More Strong than Time

Posted by Maverick ~ on July 5, 2017
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More Strong than Time
Victor Hugo

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it,
And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;

Since it was given to me to hear on happy while,
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,
Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile,
Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;

Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,
A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always,
Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime’s stream,
Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;

I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours,
Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old,
Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers,
One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.

Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet;
My heart has far more fire than you can frost to chill,
My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.

Vulture ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on June 30, 2017
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Vulture
Robinson Jeffers

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, ‘My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.’ But how
beautiful
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
sea-light
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes–
What a sublime end of one’s body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.

The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on June 27, 2017
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The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
by Charles Bukowski

if I suffer at this
typewriter
think how I’d feel
among the lettuce-
pickers of Salinas?
I think of the men
I’ve known in
factories
with no way to
get out-
choking while living
choking while laughing
at Bob Hope or Lucille
Ball while
2 or 3 children beat
tennis balls against
the wall.
some suicides are never
recorded.

Kappa ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on June 26, 2017
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The Kappa is a creature in Japanese Folklore. In places where it is rumored to roam, warning signs have been placed to ward away children and tourists. Kappa’s are water demons with incredible elastic arms. They lure people to their pools and drown them to eat them. There are two ways to stop this demon from eating you. The only thing they love to eat more than human flesh (particularly the livers) are cucumbers. They even sneak out of their habitat just to get a cucumber. Just carve your name and birth date in a cucumber and when they eat it, they’ll have to leave you alone. Another way is to take advantage of the hollow in their head. This hollow contains water. This water gives them their power. If you find a way to make them bow, the water will spill out and he will be powerless. *

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