Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
do not stand at my grave and weep i am not there. i do not sleep. i am a thousand winds that blow i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain i am the gentle autumn rain. when you awaken in the morning’s bush, i am the swift uplifting...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
remember me when i am gone away, gone far away into the silent land; when you can no more hold me by the hand, nor i half turn to go yet turning stay. remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you planned: only remember me; you understand it...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
i have existed since the beginning. in the heart of industrial machinery where the machines of desire live, trapped, alone and out of control. yes, out of control. in juxtaposition to the remaining years of the twentieth century. and there, snipers prowl the rooftops...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
we are the hollow men we are the stuffed men leaning together headpiece filled with straw. alas! our dried voices, when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass or rats’ feet over broken glass in our dry cellar. shape without form,...