such a dark poetry from Blake... politics and country divided
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
I think there's something kind of magical about the idea of a myth. I didn't used to, not before I knew you. I looked at you and thought that there must be some truth to you, but I know now that most of how you've constructed yourself is just a lie.
That sounds bitter. Lies and myths are not the same thing.
It's disappointing that who I thought you were isn't true.
[Kate] one word.com
The system was oppressive
But she would not give up
She would not give in
She kept dancing
To the drumbeat in her head
To the salsa, to the rumba
Spinning in red
Laughing in lavender
She kept her arms open
Into the dance
[Teal] one word.com
word gems from one word.com, ..... random associations
Sometimes I feel like I am overflowing with empathy. I can feel the world's pain as if it were my own. I cry about things that aren't sad. I understand too much, or at least I think I do.[Lauren] oneword.com
My mother used to tell me of elaborate horses that would travel down from the heavens deep into her REM schedule on any given evening. They'd deliver messages from a man who calls himself "GOD; galloping rhythmically through each mental vibration, telling her she'd been saved. Hallelujah!
[bridgie] from oneword.com
what a difference a camera makes... this is taken with the Canon G-5 in 2004
orchid, a shape in space by Gary Hume: it reminds me of a blueprint, a design. Perhaps this is how God, or animals, view the plant: an outline. It also makes me think of people, how we meet them as a mere outline, how they are created as a mere ouline, and are filled by interaction with the world.
[Sam Drew] one word.com
The comma stood there, right in between one thought and another, and he just couldn't produce a single clause to connect. And yet, he had left the sentence so open, so dangling, that he felt as if he had to finish the thought. [blue diamonds]