Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist But that I give to things in exchange for the pleasure they give me. It means nothing. So why do I say about...
The first night They approach And pick a flower from our garden And we don’t say anything. The second night, No longer hiding, they Stomp on the flowers, kill our dog, And we don’t say anything. Until one day The weakest of them Enters our house alone Robs us of light, and, Knowing our fear, Take the voice from...
Be good, be good, be always good, And now & then be clever, But don’t you ever be too good, Nor ever be too clever; For such as be too awful good They awful lonely are, And such as often clever be Get cut & stung & trodden on by persons of lesser mental...
Do not love half lovers Do not entertain half friends Do not indulge in works of the half talented Do not live half a life and do not die a half death If you choose silence, then be silent When you speak, do so until you are finished Do not silence...
Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears. Show them how to cry when pets and...
I'm writing again because of need the time is 5 am the only thing that's left standing in the world is you What should I do with their honours the theatrical words inside the screen of my mind paper-made dead idols Love me, as much as you can, love me When looking inside the...
But at nights (Tassos Leivaditis) And look, we got here without luggage but with such a beautiful moon And I dreamed of a better world Poor humanity, you couldn’t write even one more chapter Like a piece of wood from a sad shipwreck our elder continent travels But at nights...
Many years after Sin which they called Virtue in the churches and which they blessed. The tempest that man's mind shall give birth to sweeping away relics of old stars and cobwebbed corners of the sky. And Creation paying for the works of thd ancient...
I thank all those who laughed at my dreams; You have inspired my imagination. I thank all who wanted to squeeze me into their scheme; They have taught me the value of freedom. I thank all who have lied to me; You have shown me the power of truth. I thank...
The following poem is written by Hazel Dyer , mother of Wayne Dyer , to her son WAYNE A mother can but guide ...
