Words are Everything

"Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons

Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his Summer song

Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.

The poison of the Snake and Newt

Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy and Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight.

Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night.

I have shuddered at it,

I shudder no more.

I could be martyred for my religion.

Love is my religion

and I could die for that.

I could die for you.

My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

–John Keats

Letter to Fanny Brawne (13 October, 1819)(Keats Selected love letters)

~ My words

RIP Mathew Perry

You will be remembered as the witty, sarcastic Chandler Bing. Always.

DOB: 16th August 1969

DOD: 28th October 2023

My writing inspiration for this evening...

There is something primal about making an outdoor fire pit, then sitting back gazing deep into it as you think. You take in the earthy woody scent, listen to the soft crackling, and hear the birds chirping (you'll be able to hear them too), and you're immediately transported into a calm nostalgic frame of mind.

"I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result, you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say but I shall still be,

Your affectionate Godfather,

C. S. Lewis.

(Book: Letters of C. S. Lewis)

Thinking about you,

I've been thinking lately,

You're somebody I don't wanna lose...

You are far away,

But no measure of time would ever wane the loss I feel.

You are far away,

I try not to think.

But the distance echos within me like a siren, stealing my sleep.

You are far away,

But your absence, your silence, now feels like a lifetime....

~my words