blackbeard 2241 Raportează post Postat Martie 2, 2011 BEYOND THE ASTRAL PLANE I'm somewhere flying high Heavenly flight wondrous night, Leaving my body load Beyond and before sailing on by. On silent wings I ventured above The inner spell became a magic rainbow, Moment by moment light and me are one Move over and die eternal and lost idol. Today began the history of the future Bright and shiny stars hold the key, They also move beyond all planes of Creation They're marching in space as one. Sons of the long forgotten Creator Sacred lives born out of moon dust, I saw their inner manifestations Childlike souls living without dreaming... So come near me and feel me Closer,so carrying and gentle The pathway is now wide open After all I'm ready now to be loved... Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Aether. 433 Raportează post Postat Martie 2, 2011 Dark House Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street. Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand. A hand that can be clasped no more Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat Martie 5, 2011 Falling Stars -by Rainer Maria Rilke Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our wishes--do you recall? And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of stars: each time we looked above we were astounded by the swiftness of their daring play, while in our hearts we felt safe and secure watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate, knowing somehow we had survived their fall. Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat Iunie 1, 2011 POEMS ARE FOR NO ONE, VERY LONG POEMS ARE FOR THEMSELVES Guillaume Morissette PART ONE the awkward and irrational logic behind missing someone would be hard to explain to a small child except maybe if the small child knows that feeling sad is okay and you tell the small child that missing someone is an illness of the brain. my bed is a mess, it misses you. it Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat Iulie 12, 2011 Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now. Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Magic_White_Wolf 1 Raportează post Postat Iulie 12, 2011 The Rose - Anonim Some say love It is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love It is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love It is a hunger, an endless aching need I say love, it is a flower and you its only seed It's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes a chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only for The lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Mr.Pervy McPervert 11555 Raportează post Postat Iulie 12, 2011 (editat) The Rose - Anonim Not quite, penibil i might add. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZ2jNGRXIIw Editat Iulie 12, 2011 de Pharrell24 Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat Iulie 12, 2011 The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded moon. The moon came forth from her cavern, He saw the sudden gleam Of a tarn in the swarthy moorland; Or perhaps the whole was a dream. For I never could find that water In all my walks and rides: Far-off, in the Land of Memory, That midnight pool abides. Many fine things had I glimpse of, And said, "I shall.find them one day." Whether within or without me They were, I cannot say. Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat Septembrie 25, 2011 Whoever has no house now will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone Will sit, read, write long letters through the evening And wander on the boulevards, up and down... Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri
Ea. 8993 Raportează post Postat Septembrie 29, 2011 Please don Partajează acest post Link spre post Distribuie pe alte site-uri