On the red bench
beneath the faded lights,
I still count the countless lies
grew from your twisted mind.
Under the old ground
between the yellow lines,
I smell love;
oh, the painful love.
One by one
on a moonless night,
I conclude between
the terror black and the tasteless white.
Craving and waiting
for those gracious gaze,
melting and bending
my broken skull.
Does the sky still fall
in the twilight nights?
Oh yes,
the ignorance
still penetrates your
bitter thoughts
forever long.
S
“They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants, they just know, and therefore, I’ve concluded weeds must have brains.”
Hah… This is just too cool to be true!
I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I was born in this month or if it’s the breathtaking redness of the leaves, but the beautiful month of October has always been my favorite time of the year… That in itself gives me a great excuse to share this beautiful Robert Frost poem, “October“, with y’all…
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
Enjoy the rest of the month!
S
“Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands – and then eat just one of the pieces.”
– Can I have a cigarette?
– Yes, sure!
– I’m not a bum, you know? I’m just trying to quit.
– Great, is that an acoustic guitar on your back?
– Yes, it is.
– Do you mind if I play some?
– Yes, I actually do. This is like my baby.
– Understandable!
– Thank you for the smoke.
– Oh, no problem.
– Just be happy that you don’t know somebody like me in your life. Have fun with your lady friend.
– Thanks!
I heart New York City’s architecture… I heart Lego and Chris’ genius mind even more!
“The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions which have been hidden by the answers.”
Like it or not, I got a year older last weekend. I opened my eyes in the early hours of the day, smelled the coffee and realized how grateful one could be for being surrounded by many people whose smile and only that can be the biggest gift one could wish for.
The major plans for the year to come are to keep my days free of irrelevant activities and to focus on the simple things around me, as I believe the important things tend not to be the complicated ones. The main goal, however, is to make myself and the ones around me merrier.
My lovely readers, all our dreams can still come true!
Always,
S
The *west* side of the avenue!
