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The Lord is my shepherdI shall not want him for longHe maketh me to lie down in green pasturesand there are no green pasturesHe leadeth me beside still watersand still waters run deep
There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.
the gods play nofavorites.
Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.
the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.
beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.
it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.
when I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand mycouragereturns
Let craft, ambition, spite, Be quenched in Reason's night, Till weakness turn to might, Till what is dark be light, Till what is wrong be right!
she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.
the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.
the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.
LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY!True anyhow no matter how manyLiars use those words.
I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.
having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.
But how conceive a God supremely good/ Who heaps his favours on the sons he loves, / Yet scatters evil with as large a hand?[Written after an earthquake in Lisbon killed over 15, 000 people]
the worst thing, " he told me, "is bitterness, people end up sobitter.
The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.
Lovers think quite different thoughtswhile lying side by side.
The time has come, " the walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings
Of course! the path to heavendoesn't lie down in flat miles.It's in the imaginationwith which you perceive this world, and the gestureswith which you honor it.-from The Swan
Parting is all we know of Heaven, and all we need of Hell.
Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes, ” I say, “I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet.
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.If thought is lifeAnd strength and breathAnd the wantOf thought is deathThen am IA happy flyIf I liveOr if I die
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Ralph Waldo Emerson“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson
My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
What happens to a dream deferred?
and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.
be it peace or happinesslet it enfold you
regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.
sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.
I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.
one doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine.
when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well, then it's everybody'sparty.
there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.
sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.
wesat theresmokingcigarettesat5in the morning.
she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.
In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound
I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.
Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.
I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple--or a green field--a place to enter, and in which to feel.