Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Part IV – Changing times

Sometimes you have to listen
sometimes the truth ain’t good
sometimes you need to admit you’ve failed
sometimes you’re not as right as you should

That talk made me think
maybe I’m too quiet
maybe I’m dirty with the ink
of those who can’t stand to riot

I’ll try to be different
as I now see that is the right way
I’ll try not to be bent
and not to believe everything they say

Friday, April 3, 2009

Worth living

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.


Bertrand Russel


Monday, March 30, 2009

What If?

There’s a point to everyone’s life in witch we ask ourselves “what if?”.
“What if it had rained?”
“What if It was the other way around?”

These two words have tormented for ages the mind of mankind. Genius are only such because they asked themselves time and time again, what if?
But be careful, for the question, doesn’t bring any answer attached, and many have suffered to the spells of its simplicity, unable to rise with a suitable answer.

Rorschach

Friday, February 13, 2009

Friday 13

(No this post is not about the movie, because the movie is sheat)


I’m writing about the day soon to be yesterday.
I’m not a superstitious kind of person, and I don’t believe in fate. So the worries of this day do not apply to me.
But there are people who believe, for those I’m sorry to petty your miserable lives. You have the Wright to believe in whatever you want, and I’m not suppose to judge (but I like to).
This people throw a bit of salt on their back when they have the creeds sitting at the table, this people start walking around saying Latin phrases that I bet they don’t even know the meaning. They run away of back cats and don’t look at broken mirrors, or seven years of bad luck will taunt you. The worst part is when you invite them for a dinner party and there are only thirteen seats or thirteen people (that is a show you must not miss), the jog around doing extravagant things and throw salt over people, a big fucking mess.
Just to finish because yesterday was what it was and today is what it is here is something to glance and wipe one.
Josh Groban “you are loved (don’t give up)



Enjoy,
John Kramer

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The Fireplace


There she sits at the place of fire
Watching the flames leaping higher and higher
The racing flames let her eyes sparkle green
A cold and cruel beauty never before seen
The face although formed of flesh and bone
Is set and stern like a mask of stone
Yet does in this sight no cruelty appear
causing rather pity than fear
Brown hair is framing this ivory face
Embroidering it like a beautiful lace
Opposite her a strange wanderer sits
Tall but slender with eyes catlike slit
He, too, is quiet, not moving at all
Watching the fire's rise and fall
His face has features alien and strange
Fine but not human with the light they change
Both were fearless warriors once
Clad in armour both steel and bronze
Many a fight in their lives they have seen
Opposing evil wherever they have been
But even they were defeated one day
When an evil sorcerer crossed their way
He damned them to live forever in trance
To witness forever the same fires dance
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You add some hot chocolate, some rain falling heavily outside, good music (while you seat confortably numb) and a good talk, that lasts until the sunrise, and you have a night to remember...

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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Kingdom

You probably are a great fan of Heroes, 24, Lost, Prison Break, and so on...

But I bet you you would fancy a good simple tv-show without all the running and shooting or puzzling.
Here’s something, Kingdom, a serie starting Stephen Fry as Peter kingdom, a loyar in a small town near London solving every little thing the town has to offer.
Here enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgM-rm47etg&feature=PlayList&p=89E10C061E116E10&index=0

Sound Track