Monday, December 24, 2012

It Is Not a Word

It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,

But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep. 

-Sarah Teasdale

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Flower in the Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall, 
I pluck you out of the crannies, 
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 
Little flower-but if I could understand 
What you are, root and all, all in all, 
I should know what God and man is. 

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Quote - W.S.

"The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief."

William Shakespeare

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Equal To The Moon

It is not the heart that encloses the beloved,
but the beloved that fills the void of the heart.

The flower, too, opens its loveliness
on the Earth that is itself in bloom.

Let us wish we may be equal to the moon,
that all the light we receive we give away;

or in being equal, we are one with love
in flowing ceaselessly again into the world.

-Jé Maverick

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Buddha Quote

You are not alone

Just the other night I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come and hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers, your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand then forever can begin...

- Michael Jackson

Friday, October 19, 2012

October 2012

Every person from your past 
lives as a shadow in your mind.
Good or bad, they all helped you
write the story of your life, and
shaped the person you are today.

-Doe Zantamata

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


"You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one."

-John Lennon.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, 
And surf along the shore -- 
And in my heart a name 
My lips shall speak no more.

The high and lonely hills 
   Endure the darkening year -- 
And in my heart endure 
   A memory and a tear. 

Across the tide a sail 
   That tosses, and is gone -- 
And in my heart the kiss 
   That longing dreams upon. 

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, 
   And surf along the shore -- 
And in my heart the face 
   That I shall see no more.

- Charles George Douglas Roberts

Friday, August 31, 2012

The Other side of a Mirror

I sat before my glass one day,
And conjured up a vision bare,
Unlike the aspects glad and gay,
That erst were found reflected there -
The vision of a woman, wild
With more than womanly despair.
Her hair stood back on either side
A face bereft of loveliness.
It had no envy now to hide
What once no man on earth could guess.
It formed the thorny aureole
Of hard, unsanctified distress.

Her lips were open - not a sound
Came though the parted lines of red,
Whate'er it was, the hideous wound
In silence and secret bled.
No sigh relieved her speechless woe,
She had no voice to speak her dread.

And in her lurid eyes there shone
The dying flame of life's desire,
Made mad because its hope was gone,
And kindled at the leaping fire
Of jealousy and fierce revenge,
And strength that could not change nor tire.

Shade of a shadow in the glass,
O set the crystal surface free!
Pass - as the fairer visions pass -
Nor ever more return, to be
The ghost of a distracted hour,
That heard me whisper: - 'I am she!” 

-Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Thursday, August 23, 2012


When all the laughter dies in sorrow
And the tears have risen to a flood
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood
Do you think they'll cry in sadness
Do you think the eye will blink
Do you think they'll curse the madness
Do you even think they'll think
When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race
Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a damn that man was here 

From Chicago 111.

Friday, August 3, 2012


Color is my mood,
Dark or light I'm wearing it right,
Blue oceans make me feel calmed;
Shades of green make me think; 
Nature is wonderful and I'm here. 
I don't think I could survive a day full of white. 
Not all roses are red, Not all stones are gray;
Because this is a world living in shades.

C. Luna

Wednesday, August 1, 2012


If I don't drive around the park, 
I'm pretty sure to make my mark. 
If I'm in bed each night by ten, 
I may get back my looks again, 
If I abstain from fun and such, 
I'll probably amount to much, 
But I shall stay the way I am, 
Because I do not give a damn. 

Dorothy Parker


Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.

There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines;
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.

Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain. 

Dorothy Parker

Tuesday, July 31, 2012


Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
Playwrights and poets and such horses' necks
Start off from anywhere, end up at sex.
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Never say nothing, and never say no.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;
God, for a man that solicits insurance! 

Dorothy Parker

Thursday, July 26, 2012


“Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.” 
― Abraham Lincoln


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree. 

-Joyce Kilmer

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Brida, P.C.

“How much I missed, simply because I was afraid of missing it.”

Friday, June 1, 2012


"You cannot change your destination overnight, but you can change your direction overnight." 

- Jim Rohn

Friday, May 25, 2012


“And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.” 

― Libba Bray

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


The thought of a kiss
The feeling right before the kiss
The ‘Oh my God it’s about to happen’ moment
The electricity,
The brush of the lips
The pull as you bring me in to completely lose the world around us,
That timeless kiss
Filling my heart of joy and happiness.
A kiss that melt my moment.
A kiss my love, just a kiss.

-Christopher T.A.
-Photo: Ekaterina Prozheyko

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Park

Because anyone sitting still attracts desire,   
Even this will not be given you, the park   
In June, the silence of a bench at eleven o’clock   

On a Monday morning, or four on a Thursday afternoon.   
Someone will drift toward you, unattached   
And lonely. The spell will be broken, the wrong word said.   

It is cool, but there is no death in the few token leaves   
That must have come down last night, in the rain that freshened,   
The tree-smell that remains. For this season there is no name,   

Not summer, and none of the months of the year—   
A something inside you. Search your mind   
For the green arboriferous Word the boys and girls swing out of   

Like a tree, and the lovers   
On the grass in tantric mode, in an ecstasy   
Of untouching, and the human buddhas, legs infolded, reading.   

Branches, sheer translucent leaves—   
You would die to get under them forever, if it were given you,   
The park, on this, a day like any other day,   

And not the knowledge of everyone ever met   
Who will come upon you, sooner or later,   
If only you stay here. No, not people, or the walkways   

Made in another century, or the murmur of the great city   
Everywhere in the distance, but this breathing-space   
Where the void no longer terrible   

But to be relaxed in, the depressions   
Which anyway here are mild, incoming from the west,   
Slow-acting, chronic, lifelong not acute

Are there to be sat through, waited out   
On a damp bench, as a man sweeps up around you   
And the sun comes out in real time, stealing over the ground

-Harry Clifton

Tuesday, May 8, 2012


"Only as high as I reach can I grow
Only as far as I seek can I go
Only as deep as I look can I see
Only as much as I dream can I be"

                                                -Karen Ravn

Friday, May 4, 2012


Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tuesday, April 24, 2012


"When you're going through hell, keep going"

-Winston Churchill

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Not a haiku

"He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise"

William Blake

Thursday, March 29, 2012

French Proverb

"He who fears to suffer, suffers from fear."

Fearlessly You

There is a trembling from inside,
That takes you to a daily peace,
Where your work becomes pride,
And doubts of the world cease.

It is the gold of given choice,
You must claim early every day,
To strengthen your own voice,
And the wings to carry you away.

Flying seems an impossible chance,
When you look only to the ground,
As silence seems a golden dance,
When hopeless is all you've found.

So, answer to the voices deep within,
Pick your shinning star and hold true,
Believe well before you even begin,
The meaning of life is fearlessly you.

~Poet Bartoluciano

Monday, March 26, 2012

Give it Away

A bell is not bell ‘til you ring it,
A song is not song ‘til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay-
Love isn’t love
‘Til you give it away.

-Oscar Hammerstein

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Someone Special

"...And one day you came to me like message in a bottle;

And ever-since I've been trying to unravel deepest enigmas, 

so I can write the greatest poem and dedicate it to you..."


Wednesday, March 14, 2012


"You are not a finish product. If you don't keep evolving you start dying"


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Time Is Mine And Its Matter

I have lived thousand lifetimes before
So shall I again until I get it right
I am like the wind
I am chasing for the breeze

My soul is eternal but this vessel is not 
I ride though existence on a horse named faith
God has granted me a soul to live, love, and learn
When my days are truly done I shall reunite with my maker
For the glory of all times

I shall watch eternity passing away as I spend it with my true love
I will be there when the sun spends its last fuel
I shall rise again at a new dawn of civilization
The divine has set my purpose

He is truly the master of all things and I his humble servant
May good graces follow you as I it does
The Holy Spirit dwells within us all
God is good and so are you

-Wilfred Mellers

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Passing Time

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a 
sure beginning.

-Maya Angelou

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love - Shakespeare

"Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love." 

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


A lie is at par with truth,
if it goes with flawless noble cause.


Monday, January 9, 2012

You can make it be

Two eyes across a crowded room,
A spark electric in the gloom
A fleeting glimpse of one with whom
You can truly feel free.
For one long beat the contact held
A time in which you are enspelled.
A time in which two souls can meld.
If only this could be.
Then comes a smile to match those eyes
A gentle voice invites your sighs
A voice as soft as butterflies that brush you tenderly.
A voice warms your senses in its folds
And gives in your heart to hold
The hope that this could be...


Friday, January 6, 2012


"Somewhere someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a seed long ago."  

- Warren Buffett