lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
domingo, 27 de octubre de 2013
Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend.
There are many cumbersome
ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank
to the top of a hill and nail him to
To do this properly you require a
crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that
crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some
vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional
and attempt to pierce the metal
cage he wears.
But for this you need white
English trees, men with bows and
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you
may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then
a mile of mud sliced through
not to mention black boots, bomb
more mud, a plague of rats, a
and some round hats made of
In an age of aeroplanes, you may
miles above your victim and
dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All
require is an ocean to separate
systems of government, a
several factories, a psychopath
land that no-one needs for
These are, as I began,
cumbersome ways to kill a man.
Simpler, direct, and much more
neat is to see
that he is living somewhere in
of the twentieth century, and
leave him there.- Edwin Brock
sábado, 26 de octubre de 2013
My love is as song
continues forever it is free.
Turn it in is up to you dear
and I want to surrender to you.
My love is like dove after which send
Message for you to come to me.
My love is as river never end.
My love is as a rose whose
Beauty want to keep.
My love is like
Ocean that reaches
in the depths of the heart
My love you are.
post by Renata
jueves, 24 de octubre de 2013
Fond words I write within my prose
Sweet words of love for you alone
My heart cries out where'er I go
For you to be my very own.
My mind is with you, rain or snow
And when the winter breezes blow
Sometimes I'm high, often I'm low,
All because I love you so.
Life is short as you well know
So meet me where the lily grows
Without your love, there is no prose
No words come from a dying rose.
My heart is yours, for you to own
I sing love songs for you alone.
Post by Sagar
Can you see how I adore you?
Bliss brings lovelight to my eyes
You speak ~ I hear a symphony
Flowers dance, the bluebird flies.
When first we met, I just knew
No other soulmate could there be
To settle deep within my heart
And cherish its key eternally.
Playing our parts for all to see ...
We are "Sylvia and Dante Rossetti"
Whene'er we talk, where'er we walk
Moon and stars sprinkle confetti.
Bliss brings lovelight, never gloom
Shall we dance where roses bloom?
- Joyce Hemsley
Post by Sagar