Poem: Emerson on Gratitude
"For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Manifesting creation through love infestation.
"For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Beyond the iris captures all
All with whom light shares its power
Power concentrated in form of flower
Flower arranged like atoms of ours
Our selves left curious connected in strains
Strained to wonder if all will remain
The same in repeat or repeated defeat
The answer lay beneath the eyes
Within every tear of joyous cries
Reflecting eternity in love's return
Encapsulating the sea's roar with yearn
As the heart beats' strength brought her to me
The winds of Autumn carried sensuously
A seed of Heaven that rooted Your Humble
Our pasts burst forth another path for each other
Looking back at the future we outlasted our dreams
Our hearts mended minds' past memories
And when time returned entranced and paired
We spent every moment eternally shared
My eyes pry deep disguise none but in sleep
So the next time you look in mine be sure to speak
For the last moments wake may bring the truth you seek
This is a moment of truth
A moment for brute
Force in the youth
Imagine if joy sold
Every toy ever bought
Would it really change
All that time that you lost
Slaving your mind
With every day at the job
Do your children redeem
All those markets you fought
All the money you raised
Was it won or forgot?
Ten years gone by
Still standing in place
But if you keep on running
All you'll see is a chase
The future is gone
Withdrawn and replaced
It's all up to you
Which light will you face
When time comes to the door
Which path will you choose
A fan in the crowd
Or leading the race
My eyes pry deep disguise none but in sleep
So the next time you look in mine be sure to speak
For the last moments wake may bring the truth you seek
They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throatsMan hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin