I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you?
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God?
If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,
If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing ‘Now!
Go out in the world and work like money doesn’t matter, sing as if no one is listening, love as if you have never been hurt, and dance as if no one is watching. ~ Victor Hugo
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there’s now, and now, And the wind in the grass. – Archibald MacLeish
I’ve creeped out of sorrows
I’ve crawled out of dissapointments
I’ve held on to broken dreams
I’ve lay on an empty belly, having chewed on
water just to save my teeth from turning
disfunctional
Yet i’ve learnt not to curse a dawn as it brings
me life
I’ve learnt that every new day is a gift, as it
presents me a fate i have to unravel
best i’ve learnt to smile through all this
I’ve lived on hope of a hope
of a change in fortune
my good friend sowed hope in me
she said, ‘friend where there is hope there is
hope.’
Acquainted With the Night
by Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain –and back in rain.
I have out walked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Your thorns are the best part of you. – Marianne Moore
.. to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds. ~ Sharon Olds
Juke Box Love Song
by Langston Hughes
I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem’s heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day–
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.
I understand that a man can have everything having nothing and nothing having everything. ~ Mihai Eminescu
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
