TONIGHT I CAN WRITE
Saturday, September 15, 2007
"Tonight I Can Write"
By Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
The night wind revovles in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again, and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes, I loved her too.
He could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her.
To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing.
In the distance.
My souls is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tried to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
WE, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's.
As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain,but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Labels: book, brokenheartedness, love, poetry
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots
have become so entwined together that
it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation
of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being "in love"
which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over
when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen f
rom our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Labels: love, poetry
ASHES
Saturday, September 01, 2007
ASHES
the ashes of your letters
i burned them all earlier
but the featherwieght ashes, they stayed here.
piled up like a dwarfed hill
i contemplate and wonder:
as your love letters for me turned into gray ashes,
will so your unforgettable memories of me?
the strong wind blew
going towards my direction
the ashy particles blinded my eyes...
temporarily blocking my sight...
i rubbed my teary eyes so hard
until it turned sore and red....
as i squinted and opened my eyes slowly
i noticed a paper
alluringly, waving at me...
i realized,
'twas a torn part of your letter
it escaped being transformed into ash
clearly, i could tell its your familiar handwriting,
in there it was written, "you will always be in my heart."
Labels: love, pain, poetry, things
the artist
poe
"We are all
painters
of our lives-
we choose
the colors,
brushes,
& strokes,
just as we choose
which perspective to depict.
our lives and our stories
becomes our masterpieces"
Labels: life, poetry
obstacles VS faith
Thursday, August 23, 2007
doubt sees the obstacles.
faith sees the way.
doubt sees the darkest nights.
faith sees the day.
doubt dreads to take a step.
faith soars on high.
doubt questions, "who believes?"
faith answers, " i."
Labels: faith, poetry
I CAN NOT SAY
Saturday, August 18, 2007
"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can
,Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then?
I cannot say.."
J.R.R.T
Labels: life, poetry
he said "NO"
Friday, August 17, 2007
A girl asked a guy if she was pretty..
he said
"NO." she asked him if he wanted to be with her forever..
he said "
NO." she then asked him if he would cry if she walked away..
he again said,
"NO." she had heard too much she needed to leave.
as she walked away...
he grabbed her arm ....
and asked her to stay..
he said , "you're not pretty.....you're
BEAUTIFUL ...."he said, "I don't wanna be with you forever.. I
{{NEED}} to be with you forever..
he said, " and I wouldn't cry if you walked away.. I would
{{ DIE }}....Labels: love, poetry
spiritual reveries: THE GREATEST ADVICE
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
spiritual reveries: THE GREATEST ADVICEDon't date because you are desperate.Don't marry because you are miserable.Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.Don't associate with people you can't trust.Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.Don't dictate because you are smarter.Don't demand because you are stronger.Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough and know better.Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.Don't sell yourself, your family or your ideals.Don't stagnate!Don't regress.Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.Learn a new skill.Find a new friend.Start a new career.Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits and dangerous liaisons.Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.Be true to yourself.Don't commit when you are not ready.Don't keep others waiting needlessly.Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.Write poetry.Love Deeply.Walk barefoot.Dance with wild abandon.Cry at the movies.Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care of you.You light up your life.You drive yourself to your destination. No one completes you - except YOU.It isn't true that life does not get easier with age, it only gets more challenging.Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love.Pursue your passions.Live your dreams.Don't lose faith in God.Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back.Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give to someone is your time.Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.God is good all the time! -- Rick Warren
PRAYER:
My Lord, in our days when life seems dull and tiring, remind us that you gave us this GIFT called LIFE. You said, our time is our life. we have to make the most of it while we are here on earth. and the key to make our lives flourish and for our hearts to feel alive is to live our lives to the fullest and to share our blessings to the unfortunate. we have to live every day as if it is the last day on earth. guide us and protect us and our lovedones. heal our broken mind, body, heart and soul. forgive us for our sins as we forgive those who sinned against us. we asked you this in your most precious name. Amen.
Labels: poetry, spiritual reveries
