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fragile as glass
even a whisper should hurt
this precious frail
feather
i have built a nest
Where I ll keep this little
fledgling
I’ll throw the doors wide open
The warm fires blazing
He is unpredictable as breeze
As notes from the quivering strings
Of a veena
He is delicate
He can walk in any time of day or night
Overwhelmed
by thoughts he cant put in words…
Wizard with words…
His mind works in the fifth dimension
He hides like wild flowers
Bursting forth in hidden crags
in ravines
He is red
His anger is like fire that consumes all falsities
He is a dreamer
He is vivid
He is like the still waters
That run deep…
And nobody knows…
He is so full of love
Love brimming
His fragrance sweet wasted in the desert air
Wasted for
the world.. not for him
I only started like a footfall in his pathways
And I dared leave some footprints…
Now he consumes me
with his love…
Like the atmosphere…he is in everything..He is a secret whisper.. ssshhh…
| Romanticism Assessment Your Score is 66 Percent |
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You appear to have a well-balanced romantic self. While you may get flutters in your stomach when you meet someone you are very attracted to, you do not let your romantic-self entirely dictate how you proceed. You will ask yourself if there is a chance this relationship will work before allowing yourself to fall in love. Even if you feel a romantic connection is viable from a practical sense, you will not just allow yourself to be swept away.You do not have many illusions about love. While you may feel a very deep attachment to someone, you know love rarely conquers all. You know successful relationships take work and compromise and a desire by those involved to make their relationship work. Candlelight dinners and words of endless love may be nice, but they don’t pay the bills or get the dishes washed.
The middle ground on the romanticism scale is neither entirely safe nor entirely lackluster. However it does not carry the weight of a romantic failure based upon being swooped off your feet. Nor is the middle ground so devoid of romanticism that you feel like you are living with a sibling. Also, there is quite a bit of evidence that with your outlook on romanticism your relationship has a very good chance of succeeding. |
Note: Once upon a time, me and him, we used to dwell in the 37th floor.. now it lies in a dilapidated state.. desolation and memories being its only inhabitants.
In the 37th floor no bird sings
Only sun rays saunter in like white wings
The blue moon glares indifferently
The 37th floor is blood-written to be
White paper curtains billow in plea
Draw us together else the world will see
In the 37th floor nude raindrops dance
Like wisps of breath in a sweet-poisoned trance
Blood red steam pours, pours forth like wine
Pink and blue merge, merge clandestine
Rose petals weep and songs go unheard
Dreams of twin buds punctuate every word
Memories die endlessly and fresh winds sweep
Waking to cloud songs, wincing to sleep
Whispers die half-born,irises in pain
Droplets of fire spark a feathery rain
Incense red rising in fumes of grey
Dread of separation holds them in sway
Almond kissed sandal walls twine, entwine
Bamboos hum wild Candle clouds nine
Imaginary flames in planes surreal
Life fountain springs elixirs unreal
Butterfly prints morph into Zebra patterns
Wheels of hourglasses to haw lanterns
Blakey tygers born in flaky murmurs
Intruders laughing at carnival drummers
Parchments levitate A glass quill gleams
Inky darkness eats the refracted beams
Vulcan in his smithy pounding at souls
Undertakers unearthing fresh rabbit-holes
Eyes brim with frozen pearls bottled in shells
Black hair cascades like magical spells
All time is suspended in halters of space
All truth races quivering in its place
Todays unknown Tomorrows oblivious
Yesterdays shed their garments, fallacious
In the 37th floor no birds sing
Only sun rays saunter in like white wings
All death burns in a holy pyre
Two dead phoenixes light a green fire.
The last two stanzas he added:
Hark they do, at the fire that sounds a crackle
Like a drummer in a scarcely common trance
That the the fire’s sheen green should tackle
The imaginary flames and their surreal stance
Aspire they do for intensity and simple recidivism
That streams forth from silent tongues of the flames
Crackling, ignite the mind as the Sun’s schism
As yellow against green, as dawn against the fecund earth.
In my monochromatic world
Of browns, yellows and dead leaves
Of shedding trees
Park benches painted rusty red
White swings with silence
Children with fluffy hair playing…
There is no place for me.
In my garden with blooming roses,
Wet black soil fragrant with dew
Ants gliding up and down
light green stalks,
Crows preening themselves carefully..
There is no place for me.
In my wide seashore with white sand
That is warm as fresh blood and dreams
Waves beckoning like wings of white doves
Shadows falling short of reality
Sand castles and white wicket fences
There is no place for me.
In my home with an antique courtyard
Sparrows thronging on window sills
A long wooden swing with polished brass chains
Cold floors and warm hearts
There is no place for me.
In my beauty with kohled eyes
Red lips and crimson cheeks
Green glass bangles and pink flowered sarees
Luring you with drowsy eyes
There is no place for me.
In my dreams with your pearly smiles
Your stubbled cheeks and soft fingers
Your love pervading every moment
Your invisible presence tingling through me
There is no place for me.
In our future with piles of books
Quarrels and coffee and off-white pillows
Cane chairs and rainy evenings
Solitary walks and silent exchanges
There is no place for me.
Lioness Apr 08, 2006
(salvaged from my old blog’s feed)
I promise..
I feel like happy days of childhood
Like yellow noons before rain
Like a day without intruders and passivity
Like drenching in the rain
Like sweltering afternoons and cold showers
Like sunsets at the seashore
Like yellow lamps on noisy roads
Like dreamless sleep
Like chunks of nostalgia
Like looming mountains
Like faith
Like park benches and green grass
Like choking tears
Like reckless speed
Like big eyes and little chairs
Like broken glasses
Like soothing voices on phone before sleep
Like looking beautiful with nobody to see
Like loving you..
Why do you make life so unbearably beautiful and sad?
Lioness Apr 28, 2006
(salvaged from my old blog’s feed)
Mad poet
Eyes searching the empty canvas
For stains of dead dreams
Unruly poet
Clutching a quill
Which pours forth no poems
But life
In shimmering letters
Of ink that dries with time
You etch monopolies
Of your mind
Wanton poet
Why do you hide
The caravans of love
That drag your imagination
Across windy deserts of life
The crumbs which fall from your table
As words that capture moments
By the scruff of their neck
Pinning them to two dimensions
Eccentric poet
Full of rags for skin
That let your flesh hang out
In matted tassles
As truth.
With a sceptre-weilding pride
You roam mindscape
Your parched reality
Craving for inspiration.
Secret hoarder
I ransacked your treasure chests
They possessed no gems
Or polished stones
Nor gleaming metal
Of material.
In the crevices of your soul
I found an empty scabbard
A shredded dream
A stringless guitar
And me.
Got this by mail.. hilarious stuff..
God would like to thank you for your belief and patronage.
In order to better serve your needs, God asks that you take a few moments to answer the following questions.
Please keep in mind that your responses will be kept completely confidential, and that you need not disclose your name or address unless you prefer a direct response to comments or suggestions.
1. How did you find out about your deity?
__ Newspaper
__ Bible
__ Torah
__ Television
__ Book of Mormon
__ Divine Inspiration
__ Dead Sea Scrolls
__ My Mama Done Tol’ Me
__ Near Death Experience
__ Near Life Experience
__ National Public Radio
__ Tabloid
__ Burning Shrubbery
__ Other (specify): _____________
2. Which model deity did you acquire?
__ Yahweh
__ Father, Son & Holy Ghost [Trinity Pak]
__ Jehovah
__ Jesus
__ Krishna
__ Zeus and entourage [Olympus Pak]
__ Odin and entourage [Valhalla Pak]
__ Allah
__ Satan
__ Gaia/Mother Earth/Mother Nature
__ None of the above, I was taken in by a false god
3. Did your God come to you undamaged, with all parts in good working order and with no obvious breakage or missing attributes?
__ Yes
__ No
If no, please describe the problems you initially encountered here. Please indicate all that apply:
__ Not eternal
__ Finite in space/Does not occupy or inhabit the entire cosmos
__ Not omniscient
__ Not omnipotent
__ Not infinitely plastic (incapable of being all things to all reations)
__ Permits sex outside of marriage
__ Prohibits sex outside of marriage
__ Makes mistakes (Geraldo Rivera; Michael Jackson)
__ Makes or permits bad things to happen to good people
__ When beseeched, does not stay beseeched
__ Requires burnt offerings
__ Requires virgin sacrifices
4. What factors were relevant in your decision to acquire a deity? Please check all that apply.
__ Indoctrinated by parents
__ Needed a reason to live
__ Indoctrinated by society
__ Needed focus in whom to despise
__ Imaginary friend grew up
__ Wanted to know Jesus in the Biblical sense
__ Hate to think for myself
__ Wanted to meet girls/boys
__ Fear of death
__ Wanted to piss off parents
__ Needed a day away from work
__ Desperate need for certainty
__ Like Organ Music
__ Need to feel Morally Superior
__ Shit was falling out of the sky
__ My shrubbery caught fire and a loud voice commanded me to do it
5. Have you ever worshipped a deity before? Is so, which false god were you fooled by? Please check all that apply.
__ Mick Jagger
__ Cthulhu
__ Baal
__ The Almighty Dollar
__ Bill Gates
__ Left Wing Liberalism
__ The Radical Right
__ Ra
__ Beelzebub
__ The Great Spirit
__ The Great Pumpkin
__ The Sun
__ Elvis
__ Cindy Crawford
__ The Moon
__ A burning shrubbery
__ Other: ________________
6. Are you currently using any other source of inspiration in addition to God? Please check all that apply.
__ Tarot
__ Lottery
__ Astrology
__ Television
__ Fortune cookies
__ Dianetics
__ Palmistry
__ Playboy and/or Playgirl
__ Self-help books
__ Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll
__ Biorhythms
__ Alcohol
__ Bill Clinton
__ Tea Leaves
__ The Internet
__ Mantras
__ Crystals (not including Crystal Gayle)
__ Human Sacrifice
__ Pyramids
__ Wandering around a desert
__ Insurance policies
__ Burning Shrubbery
__ Teletubbies
__ Other:_____________________
__ None
7. God employs a limited degree of Divine Intervention to preserve the balanced level of felt presence and blind faith. Which would you prefer (circle one)?
a. More Divine Intervention
b. Less Divine Intervention
c. Current level of Divine Intervention is just right
d. Don’t know…what’s Divine Intervention?
8. God also attempts to maintain a balanced level of disasters and miracles. Please rate on a scale of 1 – 5 his handling of the following: (1=unsatisfactory, 5=excellent)
A. Disasters:
flood 1 2 3 4 5
famine 1 2 3 4 5
earthquake 1 2 3 4 5
war 1 2 3 4 5
pestilence 1 2 3 4 5
plague 1 2 3 4 5
SPAM 1 2 3 4 5
AOL 1 2 3 4 5
B. Miracles:
rescues 1 2 3 4 5
spontaneous remissions 1 2 3 4 5
crying statues 1 2 3 4 5
water changing to wine 1 2 3 4 5
walking on water 1 2 3 4 5
VCRs that set their own clocks 1 2 3 4 5
Saddam Hussein still alive 1 2 3 4 5
getting any sex whatsoever 1 2 3 4 5
9. Do you have any additional comments or suggestions for improving the quality of God’s services? (Attach an additional sheet if necessary):
If you are able to complete the questionnaire and return it to one of our conveniently located drop-off boxes by October 30 you will be entered in the One Free Miracle of Your Choice drawing (chances of winning are aproximately one in 6.023 x10 to the 23rd power, depending on number of beings entered).
The Lutherans
Your true color is Blue!
You’re blue — the most soothing shade of the spectrum. The color of a clear summer sky or a deep, reflective ocean, blue has traditionally symbolized trust, solitude, and loyalty. Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending some time on your own, you’d rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances. Luckily, making close friends isn’t that hard, since people are naturally attracted to you — they’re soothed by your calming presence. Cool and collected, you rarely overreact. Instead, you think things through before coming to a decision. That level-headed, thoughtful approach to life is patently blue — and patently you!
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You Are 64% Cynical |
 You’re a full blown cynic… and probably even skeptical of these results. You have your optimistic moments, but most likely you keep them to yourself. |
A wordlessness stuns me as despair drowns me. Darling,What have I done to our love?
I broke open the brittle shells in avarice for pearls that were still growing. Perhaps these are not the best of my words.. Yet they are the truest. This evening, I regress. I play the old songs. I see the old pictures. I read our old writings. This evening I see the distance gone, in horror and shame. I see an intimacy that smothers us..I loved you from the other side of a veil. Now I have come closer and I cannot see you without seeing myself. I wish to return because I loved you better from the other side. I wish to grow distant. Go farther away..I want to see you on the other side of the horizon. Unreachably far. I want to enclose myself in a breathlessness where I can love you like gasping for breath.
Be a stranger to me..once again.
