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Amor Vincit Omnia

mono no aware

Name:
J Maddox
*exposition of my internal monologue:

i'm finding time planning the rest of my life whenever
i can spare a moment with a glass of wine or a pint and the people i love.
i'm going to be a full-time student when/if i grow up.
i pretend not to be shy, but i really am.
my room is always a mess but i am obsessive/compulsive about organizing.
music is my life, which is why i love to spend 10 hours a day thinking/breathing/doing it.
i like to work in contradictions and extremes in order to find the important stuff in between;
i can admit to my own follies and naivete.

i live to eat.

i really live to eat.


And when I'm uninhibited I'm loud. Don't tell anyone.



monkays for peace

99% reality, 12% what goes on in my head.




comment if you think you're ready for this



The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind I was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.




Music is another Planet. - Alphonse Daudet





No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan eñ fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño



-Pablo Neruda




Herr, nun lässest du deinen Diener
In Frieden fahren, wie du verheißen hast.
Denn mein Auge hat deinen Heiland gesehn,
den du bereitet vor allen Völkern,
dass er ein Licht sei den Heiden,
und zu Preis und Ehre deines Volkes Israel.

Ehre sei dem Vater, und dem Sohne,
und dem heiligen Geist,
wie es war zu Anfang, jetzt und immerdar,
und von Ewigkeit zu Ewigkeit.


Amen.




I wanna hear a poem
where ideas
kiss similes so deeply
that metaphors get jealous,
where the subject matters
so much that adjectives start holding
pronoun rallies at city hall.

-Steve Colman




If Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?
If a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the Pain, so soft is the Dart,
That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart.




don't look at me the way you do, with that stare of yours on that face of yours. don't give me those puppy blue eyes and that i need i want you set of lips. I don't need that sucide, tagged grand theft love. i don't want you looking at me like i'm looking at you, like two thieves who come looking for my heart. i don't want to see no blue skies or deep blue seas. i don't want no second-hand kisses and three day old hugs. i don't want no silent reservations no modest inclinations no nothingness besides. let me feel your heart beating like my heart beating, your blood flowing with my blood without anticipation, your breath carrying the last inhalation. it's alive, damn it, alive I said, alive. i want that apple pie in the sky with all the little goldfish and castles and jellybeans and gumdrops you could ever hold




Come the Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held up and your eyes open,
With the grace of an adult, not the
grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and
futures have
A way of falling down
in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even
sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and
decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure....

That you really are strong
That you really have worth.
And you learn and learn....

With every goodbye you learn.


-Kara DiGiovanna



Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.


-Mary Schmich



Let two trees entwine their growth, branches, roots structures, essences. When you uproot one and move it, the other will inevitably be hurt, or die. Thus is the way of human interconnectedness.


rambling

I'm going to see what I can never see and go where I can never go to find what I can never find to hold what I can never hold. And perhaps slumber where I can never rest to dream what I can never dream, the impossible, it may seem.


We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.

Arthur O'Shaunessey



High Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--wheeled, and soared, and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


-John Gillespie Magee, Jr.


Come away with me and take my breath away, and blind me with the simplicity of your beauty...




maybe our love transcends time and space; before i even knew to love, i did, out of my heart, genuine love, innocent, pure, because i was not looking for it and i was never looking for it and i found it and it found me, and once i found it, it was mine, it was ours...

so keep my words close to you, when i say that our love was a love that goes beyond time or space or anything else you can hold in your hand it goes beyond anything, that all my heart, all my soul, all my life has been looking for this, this love that it can never truly grasp and yet yearns for it, holding onto it as humanly possible, burning to the very core of me, burning through all of me, the pain, the pleasure of the pain that exudes through me and touches each of my senses and escapes my body and holds me, and suffocates me, until i can breathe, with new gills, new lungs, a new heart, a new soul and i have a new life, a new body to share everything with your new body to share, your new life to hold, against mine, and my new heart, and my new soul, and my new voice that sears the open sky and lashes out in red embers, ashen clouds falling from the sky and raining down on our rebirth




-JJ




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for a starving college musician




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feed the monkey






Never have i ever...


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