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What can I do but move
From folly to defeat,
And call that sorrow sweet
That teaches us to see
The final face of love
In what we cannot be?

from Richard Wilbur’s “Someone Talking to Himself” 

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looking above to the sky and seeing
nothing of himself. the stars that pass
as he gazes on a dark lonely night.
he lays on the soft, green grass and
his hands behind his head as he sighs
away the burdens and griefs of life.

he wishes this night will not end,
one night- as he wishes upon a star
shooting up a canvas black with dots.
the sudden brush strokes he thinks,
an inspiration that flourishes his
clever and artistic mind. he sighs.

no worries tonight, he wonders as
he inhales summer scents of grass, as
he listens to nature’s silent symphony, as
he caresses the crisp blades of grass, as
he reaches for the heavens effortlessly.
nothing can go wrong tonight. he sighs.

never has he seen a night so elegant,
so beautiful which lights up the dark.
the stars harmonically dancing above
making him adore its rare grace blushing
his glorification for the work of art.
he sighs at the magnificence presented.

as he lays on the earth, and graciously
adores the work of art that he has seen,
there is nothing to regret. all he can do
is be happy. he knows it is nothing to get
angry about because the world is big
and beautiful- the sky is glorious.

He sighs and smiles because all is well.

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I kinda hate my mind when it goes into a tangent thinking about a certain topic. It’s excruciating.

However, the things I must do I have to do it for myself. No one else.

What’s the point of doing great things in life if you can’t appreciate it yourself? Where’s the passion? Where’s the meaning?

I ask myself those questions periodically, more often than I should- even unconsciously knowing so.

But whatever. I know what I want and I know what I need. I know what I have to do and I know what I need to do.

It’s the burning question of passion and force, dream and reality that chars my soul.

A Kiss Behind the Barricades - David Rovics

whiferdill:

When the world has gone crazy
And it’s all becoming clear
When they’re gunning down our comrades
And it seems the end is near
As they’re loading up the launchers
For the tear gas grenades
We can take off our bandannas
And kiss behind the barricades

When it’s madness all around
You can see this at a glance
We will cry and we will sing,
We will laugh and we will dance
As they shout their marching orders
Beneath the helicopter blades
We will seize the moment
For a kiss behind the barricades

They will try to break our spirit
And at times they may succeed
But our love for the world
Is stronger than their greed
When the building is surrounded
And hope begins to fade
In my final hour
A kiss behind the barricades

As the movement grows
There will be hills and bends
But at the center of the struggle
Are your lovers and your friends
The more we hold each other up
The less we can be swayed
Here’s to love and solidarity
And a kiss behind the barricades