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Pastime with good company
I love and shall until I die.
Grudge who lust, but none deny,
so God be pleased, thus live will I.
For my pastance
hunt, sing, and dance.
My heart is set:
all goodly sport
for my...
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is...
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Free as a bird, no chains, no ties,
Drifting through endless, open skies.
No map to follow, no path too steep,
Just the wind’s whisper and skies so deep.
No weight to carry, no clock to chase,
Just open air and boundless...
The pain goodbyes bring
For then the air thins-
and it’s a little harder to breath.
Every heartbeat stings
The tongue goes wild
All you can say is
La vida es bella!
I love cake and some chat
Watching the sun set like art
Singing love songs off key
Spending time with little money
Planning so much with friends –
To see the world from all ends;
These little things you see
Are all you...
I have robbed the garrulous streets,
Thieved a fair girl from their blight,
I have stolen her for a sacrifice
That I shall make to this night.
I have brought her, laughing,
To my quietly dreaming garden.
For what will be...
Hers was usual, his, an art
Ever finding solace in a single word
Little he said, the world he meant
Learning and yearning to be heard
Only if she knew, to hear love in hello!
Where i would have fallen,
Now I only stumble
To the brother I would have struck
I suffice with an insult
I am yet to turn the other cheek
Or take a brother the extra mile
It may only have been yesterday
When I was...
Tonight, the rain falls like memory—
soft, heavy, personal.
It taps my window like
it knows knows my name.
It carries the echoes of laughter,
traces of heartbreak,
and the quiet moments.
It remembers...
If I could bask in my own love,
and give myself to myself
as I give to others,
then I would be whole.
But self cannot complete self,
and only flesh can cure flesh.
Thus, I remain unfinished,
until I can find...
Walk with me
as slow
as you can
for I want it
to last
as long
as it can.