Death
Is it painful oder is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death Du do not know about
Until Du die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill Du withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
Du laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much Mehr painful death
they all die going to hell.
Is it painful oder is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death Du do not know about
Until Du die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill Du withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
Du laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much Mehr painful death
they all die going to hell.
Eldorado
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singen a song,
In Suchen for Eldorado.
But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his herz a shadow
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado
And, as his strength
Failed at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” sagte he ,
“Where can it be, -
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride , boldly ride,”
The shade replied,
“If Du seek for Eldorado!”
- Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singen a song,
In Suchen for Eldorado.
But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his herz a shadow
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado
And, as his strength
Failed at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” sagte he ,
“Where can it be, -
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride , boldly ride,”
The shade replied,
“If Du seek for Eldorado!”
- Edgar Allan Poe
Liebe is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this Tag draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this Tag draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes kreis moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that Liebe would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes kreis moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that Liebe would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the Zeigen to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant oder in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my herz with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the Zeigen to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant oder in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my herz with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
this is my favourite Liebe poem, please read, it's beautiful ...
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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things Von a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains KISS high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister blume would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams KISS the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou KISS not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1803-1882)
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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things Von a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains KISS high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister blume would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams KISS the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou KISS not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1803-1882)
this is just some free writting i did a Monat oder two Vor
i'm tierd of waiting for Du to tell me how Du feel
so i'm not gunna wait for Du any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares Mehr then i think Du ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for Du
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what Du think is it any good??? oder is it no good??
i'm tierd of waiting for Du to tell me how Du feel
so i'm not gunna wait for Du any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares Mehr then i think Du ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for Du
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what Du think is it any good??? oder is it no good??
told you there was a clown~!
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.
Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do Du find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.
Some poems make Du cry.
Some poems make Du fly.
Others can make Du smile.
While some can even make Du feel quite vile.
I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if Du don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse Du so~
This is what I want Du to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
Hey look! A picture of a clown!
We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange Blumen that blossomed for us
Under Mehr beautiful heavens.
Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.
Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;
And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.
THE SADNESS OF THE MOON
by: Charles Baudelaire
HE Moon Mehr indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
by: Charles Baudelaire
HE Moon Mehr indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
Death
Is it painful oder is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death Du do not know about
Until Du die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill Du withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
Du laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much Mehr painful death
they all die going to hell.
Is it painful oder is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death Du do not know about
Until Du die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill Du withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
Du laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much Mehr painful death
they all die going to hell.
[1795-1821]
What is Mehr gentle than a wind in summer?
What is Mehr soothing than the pretty hummer?
That stays one moment in an open flower,
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?
What is Mehr tranquil than a musk-rose blowing
In a green island, far from all men’s knowing?
Mehr healthful than leafiness of dales?
Mehr secret than a nest of nightingales?
Mehr serene than Cordelia's countenance?
Mehr full of visions than a high romance?
What, but thee, Sleep? Soft closer of our eyes!
Low murmurer of tender lullabies!
Light hoverer around our happy pillows!
Wreather of mohn buds, and weeping willows!
Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses !
Most happy listener! When the morning blesses
Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes
That glance so brightly at the new sunrise.
Elusive dreams
This pre-life crisis, is killing me
A beautiful tragedy
Who I was wasn't me
Du make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
Du make it easy
Speaking silence
Words can break
It feels like we are falling awake
In a place, in a time of our own
Du make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
It felt like the world
Fell from my feet
Gave up on myself
Du didn't give up on me
Let myself go
Du were still there
Like coming Home
Coming up for air
Du make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
Du make it easy
Easier to be
To be me
[Lifehouse – Who We Are]
