing over the vastness of the oceans...
i would fear no borders...
would cross them over again and again
to reach the places without any orders...
and i won't suffer from any human disorders.....
i would feel the warmth of trees..with wind on my wings
mountains as abodes on my lonely swings...
i would build a nest of lovely leaves
with the home in the midst of shades that love weaves....
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