Impermanence of life

by on Dec.31, 2016, under Life, missflora, poetry, reprise, Thoughts



– 老占

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so i hear they sing.

by on Dec.15, 2015, under poetry, quote

Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber maids.
Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace.
And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain
to engrossing death.
Come, bitter conduct,
come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks
thy seasick, weary bark.
Here’s to my love…..

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catch me. if you can.

by on Oct.01, 2013, under poetry, quote



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Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, nothing is perfect

by on Jan.28, 2013, under blahblahblah, Photography, poetry



photos: David Sharma

釋懷於 未曾流連的存在

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Do not stand at my grave and weep

by on Aug.14, 2011, under poetry

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 hush
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.


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from wilderness.

by on Jul.13, 2010, under poetry

I think I was once
I think we were

Your milk is my wine
My silk is your shine


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from wilderness

by on Jun.08, 2010, under poetry

Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
w/your dark slumber

Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
on the strangled shore

Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & Roll Wars

– Jim Morrison

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!! summer

by on Jun.01, 2010, under Photography, poetry, quote

We can do it on a sunny
floor w/friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs screaming w/mirth
glad in the guilt of our
. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change


photos: Toni Raquel & Zoe Anastacia

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No Respect

by on Mar.19, 2010, under poetry, reading

New & Selected, by Gerard Malanga

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Days of avoiding lunch for a phone-call

by on Mar.16, 2010, under poetry

Days of nothingness
Days of clear skies the temperature descending
Days of no telephone calls or all the wrong ones
Days of complete boredom and nothing
is happening

Days of 1967 coming to a close in the frigid condition of chest
cold and cough

Days of afternoons in the life of a young girl
not being on time

Days of daydreams exploding
Days of utter frustration
Days of my film being cursed and myself
with the curse never lifting

Days of closed windows to keep the cold
out the livingroom warm

Days of avoiding lunch for a phone-call
with change of plans for the day

Days of posting letters
Days of no mail today
Days of fatigue and amphetamine highs
Days of Charles Edward Ives
Days of the 4:00 pm doldrums
Days of wonder drugs to challenge the common cold
Days of utter frustration
Days of forgetting

Days of Rome, Gerard Malanga

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