The Point Of Wasps
#summer "I don't see The point of wasps," He said to me. "I mean bees make honey But wasps...
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#summer "I don't see The point of wasps," He said to me. "I mean bees make honey But wasps...
To whom, which, what is beautiful is it from eyes sight sparkles of light, delightful senses, reflections, light-waves, shapes and colour. Could there be any other...
One went east. One went west. One found life. One found death. Some come to a crossroads alone. Life often throws a bad dog a bone. Some will bury it for future feasting.
What is the most fragile thing you know of. Is it: your lovely glass ornament you got in India; is it that adorable clay sculpture your child made you in pre-school.
A lost piece of paper lying on the floor, Lost, unused, not needed. Who needs this piece of paper lying on the floor. The tree that was lost or the man that had found it.
Time passes with the running stream, Fleeting like most hopes and dreams, Like the sound of the ticking clock, Pain flies on with the soaring flock, And the flow of life continues on, Into the night...
I sit here and meditate, Silently, I contemplate, Mysteries so intricate, And plots of the syndicate.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all. Who's the ugliest, the worst, Who is treasured, Who is cursed. Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who will rise and who will fall.
Running in circles Chasing good time Looking for miracles Dreams that we mime Asking with questions Meanings to find Search for reality Somewhat defined.
If the sun where to expload there would be 8 minutes. 8 minutes of brightness and warmth until cold darkness overcomes us all. Nobody would know that the sun had exploaded until 8 whole minutes pass.
Angels are plenty. But demons more. Devils are few. But Gods at every door. Everyone is loved. But also disliked. Nobody exists nowhere. But in our dreams at night. All things are right.
Does happy ever after really exist. If so why am i left feeling like this. Wishing for something better. Searching for something more.
People say death has no face but that's not true. For death has a face and many have seen it. It just differs from person to person.
What would earth be with no angels. What would life be without friends. What would life be without family. What would life be without adventures. What would life be without dreams.
We might be infinite. Sometimes we feel we are. But when all we read about is death and destruction and horror in our world, we know we will come to an end soon enough.
So much of this world is covered with sickness I'd give my life to end it, god as my witness Sickness of body and of mind For every cure theres another sickness we find.
Pain and love Life explains that love is supposed to be sweet. A sweet scent, that pierces your very heart. A master piece that you cant stop admiring.
Eyes burn with passion A muse talking to my soul, my soul forcing my hands to type these words. Premonitions, theories, thoughts, revolution all pouring onto my papers.
Often in this life it feels like I am one, in a crowded room, but no one else can see me.
Do you ever think about what happens when we die. Do we go above to that perfect haven in the sky. Or is living just a cycle, vicious in its ways. Nothing to look forward to, when we live out our...
You know what has become so sad yet so funny. People are destroying many relationships Many days, nights , even years. Soon in the future they will look back and see how sad and greedy we all were.
How to know what is and isn't, All the eternities utterred and promises forgiven. Shiver each day with hope scarring, Deepening the doubt of the future marring.
I wonder..... I wonder what the world would be like if we felt the resulting feelings and emotions of our actions towards other people.
Life is as fragile as a dream. Are we living in the subconscious of our minds, our memories or our wishes. Is this the life that we live for. That we truly see as ours.