| The Flower and the Girl Why are flowers in nature so beautiful? A beauty not found in man-made blossoms, it is surely the manifestation of a life-force. That strength, that fragility, maybe that is what attracts people. The flower attracts the girl, and she in turn attracts the flower. And then... then... Doubtful Eyes To keep watch over something, to observe it, because you're interested in it. Sometimes it is simply curiosity. Sometimes it is ill-intentioned. But regardless, be careful. The eye that watches the enemy can also harm the beholder. Future Memory People are always worried about something. They regret yesterday. They worry about tomorrow. While they worry, time passes by. Today becomes yesterday. Tomorrow become today. But when you regret the sins you will commit tomorrow, can you make up for them today? The Shape of Conflict Human history is often filled with conflict. These conflicts, from quarrels between neighbors to wars between countries, grab humanity's attention and grow larger under its scrutiny. Are we unable to stop them until we see the blood run red like a burning flame or the sinking sun? The Promise As soon as you verbalize your determination, it becomes a promise. Until that promise is fulfilled, it continues to bind you. Some find this anguishing, and some make it a source of strength. All of it is no more than the power of will. When you verbalize a strong determination, that thing may also become stronger. Secrets & Lies Lies, deception, truth that is not what it seems, suffering, escape, entrapment, revenge, hatred, thoughtlessness, impatience, inertia, conspiracy, and promises that can be broken. All these things are created by the human heart. But love, hope and sympathy are also born of that same heart. Unsuspecting Truth The true nature of this world is varied This universe, this space which far surpasses our imagination, presents so many truly different aspects. No matter where we go, our mouths drop open. Yes, like this place. Journey Through Time When the flow of the river is stopped, the surface has no ripples and is beautiful. However, eventually standing water will begin to stagnate. From there, only sadness will be born. And when they came to realize the weight of the present would grow heavier and heavier, they turned on their heels. Rain Falls Above Us A battle painted with hatred is very similar to a quarrel of differing opinions. They are very different things, but those involved do not realize it. That impatience can lose its direction, and fall from the sky Eventually, the rain that wets the cheek reminds you of long-forgotten tears. The Forest of the Fallen Leaves Even if he can stand at the edge of the universe, or visit the other side of time, no one can peer into the depths of a young girl's heart. What thoughts are hidden there? Anyone would be powerless before such mysteries. Dancing among the withered leaves, the petals on which she placed her thoughts fluttered in the wind The End of Sadness The wind blows through, strong anger and deep sadness become a cold wind. Maybe it is trying to sever something. Nevertheless, that wind can no longer be stopped by anyone. The storm approaches That Which Goes Beyond Time When you lose your way, there are two paths open to you. You can either go back on the road you just came from, or you can search out the correct path and continue forward. There is no time to be lost. For all living things, the last moment will surely come. Those footsteps are closing in, just out of reach. If there is anything that can go beyond time, I think it its defiantly... |
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| Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him and A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it Once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at 3 A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen. |
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| Once a boy a Rosebud spied, Heathrose fair and tender, All array'd in youthful pride,-- Quickly to the spot he hied, Ravished by her splendor. Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Heathrose fair and tender! Said the boy, "I'll now pick thee, Heathrose fair and tender!" Said the rosebud, "I'll prick thee, So that thou'lt remember me, Ne'er will I surrender!" Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Heathrose fair and tender! Now the cruel boy must pick Heathrose fair and tender; Rosebud did her best to prick,-- Vain 'twas 'gainst her fate to kick-- She must needs surrender. Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Heathrose fair and tender! 1779, translation by Edgar A. Bowring, 1853 |
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| There once was a tiger-striped cat. This cat, died a million deaths, revived, and, lived a million lives. And he was owned by various people who he didn't really care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them lived together happily. Well, time passed and the white cat grew weak, and died of old age. The tiger-striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life. |
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