I love this guy’s voice – wonderful words! Latet means to give…
To give the soul and the heart,
To give,
To give when you love.
And however one finds the difference
Between taking and receiving
You will yet learn to give, to give… Continue reading
You can also watch this man in action <here>, but this can not be embedded!
Ne Me Quitte Pas
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s’oublier
Qui s’enfuit deja
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheure
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) Continue reading
Me and the Missus almost twenty years ago in Hong Kong
This is me as a kid
Yeah I know, cute.
I am knelt in supplication
in a vast cathedral hall
I feel the shards of angst
firing deep into my soul
I raise my eyes to search
for a god of purest love
I see only jaded angels
in the tapestry above
Communion candles burn
and emit a spectral light
casting dancing shadows
in this sacrilegious night
I look up to the crucifix
my destiny to find
the mighty god of dust
has crept inside my mind
I see the twelve apostles
and the holy pentecost
the whore ofbabylon
who is saying all is lost
The father and the son
the bible and the myth
the suffering of christ
has a taste of bitter pith
I can see the rictus smile
of the rider in pale green
harbinger of consequence
who’ll write the final scene
The sycophantic vermin
hear the tolling of the bell
and are deafened by the silence
coming from the house of hell
The crucifixion shadow
burns my exposed skin
it sears my mortal soul
but cleanses not the sin
Thro the stained glass window
when I look up to the skies
I see only jaded angels
with teardrops in their eyes
My jaw ended up on the floor!
Made me smile anyway… in wonder.
I had spluttered into life
Onto a path of bitter strife
From the darkness of a womb
Into brightness from the gloom
But life’s journey always ends
Within the blackness of a tomb
A lost love once made me cry
I had seen my chance pass by
Death’s sweet voice entrances
She smiles and she advances
And my spirit she will cradle
She gives no second chances
I had flattered to deceive
I was reluctant to believe
I dug my head into the sand
I destroyed the promised land
Became the master of remorse
But still I did not understand
Now a resting place I crave
Far away beyond the grave
Death’s sweet voice is pleading
She’ll give me what I’m needing
And my spirit she will cradle
To stop my soul from bleeding
I had lived with morbid fears
Through the adolescent years
False dreams of immortality
Success a mere formality
But floundered in my apathy
With comfort zone mentality
But now I cease to weep
The tears no longer seep
Death’s sweet voice is calling
To free me from life’s mauling
And my spirit she will cradle
As into her arms I’m falling
I had seen my bridges burned
And my lessons duly learned
But I found the truth too late
And though I tried to mitigate
I faced the sabres of revenge
And the silenced guns of hate
Darkness closes in on day
And I will soon be on my way
Death’s sweet voice is singing
Her bells of freedom ringing
And my spirit she will cradle
To soothe away life’s stinging
I had dreamed of time beginning
And the universe was spinning
Before the quirks of evolution
Brought the ultimate solution
And the victims of misfortune
Were left seeking retribution
And so I must bid goodbye
My tears have now run dry
Death’s sweet voice is sighing
She is calm and pacifying
And my spirit she is cradling
As I’m laid here gently dying
Pondering the meaning of life - Wikipedia
Earlier on this year I came to the terrible realisation that what I had always thought of as love, had in fact been selfishness on my part! Imagine that, it took me almost half a century to figure that out… How thick can you get?
You must know those saying like:
My love for you is so deep that…
What I feel for you is so indescribable and blablablah…
Fair enough, what you are feeling is a wonderful experience, but it misses the point! The point is that you have to take your love out of yourself and bring it to its recipient. To my knowledge there does not yet exist a method for transferring this feeling directly to your lover. I wish there was… oh boy!
But until the happy moment when that process shall be discovered, I can only start by thinking how my being there affects the person that I love. By making my love selfless, I can strive to make a better world for this significant other, instead of merely exulting in my own sentiment.
This feeling of love can for me take epic proportions, but I now have to learn how to disregard it and act in such a way as to make my partner happy. I wrote an email to this effect to a lady that I love and she answered me: “Yeah,,, and?” I recognise that for most women this is self-evident and there are probably many men, who have figured this out long ago, not being as thick as I am…
But when I think about thickness, I think that there may be just one or two men, who might benefit from my words, hence this little article, which I hereby share with you!
You’ve been reading about her a lot and now here she is, for you all to admire:
And another one:
I want to save the world today, I shan’t exist any other way
I want to save the world from pain, To care that much will keep me sane
I want to mend a broken heart, Climb up the hill and let me start?
My sins have scared the devil away, come with me, I know the way
Trust me now, and shed your tears, tell me why you have such fears?
See these eyes, feed on this sorrow, we will make a plan for you tomorrow
Do I care or am I fake, does it matter, for heaven’s sake?
By: Gran (before dawn)
There is a lesson in this!
from Stupid Funny Pics
Somewhere between where the day and night so briefly meet, I slid into a the consciousness of one of my canine brothers, I melded with a wolf. It was only for a moment, but one can learn a lifetime of knowledge in a moment’s time… It felt strange and exhilarating to run like the wind on all fours, to feel an abundance of strength in my muscles and sinews, to move with supreme grace and without effort. I remember answering the call of the Moon, the boiling of my blood, the craving, the fearlessness.
I remember not thinking, just feeling, just being, just there. I was conscious of myself in relation to my surroundings, of space and time and movement, especially of movement. I could sense the living beings and their exact location in the surrounding landscape. As if I had a map in my mind’s eye and could place every living being in it. I felt instantaneously whether they formed a threat or were friendly and whether they were still or in motion, moving towards me or away from me…
I was connected, connected to the clan, with a communication of the spirit, that sprang from the mere fact that we are family and thus are linked, in the blood. I could sense my brother on my left and my sister on my right… and they in turn could sense me. In effect the whole clan knew where every other member was located on the hunting ground.
I could feel everything, because everything was alive, all beings, all things. First off all there was the clan and then the other blood-beings. Then there were the plants that felt slightly less alive, but not much! I could even feel the elders that were there already before us, our ancestors. And I felt the earth on which we ran and ran, and the still, patient rocks, and the living water, always moving. And then there were the strange things that were almost non-living, the man-made things, which felt somehow not quite right. As though they did not actually belong, as if they had been mislaid…
And then came the sense of smell… Everything I needed to know about my clan was bourne on the wind by their scent: Is my brother sick or in good health? Is he angry or content? Is my niece in heat…? And then there was the scent of the prey of course, most necessary and respected of beings, who help us survive… Who can run, but can not hide!
Yes, I had a good run with the clan, if only for a moment! And I respect and admire them all the more for it.
The Sound of Music, performed in the Antwerp Central Station, Belgium in front of unsuspecting travellers!
