Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
amaranthine
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Make Time.
I’ll take you swimming follow me.
Make time when there is none, for the sea
I’ll keep on living incomplete,
As long as I still wake up from my dreams.
They’ll see the end of our own street,
We don’t make time where there is none, move your feet!
I’ll build you a boat out of lightning and fill it with pearls, we’ll float worlds end and touch in return just to prove the impossible possible; sure you’ll be there where our time comes.
You feel the same thing we’re waiting and waiting, and stop, I feel faint from accepting this terrible loss in time you thought you’d say its just gone; we’ll make time when there is none!
Build you a boat with big diamonds and fill it with stars, hear the base drums so far off. Be there tomorrow get some rest all that’s left a few hundred miles we’ll make time when there is none!
You feel the same thing we’re waiting and waiting, and stop, I feel faint from accepting this terrible loss in time you thought you’d say its just gone; we’ll make time when there is none!
You feel the same thing we’re waiting and waiting, and stop, I feel faint from accepting this terrible loss in time you thought you’d say its just gone; we’ll make time when there is none!
--- DarkDarkDark
Make time when there is none, for the sea
I’ll keep on living incomplete,
As long as I still wake up from my dreams.
They’ll see the end of our own street,
We don’t make time where there is none, move your feet!
I’ll build you a boat out of lightning and fill it with pearls, we’ll float worlds end and touch in return just to prove the impossible possible; sure you’ll be there where our time comes.
You feel the same thing we’re waiting and waiting, and stop, I feel faint from accepting this terrible loss in time you thought you’d say its just gone; we’ll make time when there is none!
Build you a boat with big diamonds and fill it with stars, hear the base drums so far off. Be there tomorrow get some rest all that’s left a few hundred miles we’ll make time when there is none!
You feel the same thing we’re waiting and waiting, and stop, I feel faint from accepting this terrible loss in time you thought you’d say its just gone; we’ll make time when there is none!
You feel the same thing we’re waiting and waiting, and stop, I feel faint from accepting this terrible loss in time you thought you’d say its just gone; we’ll make time when there is none!
--- DarkDarkDark
Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
narrow
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Working as a metalsmith's apprentice
my first attempt at welding
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
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Cantares… (Songs….Machado’s Testament)
All goes, and all remains
but our task is to go,
to go creating roads
roads through the sea.
My songs never chased
after glory to remain
in human memory.
I love the subtle worlds
weightless and charming,
worlds like soap-bubbles.
I like to see them, daubed
with sunlight and scarlet,
quiver, under a blue sky,
suddenly and burst…
I never chased glory.
Traveller, the road is only
your footprint, and no more;
traveller, there’s no road,
the road is your travelling.
Going becomes the road
and if you look back
you will see a path
none can tread again.
Traveller, every track
leaves its wake on the sea…
roads through the sea.
My songs never chased
after glory to remain
in human memory.
I love the subtle worlds
weightless and charming,
worlds like soap-bubbles.
I like to see them, daubed
with sunlight and scarlet,
quiver, under a blue sky,
suddenly and burst…
I never chased glory.
Traveller, the road is only
your footprint, and no more;
traveller, there’s no road,
the road is your travelling.
Going becomes the road
and if you look back
you will see a path
none can tread again.
Traveller, every track
leaves its wake on the sea…
Once in this place
where bushes now have thorns
the sound of a poet’s cry was heard
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
Step by step, line by line…
The poet died far from home.
Shrouded by dust of a neighbouring land.
At his parting they heard him cry:
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
Step by step, line by line…
When the goldfinch can’t sing,
when the poet’s a wanderer,
when nothing aids our prayer.
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
where bushes now have thorns
the sound of a poet’s cry was heard
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
Step by step, line by line…
The poet died far from home.
Shrouded by dust of a neighbouring land.
At his parting they heard him cry:
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
Step by step, line by line…
When the goldfinch can’t sing,
when the poet’s a wanderer,
when nothing aids our prayer.
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
Step by step, line by line.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
nomadic winter
Traveling forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
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