The heart gives up its dead

LOVE

LOVE - What is love? A great and aching heart
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life- what is? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.



Robert Louis Stevenson

In their double shade

like two ghosts before the eye

(...)

A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.

A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.



Dylan Thomas, A Process in the Weather of the Heart

Lost Girls (Series)

Feelin' low as the ground

(...)

Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around... around
I'm waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away



From:Black coffee

How Slow the Moments Go

I'm talking to the shadows

(...)

I'm talking to the shadows from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

(...)


From: Black coffee

A Ballad Of Lost Girls

Black Coffee

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee

Love's a hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

(...)


From:
Black coffee
Written by Solomon Burke / P.F. Webster, originally performed by Ella Fitzgerald and others

Ghost Girl

You can't take less

Alice: I've had nothing yet, so I can't take more.

The Hatter: You mean you can't take less; it's very easy to take more than nothing.




Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Keep away the Masquerade

You promised me poems

(...)

Dreamed of ringing voices,
And contemplated choices.
Taste like a real kiss,
To heighten my awareness.
With all fairness, greatness with gratitude.
And simply riled with attitude

(...)

Dreamed of ringing voices,
And you promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems


Neraly God, Poems

It will be EASY

You can sleep in my bed

Well, i say come for the week,
You can sleep in my bed
And pass trough my life
Like a dream trough my head
It will be EASY.
I will make it EASY



Graffiti, Anonymous

Where shall I begin

Begin at the beginning

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. "Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?" he asked.

"Begin at the beginning," the King said gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop."



Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 12

Stars shine like eyes

We sailed through endless skies

We sailed through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs

The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears

Light of the night

The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze in orbital ways

While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks dawn from night

And so we pass on by
The crimson eye of great god Mars
As we travel the universe





Black Sabbath, “Planet Caravan“