Got No Friend Got No Lover

Aug 21

North country

If you’re traveling till the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was the true love of mine

See for me if her hair’s hanging down
It curls and flows all down her breast
See for me that her hair’s hanging down
That’s the way I remember her best

If you go when the snowflakes fall
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see for me if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds

If you’re traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Please say hello to the one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine

And if you’re traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine

True love of mine, a true love of mine
True love of mine, a true love of mine
A true love of mine, a true love of mine
She was once a true love of mine


 

Aug 03

"Thank You"

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look… see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness….I’m glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Apr 02

“Why do I love her so much? I mean what is it about her? I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever known. I think sometimes you get it right the first time and then it defines your life. It becomes who you are.” — A wayward traveler 

Mar 25

Where's Your Will to be Weird?: I meet you. Now I remember you. Pained of you. Hurled by you. I loved... -

gwenethsahn:

I meet you. Now I remember you. Pained of you. Hurled by you. I loved you. Mention you in every dream. Nights fade by and I always call your number. Days fade with others. The skys turn grey. Breeze over, cold, fine air. Raise a drink to the moon and remember you. Everything living slowly turns…

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Mar 15

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Mar 12

Ozymandias Melancholia: Ozymandias Melancholia -

state-of-soul:

“It’s a perfectly valid description of a particular phenomenon. It’s that sad and depressed feeling you get when you realize that no matter how great and majestic and important something is at the time, in time it’s going to pass. Just like the poem - eventually, time kills everything. It’s…

Mar 07

Fuck you

I will find you…I will figure it out…And when I do Im going to rip your fucking face off and beat you so bad that you will wish for an end…There are consequences to life and the decisions you make. 

Mar 05

sincere-blogging:

4eva crushin’

sincere-blogging:

4eva crushin’

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Mar 02

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

From “Wind”
The Hawk in the Rain, 1957

She wanted the silent heraldryOf the purple beach by the noble wall.He wanted Cabala the ghetto demonWith its polythene bag full of ashe