'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
I miss you all the time,
The day I don't see you,
I pray to meet you,
Suppose you don't realize this
But still I love you.
When you come in my dreams,
I often see you there,
You refuse a million time,
But in every walk of life,
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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:
I have changed dozens of channels
Twenty times, the same boredom
Hundreds of shapes have revolved around me
A single scene
Overcoming All Odds
Life is a strange gamble if you fail then you fail the avail
But if you believe in yourself you can overcome all odds
But if you have taken your life at palm then you but impail
I don't know
if I will ever
make it to a hundred.
Can I live in this magical moment forever?
This moment where there is no one but us
Where mornings begin calm and peaceful
Whispers, kisses and making love all morning
'Follow not in the footsteps of Satan,
For surely he is your open enemy, '
God took a covenant from me,
I could not lie to God anymore,
If my rose doesn't bloom in my beautiful garden,
It has forgotten to bloom,
But I never believe
I speak about spirituality with eloquence,
Yet my deeds do not match what I say;
I know I will die after an appointed term,
Yet I behave as if I am not to leave the world any day;
Hair so dark, like the nights sky
A smile so bright it blocks out the sun
Eyes the color of the darkest soil
You'd always keep me grounded
Lord of all the worlds!
Set me within the safe defences of Thy mercy,
In ignorance and waywardness I have wasted all my days,
My soul is lost in wilderness,
Everyday is a struggle,
I hear things that don't sound right,
The noisier it gets,
The more overwhelming it gets,
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all,
Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.