Far

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

3. Words

Its funny how words get in the way of what we want to say.
The spoken word only communicates so much.
Its easy to speak of tangible things. The chair is green. The book is heavy. Drive to the store. Subjects, nouns, verbs, adjectives. They seem to fall short though when talking about certain things. Fear, love, hope, stuggles, desires, feelings...
I fear that my words do more harm and less good than I would want for my life.
"When the fish is caught, the net is forgoten. When the animal is caught the snare is forgoten. When the idea is caught, the words are forgoten. Show me the man who has forgoten the words. He is the one with whom I wish to speak."
A. T. Elwer

Stuck

...in my head... "Grace, she carries a world on her hips No champagne flue for her lips No twirls or skips between her fingertips She carries a pearl in perfect condition What once was hurt What once was friction What left a mark no longer stings Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things"

Words

If I had a command of the english language then... A dictionary would be filled with soldiers for my army... My pen would be my personal weapon... I would only be limited by my ideas, and not my vocabulary...

Firby = Super Hampster

I swear it said "No Bueno" when I turn him upside down... Its kinda like a Super Hampster...

Looking

Let me do to you what the spring does to the cherry trees...

Pablo

"And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky." P. N.

Bruised by Cowardice

And as a man who unwills what he wills, changing his plan for every little thought till he withdraws from any kind of start So did I turn my mind on that dark verge, for thingking ate away th enterprise so prompt in the beginning set forth "If I have understood your words aright" repied the shade of that greathearted man, "your sprit has been bruised by cowardice, Which many a time so weighs a man's heart down it turns him from a glorius enterprise as shadows fool the horse that shies away...

The Writing on the Wall

Mene, Mene, Tekel, Uparsin.
"Numbered, Weighed, and Divided."
A hand appears in the court and begins writing on the the wall. Slowly in fear and wonder they read, M......E.......N.......E, mene? What does this mean they ask themselves. Mene like the small coin? The hand continues on, mene, mene tekel uparsin. Is this a debt owed, the price of something? The King at this point is more than troubled.
And then a boy steps foward
Mene, mene, sire. Your Days have been numbered.
Tekel, sire. You have been measured and found Wanting
Uparson. Divided, sire, your kingdom will be divided from you.
And all this came to pass that very night.

Have you seen the writing on the wall?

Nada será como antes... It will never be like it was before.

Sometimes I feel like the king. Exposed by the hand of another. Measured by so many and found wanting. People wanting to tear the kingdom around me down.
But when I think of Jesus saying these same words... I feel joy.
"Adam" He says. "I have numbered all the days of your life, your joy and your struggles, even the number of the hairs on your head. I know when you rise, and when you sleep, when you go in and come home. I know you in the valleys and the mountain tops. There is no where you can go to excape from my spirit. I have numbered you among those that love and follow me."
"And Adam" He says "I have measured you and found you faithful. I have seen the depth and the breath of who you are, and I love you still. Remeber that I have measured and layed out you course, I and no other. And that those who measured you and found you wanting were using a measure which is not mine."
"And yes Adam" He says "I am going to divide you from your kingdom. All that you've built, all that you've made, all that you've put your hand to by the sweat of your brow, I am going to divide you from it. In fact I've already started. Have you noticed how nothing quite seems to satisfy you? Some things come close, but eventually those seem to loose their luster. My child, if there is a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, perhaps it is because you were not meant for this world. Child let go of your kingdom, release you grip on every thing that you hold dear and sacred and come be a servant in my kingdom. Come be a child of the king. And all of this will change, you will change. And all those people you knew before and all those things you did before will be there when you get back, only... it will be you that has changed"
"Nothing will be like it was before."
"The old is gone and the new is comming"
-Adam 

Silence

The truth is in the prologue.  Death to the romantic fool,
to the expert in solitary confinement,
I’m the same as the teacher from Colombia,
the rotarian from Philadelphia, the merchant
from Paysandu who save his silver
to come here.  We all arrive by different streets,
by unequal languages, at Silence. - P.N.