Who knows if the moon'sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky--filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe'd...
Awake,chaos:we have napped.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?
A pretty girl, who naked isis worth a million statues
I think you will be tired of tellingme & my dreams to go to hell
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth...
may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Since the thing perhaps isto eat flowers and not to be afraid
I don't like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It's a constant battle. a war between remembering and forgetting.
Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.
sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love(all the merry little birds areflying in the floating in thevery spirits singing inare winging in the blosso...
a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man
Love being such, or such,the normal corners of your heartwill never guess how muchmy wonderful jealousy is dark
Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can loveand who shall be continually reborn, a human being.
Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and d...
his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine
Pity this busy monster, manunkind'pity this busy monster, manunkind,not. Progress is a comfortable disease:your victim (death and life safely beyond)plays with the bigness of his littleness--- electro...