i admit the ease[l] of 'public artistry' is somewhat retreating at the moment ;). I thought about writing today on this thingy... my mind ran thru a spectrum of ideas caught my attention & i contemplated casting some of them into the great cybersphere... perhaps of my profound horror in today's tragic events [and consequential political opinions- but i leave that to better writers and their audiences] or just having to buy my darn lipstick off of Ebay because they discontinued the color.... amazing how much goes on in a day...either way- I'm really not going to bother with cohesive prose at the moment... life is just simultaneously too trivial and too meaningful and thus is at times, rendered inexplainable....
We are like roses
that have never bothered to
bloom
when we should have bloomed
and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted
with
waiting.
We are like roses
that have never bothered to
bloom
when we should have bloomed
and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted
with
waiting.
posted by HindiK at 11:42 PM
5 Comments:
never did the sun blush
from the blooming roses
'twas the thorns that brought him
to heat.
...funny, you say you're having trouble writing today.
This morning there was quite a heck of a post. Where did it go?
I have to concentrate like I haven't needed to in years to read your posts:)
I agree. This morning there was a heck of a post. Where did it go.
there is enough treachery,
hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
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