I’m out
Will she love me?
I’m still seeing honey sweet
You shout
“Don’t you leave me, don’t you leave this incomplete”

I wanna know if this road belongs
To my eyes and only mine

Then I go back and show my love
A heart attack I’m told, I should have known
No more nights alone, so cold
Let’s go back to sweet, honey sweet

I’m out
I heard a heavy creek behind my window, honey sweet
There’s no doubt
You still love me, you’d still love this incomplete

I wanna know if this road belongs
To my eyes and only mine

Then I go back and show my love
A heart attack I’m told, I should have known
No more nights alone, so cold
Let’s go back to sweet, honey sweet

Tear drops stains dries in thunder
Our two in pain, change my number
I’ve seen you two about it
Talked about rebounding

I go back and show my love
A heart attack I’m told, I should have known
No more nights alone, so cold
Let’s go back to sweet
Then I go back and show my love
A heart attack I’m told, I should have known
No more nights alone, so cold
Let’s go back to sweet

Honey sweet
Honey sweet
Honey sweet
Honey sweet
Honey sweet

river

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

dark

THE DAY is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

wild-geese

 

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

power-demon

“Not necessity, not desire – no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything – health, food, a place to live, entertainment – they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

snow-landscape_

 

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

candles
“I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.”

Charles Dickens

tree

In the dark and damp of the alley cold,
Lay the Christmas tree that hadn’t been sold;
By a shopman dourly thrown outside;
With the ruck and rubble of Christmas-tide;
Trodden deep in the muck and mire,
Unworthy even to feed a fire…
So I stopped and salvaged that tarnished tree,
And thus is the story it told to me:

“My Mother was Queen of the forest glade,
And proudly I prospered in her shade;
For she said to me: ‘When I am dead,
You will be monarch in my stead,
And reign, as I, for a hundred years,
A tower of triumph amid your peers,
When I crash in storm I will yield you space;
Son, you will worthily take my place.’

“So I grew in grace like a happy child,
In the heart of the forest free and wild;
And the moss and the ferns were all about,
And the craintive mice crept in and out;
And a wood-dove swung on my highest twig,
And a chipmunk chattered: ‘So big! So big!’
And a shy fawn nibbled a tender shoot,
And a rabbit nibbled under my root…
Oh, I was happy in rain and shine
As I thought of the destiny that was mine!
Then a man with an axe came cruising by
And I knew that my fate was to fall and die.

“With a hundred others he packed me tight,
And we drove to a magic city of light,
To an avenue lined with Christmas trees,
And I thought: may be I’ll be one of these,
Tinselled with silver and tricked with gold,
A lovely sight for a child to behold;
A-glitter with lights of every hue,
Ruby and emerald, orange and blue,
And kiddies dancing, with shrieks of glee –
One might fare worse than a Christmas tree.

“So they stood me up with a hundred more
In the blaze of a big department store;
But I thought of the forest dark and still,
And the dew and the snow and the heat and the chill,
And the soft chinook and the summer breeze,
And the dappled deer and the birds and the bees…
I was so homesick I wanted to cry,
But patient I waited for someone to buy.
And some said ‘Too big,’ and some ‘Too small,’
And some passed on saying nothing at all.
Then a little boy cried: Ma, buy that one,’
But she shook her head: ‘Too dear, my son.”
So the evening came, when they closed the store,
And I was left on the littered floor,
A tree unwanted, despised, unsold,
Thrown out at last in the alley cold.”

Then I said: “Don’t sorrow; at least you’ll be
A bright and beautiful New Year’s tree,
All shimmer and glimmer and glow and gleam,
A radiant sight like a fairy dream.
For there is a little child I know,
Who lives in poverty, want and woe;
Who lies abed from morn to night,
And never has known an hour’s delight…”

So I stood the tree at the foot of her bed:
“Santa’s a little late,” I said.
“Poor old chap! Snowbound on the way,
But he’s here at last, so let’s be gay.”
Then she woke from sleep and she saw you there,
And her eyes were love and her lips were prayer.
And her thin little arms were stretched to you
With a yearning joy that they never knew.
She woke from the darkest dark to see
Like a heavenly vision, that Christmas Tree.

Her mother despaired and feared the end,
But from that day she began to mend,
To play, to sing, to laugh with glee…
Bless you, O little Christmas Tree!
You died, but your life was not in vain:
You helped a child to forget her pain,
And let hope live in our hearts again.

 

Take my hand if you don’t know where you’re goin’
I’ll understand, I’ve lost the way myself
Oh, don’t take that old road it leads to nowhere
We must return before the clock strikes twelve

 

Video by Frank Kildare
 
When rain drops fall and you feel low
Ah, do you ever think it’s useless
Do you feel like letting go
Do you ever sit and do you wonder
Will the world ever change
And just how long will it take
To have it all rearranged

Tell me why these things are still the same
Tell me why no one can seem to learn from mistakes

Take my hand if you don’t know where you’re goin’
I’ll understand, I’ve lost the way myself
Oh, don’t take that old road it leads to nowhere
We must return before the clock strikes twelve

It’s so easy to do nothin’
When you’re busy night and day
Take a step in one direction
And take a step the other way
So don’t stop tryin’ when you stumble
Don’t give up should you fall
Keep on searchin’ for the passway
That will lead you through the wall
Don’t look back or you’ll be left behind
Don’t look back or you will never find peace of mind
 
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