My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.

  Zwevend over een golf van leegte,
balancerend op de balans van
wijsheid en zonde.
Zal de heilige nacht ons bedriegen
met dromen over regen en geuren?
 

I live in a house with a mouse

A wise man makes his own decisions,
an ignorent man follows the public opinion

Sitting alone.......
in my dark creepy room..........
and that abhorrent feeling
is eating my soul.................

It really hurts
when you feel you are alone...............
still waiting..
for some one to come and knock your door...........
or even give you a call...............
still waiting..
for someone to help you through it all....
still waiting..
for someone who can prevent the fall of your soul...........

I cant understand
people anymore...........
and i have a desire
to crush them all...............

I want to fly to another palce
that is safe.....and warm......
where i can find a friend to tell me:
never frown...............
cause you are not alone.........anymore...

Het feit dat een gelovige gelukkiger is

dan een skepticus is net zo'n onzin

als het feit dat een dronkeman gelukkiger is

dan iemand die niet gedronken heeft.

Een leven in de duisternis, zo koud als een kerstochtend.

Schijnend in eenzaamheid
zal de maan oogsten.

http://www.ubuntu-nl.org/

Ik betwijfel of ik door het lezen van gedichten het leven ook maar heel even heb begrepen,
 maar dan denk ik maar dat niet lezen nog leger is dan lezen in en over de leegte.
Maar ergens moet het leven zich toch schuilhouden?

How does it feels?

Niets doet meer kwaad in een staat
dan dat men list voor wijsheid houdt

Francis Bacon 1561-1626

http://www.thepixelplant.net/dmf/dmf.html

Gedachten ontkrachten

Atomic boobs

All children are born atheist
So they've got to be taught
The church will gladly give a list
Of ways to murder thought.
The most important thing to know
That he's a little sinner.
So many dogmas to bestow
To instruct the beginner
Tell each that god will answer prayer,
And miracles are real.
And devils wait to trip and snare
so fight them off with zeal.
Believe this stuff and don't ask why
Never, never reason!
Your priest or preacher is the guy
In charge of all adhesion.
He promises to train each child
So he will never stray,
Must get them early so they're styled
To trust, give, and obey.