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The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I'm yet to discover
'cause I'm under the covers
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, "intellectual."
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,
there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
The spirits we see aren't spirits to themselves, to them we are spirits
If all that is good is within us and all that is evil is withing the other ans each of us has our own god, why does the other side exist? If god is omnipotent, the other side shouldn't have to exist. We see this other side as an anathema. But we aren't even seeing the other side, we are seeing god. We are the little circles on the inside of a yin-yang symbol. God is the big tear drops on the outside. Not two, but one. If you are Yin or Yang, you see the tear drops as two, not one. Imagine each circle has an eyeball, what does that eye see? It's opposite. An eye would think its seeing itself, but what it's seeing is god.The reason we hold onto our differences is because we know what we see is not our opposite.
There's a time to strive
A time to survive
A time to be proud
A time to be loud
Pride ride stall's stored before corpse falls tongue-tied.
Cruel Fate rules, baits fools, schools, thrusts dreams aside
presumptuousness proves shortcomings, schemes
to turn Time's tables undone from inside.
chance to change the road.
I am sad to say.
My time your time our time
All time one time best time.
Around the corner so many time,
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Going blind is not what I expected it to be
opening doors is a bit awkward for me.
I am going eyeless due to life is eating me.
Nerve damaged beyond repair for me
One time the farmer danced so wildly in the mud that the calf was frightened
One time I took castor oil and lost the child
One time she ran after a man who absolutely didn't want her
One time I wanted to shake an apple from the tree and ten fell on my head
One time a soldier came and when I went to shake his hand, I saw that he had none
One time blood rushed to her face when she was meant to dance a Dashing White Sergeant with the sergeant
One time she peed standing up to warm her feet on the icy cold meadow
One time a table of cakes stood there and the whole house smelt of memories because she wouldn't bake any more
One time he called me by the name of my sister
One time the farmer was so tired he fell asleep on my sister in the cowshed
One time I told the teacher what happened at home on the farm
One time she came to visit One time and never again
One time I shook out the duvets and the feathers swirled through the air like in the fairy tale
One time she said she wanted to visit our brother in town and the farmer said maybe
One more time he said maybe
One more time she asked
One time I drew a large dog and smudged its outlines because it is important to remain unpredictable
One time a letter arrived for my sister and the farmer read it aloud in her room, the farmer read very slowly
One time I held a hand in the darkness, it was warm and soft
One time our mother was here and drank whisky with the farmer
One time their hands touched as they did so, soon after she packed her bag and left without waiting for me
One time I came home to an empty house, I had never been happier
One time a dog fell into the slurry pit
One time the hunter had to come, he too drank whisky
One time my sister said she could run like the wind
One time the window was open before everyone in the house was awake, the wind wafted in
One time I stood in my nightdress, it was very early, and I gazed after my sister, the way she ran like the wind
One time I placed milk, bread, whisky on the table
One time he touched me, said words I didn't understand, showed me secrets
All at once I was and remained my sister, replaced from time and time again one person with another
One more time I saw the glow worm in the glass, became my sister once again
One time my brother then: the wind