"Delicate souls have cruel ways
of showing us what animals
we have been."
My travels and my poems. Writing as a means of self-discovery.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Cheers!
"...I keep locks of hair in my pocket
and raise my cup
to my comrades
who fought so bravely
in the wars
and
hopefully
will continue
to do so
in my jungles of
bleeding roses."
and raise my cup
to my comrades
who fought so bravely
in the wars
and
hopefully
will continue
to do so
in my jungles of
bleeding roses."
Friday, May 20, 2016
Sometimes destroyed
"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."
Thursday, May 5, 2016
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods...
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
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