wow, I mean wow
tears just came to my eyes from reading that
in comparison to mine, no, their is not comparison, yours is simply to good to be compared to mine, as doing such would be like trying to compare a slime covered snail (my poem) to a pure white Arabian Stallion in his prime (your poem)
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
I hate myself for
loving you
there is a fog i can't
see through
and though I've tryed
to break this chain
All I ever do is cause
more pain
I know its not healthy
I must be insane
But I can't seem to think
in my passion and pain
This love is a curse
and break it I cannot
my mind is a jail, and I the jailer
but the key has been lost to time
Every time I close my eyes
I see your angelic face
Oh how I long to hold you
and call you my own, my rose
Your lauphter is stronger than
my whiskey
intoxicating my heart and ensnaring
my soul
Grace and Beauty
Exceeded only by Class and Intelligence
A smile as Bright
To make the Sun sigh
Skin Glows like moonlit Snow
A Whisper, A breeze
Tree Gossip...
Ridiculous,
All very Obscene,
Fancy words with replaceable lovers.
Every soul is encased in skin!
Beauty of loving a Woman Lies not in her name,
Or her smile.
It is instead
The appreciation of who she is,
The process of loving her.
It matters not how her skin glows,
Unless you are truly looking at her.
The memory of love and life
Will cast a Shadow on her
Unless you love her Right Now.
