listen.

people call me rude
I wish we all were nude
I wish there was no black and white
I wish there were no rules

give me the evergreens

as sure as the rain the will fall where you stand

I want you and the skyline, these are my demands

(weheartit)

superfine

buy the ticket, take the ride. hunter s. thompson.

(fgr)

swirls of pink and blue

they who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escapes those who dream only by night.

(fgr)

a life without reason

it is no way to live, to wait to love.

(fgr)

I'll be with you darling soon

I'll be with you when the stars start falling...

(fgr)

a pocketful of gold

many have I loved, many times been bitten

many times I've gazed along the open road

many times I've lied, man times I've listened

many times I've wondered how much there is to know

many dreams come true and some have silver linings

I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold

mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing

many many men can't see the open road

many is a word that only keeps you guessing

guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know

(fgr)

jack, dreams and me

the air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream. 

(fgr)

eternal lids apart

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --

No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.

(weheartit)

paolo and francesca

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,

When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,

So on a Delphic reed, my idle sprite

So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft,

The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;

And seeing it asleep, so fled away,

Not to pure Ida, with its snow-cold skies,

Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;

But to that second circle of sad Hell,

Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw

Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell

Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,

Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form

I floated with, about that melancholy storm

(fgr)

wishing for the impossible

if we knew each other's secrets, what comforts we should find. john churton collins.

(weheartit)

we do big things

Amid all the noise and passion and rancor of our public debate, Tucson reminded us that no matter who we are or where we come from, each of us is a part of something greater — something more consequential than party or political preference.

We are part of the American family. We believe that in a country where every race and faith and point of view can be found, we are still bound together as one people; that we share common hopes and a common creed; that the dreams of a little girl in Tucson are not so different than those of our own children, and that they all deserve the chance to be fulfilled.

Recent events have shown us that what sets us apart must not just be our power -- it must also be the purpose behind it.

Starting this year, no American will be forbidden from serving the country they love because of who they love... It is time to leave behind the divisive battles of the past. It is time to move forward as one nation.

We may have differences in policy, but we all believe in the rights enshrined in our Constitution. We may have different opinions, but we believe in the same promise that says this is a place where you can make it if you try. We may have different backgrounds, but we believe in the same dream that says this is a country where anything is possible. No matter who you are. No matter where you come from.

We're a nation that says, 'I might not have a lot of money but I have this great idea for a new company.' 'I might not come from a family of college graduates, but I will be the first to get my degree.' 'I might not know those people in trouble, but I think I can help them, and I need to try.' 'I'm not sure how we'll reach that better place beyond the horizon, but I know we'll get there. I know we will."

We do big things.

Patriotic pride is rare occurrence for me but the rational and level-headed approach presented last night gives me hope.

(fgr)

lucid dreams

there used to be a time for butterflies and apples trees.

now wings lay torn and worms feast.

(fgr)

b o d y

Look closely at the letters. Can you see,
entering (stage right), then floating full,
then heading off -- so soon --
how like a little kohl-rimmed moon
o plots her course from b to d

as y, unanswered, knocks at the stage door?
Looked at too long, words fail,
phase out. Ask, now that body shines
no longer, by what light you learn these lines
and what the b and d stood for.

(fgr)

smoke signals

we cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke and a presumption that once our eyes watered. tom stoppard.

happy birthday mlk.

(fgr)

translucent beauty

An angel, robed in spotless white,

Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.

Night woke to blush, the sprite was gone.

Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

(fgr)