COME AND LIVE A LOVE SUPREME

Here is a "poemish" thing that I wrote! ...For the times I question the life.

Questions,

Answers,

Which is the true one?

Lies,

Hatreds,

Which is the lousy one?

To leave,

To be left,

Which is the hard one?

To love,

To be loved,

Which is the enjoyable one?

and to die,

or to live,

which is the real one?

If everything is complicated

as life itself,

as hard as the death,

and if all that has been happening is a game

a one that is played in a sudden fame,

if the smiles that dies away at one heat

are still sweet,

and if it is death

that damps down the joy,

then ought to we yet smile

for the candle has the fire now?

background music: Robbie Williams-Love Supreme

QUOTES GET YOU THROUGH THE DAYS YOU THINK NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH

Drain the pressure from the swelling, the sensations overwhelming, give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright!
Green Day

Everytime I look at you, I feel better. It shocks me. It knocks my wind out, but it's true. I don't have to have sex with you, I'd be happy just look at you from across the room. And even that, anything, any piece of you... And, hopefully, all of you... that'd be the best thing. Because I love you!

Grey’s Anatomy

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it's a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I've chosen to follow.
-Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just passes you by.
-My Best Friend's Wedding

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Try to follow your heart, and you'll lose your mind. Try to use your mind, and you'll break your heart...this is the nature of love.

"FROM WHEN THE WORLD WAS GOOD.."

Shrill violins and dissonant piano keys. No sweet bolero intonations, no darkly enticing tangos, not a high-stepping rumba, not a single sultry female voice, nor the compelling timbre of a lustrous baritone, but a music equivalent to police and air-raid sirens, whistles and the stomping of boots, a music ever so distant from any good human feeling; just black notes floating off a score like ravens and crows, caw cawing violently into the darkness of an endless night...