Touch me deep...

[Chantilyvamp]

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.
~ by John Keats ~


Soul meets soul on lover's lips.
~ by Percy Bysshe Shelly ~

Seduce my mind and you can have my body,
Find my soul and I'm yours forever.
~ by Anonymous ~

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
~ by Bruce Lee ~

I have loved to the point of madness;
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love.
~ by F. Sagan ~

 

[Guest]

on a day when absolutely everything was going wrong...

an unexpected text message
just saying

"i love you"

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Don't you ever wonder,
Maybe if things had been slightly different
You could be somebody else
Don't you wonder, maybe. . .
If you took a left turn instead of taking a right,
You could be somebody different
Don't you ever wonder. . . Could I have been . . . ?

~Dave Matthews Band

 

[Nirvanadragones]

When we begin to practice [mindfulness] we see through our pursuit of outward things, the false gods of pleasure and security. We have to stop gobbling this and pursuing that in our shortsighted way, and simply relax into the cocoon, into the darkness of the pain that is our life… When we’re perfectly willing to be there—when we’re willing for life to be as it is, embracing both life and death, pleasure and pain, good and bad, comfortable in being both—then the cocoon begins to dissolve.

~ Charlotte Joko Beck

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

The Administration of Justice
A L Kennedy

Not long after I met her, I gave away all of my clothes. Coming home form our first proper evening with nobody there but ourselves, I knew I just wouldn't do as I was.

That night I got undressed with the lights off and climbed into bed in the snug slow way i was used to, so that I would be comfortable, but I cold not be at ease. Although we had hardly been intimate -- had barely touched -- my skin and sheets my pillows and my brain smelt of her. The whole mattress was roaring beneath me with the rhythm of her walk and I couldn't sleep. So at some point between my lying down and morning I realised that I could never wear my old clothes again. Everything around me was changing and waiting for me to do the same.

 

[cloudy]

for those who tell me to consider myself "American," and only that; for those who tell me to assimilate, to forget those who walked before:

"The power and the ways are given to us to be passed on to others. To think anything else is pure selfishness. We get more by giving them away, and if we do not give them away, we lose them." ~ Frank Fools Crow

 

[Byron In Exile]

Mad Girl's Love Song
By Sylvia Plath


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Thank you.

It's been a while.

 

[Byron In Exile]

for those who tell me to consider myself "American," and only that; for those who tell me to assimilate, to forget those who walked before:

"The power and the ways are given to us to be passed on to others. To think anything else is pure selfishness. We get more by giving them away, and if we do not give them away, we lose them." ~ Frank Fools Crow

Cloudy, the Icelandic Sagas, and the Native ways, tell the same stories.

There is no "us and them."

We are going to the same place.

 

[TheHeinz57]

Ludwig van Beethoven's symphony No. 9...it touches me to my core

Coming from an 18 year old classic rock junkie that's one of the strangest things I've said in my whole life

 

[Byron In Exile]

Ludwig van Beethoven's symphony No. 9...it touches me to my core

Coming from an 18 year old classic rock junkie that's one of the strangest things I've said in my whole life

Well, it's an hour and a half. Nobody can sit that long just listening to music anymore. Or, few people, I should say.

He imangined it all, or "pictured it" as we might say, without hearing. Then, he wrote the notes out, or what he thought they should be, and sent them to a printer.

He was present at the first rehearsal, to count the tempos.

One soprano later related that he seemed at times confused as to where they were in the score.

At the end of it all, the audience erupted in such a prolonged applause that he had to be brought out of the pit. And it was only then that he could see, because he could not hear it, the thunderous applause at the end of this premier of his best composition.

He could see the people clapping, although he could not hear them.

That is why Beethoven's 9th Symphony is so moving.

Beethoven never got to hear it.

 

[Byron In Exile]

When I listen to Beethoven's 9th Symphony, I listen to it from beginning to end. If anyone asks if I can turn it down, I say no. I cannot turn it down. I can turn it off, if you insist, but I cannot turn it down.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Anyone who hears Beethoven's 9th Symphony should thank God they can hear it.

Because Beethoven never did.

 

[scheherazade_79]

I don't normally get touched by compliments from guys, but that one touched me extremely deep. Thank you

 

[cloudy]

Cloudy, the Icelandic Sagas, and the Native ways, tell the same stories.

There is no "us and them."

We are going to the same place.

I agree, but I also refuse to forget.

 

[lesbiaphrodite]

What touches me deep is watching re-plays of old Mikey Tyson fights where he performed TKOs the likes of which are astonishing.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I agree, but I also refuse to forget.

Watch closely. Assimilation works both ways. It may not seem so but slowly, so slowly the Land will act on its inhabitants, it's "new" inhabitants, so that in another ten thousand years It will have regained Its own. This is the unheard message of the Seventh Generation. "Assimilation works both ways."

 

[cloudy]

Watch closely. Assimilation works both ways. It may not seem so but slowly, so slowly the Land will act on its inhabitants, it's "new" inhabitants, so that in another ten thousand years It will have regained Its own. This is the unheard message of the Seventh Generation. "Assimilation works both ways."

Have you read the prophecies? They're all from different tribes, but they all say that eventually the old ways will return to this land, and the four different people united.

I especially love this quote:

"I will follow the white man's trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to his burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways, then I will prepare the way for my children, and their children. The Great Spirit has shown me - a day will come when they will outrun the white man in his own shoes." ~ Many Horses, Oglala Holy Man

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Have you read the prophecies? They're all from different tribes, but they all say that eventually the old ways will return to this land, and the four different people united.

I especially love this quote:

"I will follow the white man's trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to his burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways, then I will prepare the way for my children, and their children. The Great Spirit has shown me - a day will come when they will outrun the white man in his own shoes." ~ Many Horses, Oglala Holy Man

Not all of them. They aren't all that easy to find if you don't have a mentor but I believe that I understand the gist of it all. That's why I posted what I did.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I was standing on my screened porch feeling the rain

 

[Nirvanadragones]

There's a mysterious illness that I carry with me, whose symptoms flare up from time to time, though they're mercifully rare these days. It's not a medical condition, I don't think, but it feels like a disease to me: sudden bouts of grief and anger, completely out of proportion to the events that trigger them, and a frightening desire to dismantle anything good I've built. The shrink probed my childhood for closet skeletons and found essentially nothing; the best name she could come up with for my condition was "mild depression." Ah well.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I agree, but I also refuse to forget.

Vengeance is an Icelandic theme.

Read the sagas: it went on from generation to generation.

Great stories.

All of it completely futile.

Payback for what your grandfather did to my grandfather.

It never ends, it multiplies.

The farther back you go in history, the greater the debt owed by the descendent of the wrongdoer.

And the descendent knows nothing of any of it, being an innocent child.

The wrongs of the fathers cannot be blamed upon their sons.

Ever.

Else, we should utterly destroy this world.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I agree, but I also refuse to forget.

You can harbor hatred for people who you meet in the street for things done by other people hundreds of years ago.

You can do that.

But that is finding hatred in history books and projecting it into the present, where we are now.

When you attack a white person, how do they know that you regard them as a symbol of oppression?

They're just a person.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I especially love this quote:

You do not understand.

You should see this film: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112817/

 

[Byron In Exile]

You do not understand.

You should see this film: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112817/

That is actually one of the greatest movies ever.

But it will never win any awards.

It's that good.

"What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?"

I never heard such a line in a film. Seriously.

This is a movie about death.

It's about the death of an "American" guided by native American ways.

All because a native American thinks he's in the presence of a great English poet.

 

[Byron In Exile]

I would honor a friend that would dress my bark in cedar boughs.

That would be quite a friend.

That friend is Nobody.