mandag den 25. januar 2010

Silence

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush'd—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free.
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyæna, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,—
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
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"Silence" by Thomas Hood

søndag den 24. januar 2010

Magic . . .

Have you ever woken up, looked at the time, and found something strange about your surroundings? Have you ever felt some special force comming up on you, just because you seem tired, and empty in your head.. or maybe just because the time says 00.00 ? what does 00.00 mean? it's the time of nothing.. the time of emptyness.. It's the time who starts a new day.. Nothing have happened jet.. you are blank.. and you can honestly say, "I haven't done anything today.. Nothing at all.." It's a strange feeling.. This little piece of magic.. I wonder.. Just a bit.. where this magic might come from..

fredag den 22. januar 2010

Bleeding River

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I know you've been hurt
Many a time before
Your heart bleeds rivers
Deep enough to drown

Thought i to be the one
To swim against the current
Swim against the force
The force that pulls one down

But no matter how hard i try
I can't seem to win this fight
I seem to be further behind
Than i was when i met you

I know that you'll choose
Where you want to be
Choose the heart of gold
And not the one for free
Choose the heart of the past
Belonging not to me

But no matter how hard i try
I can't seem to win this fight
I seem to be further behind
Than i was when i met you

No matter how hard i try
I can't seem to win this fight
I seem to be further behind
Than i was when i met you
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"Bleeding River" by Copper Wimmin

torsdag den 21. januar 2010

With Life always comes Death. .

Have you ever felt death as something near?
Is death familiar to you?
Do you fear it... or do you long for it?
Are you ready to give up your life, for the end you cannot escape?

I don't think anybody is ready.. It's rare to be ready.. To be ready you have to prepare yourself.. You have to know when it's comming.. You need to know if you are certain to get old... You need to know how many years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes.. and seconds, you have left... You need to know this, in form of disease.. Or maybe you already have decided on your own..
What if you long for death.. If death has becommed a desire.. A need.. Something you are just waiting for to happen..
This can sound crazy.. But what if it really isn't that crazy... ? What if the insanity is to remain alive ? What if life is the true challenge and death is the easy soluiton ? Would it be worth it to take the jump ? would it be worth fighting for ? ...