The Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,
long I stood And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other,
as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that,
the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves
no step had trodden black Oh,

I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood,
and I -- I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Think Carefully

when we wake up in the morning , we have two simple choices , Go back to sleep & dream or wake up & chase those dream ... Choice is yours
Time is like a river , you cannot touch the same water twice , Because the flow that passed will never pass again .... Enjoy every moment of your life
There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams & hug them for real ... Always Express you real love to others
Schools Now is : A place where Papa pays & Son plays .
When you live in a society where people look at your brain , you wouldn't care about your feet

On Joy and sorrow

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

On Death

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Tunnel of Love

Getting crazy on the waltzers but its life that choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I dont know Ill be tonight but Id always tell you where I am

In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the race just like me she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And Im just high on the wold
Come on and take a low with ma girl
On the tunnel of love

Its just the danger when youre riding at your own risk

She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby lets keep it like this
Its just a cakewalk twisting baby step right up and say
Hey mister give me two give me two cos two can play

And the big wheel on turning neon burning up above
And Im just high on the world
Come on and take the low ride with me girl
On the tunnel or love

Well its been money for muscle another whirligig
Money for muscle another girl I dig
Another hustle just to make it big
And rockaway rockaway

And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we where kids
Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we where kids

She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay

And the big wheel keep on turning neon up above
And Im high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love



And now Im searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bat out to rockaway

And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we where kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we where kids

Life without you is not life

but a nightmare

A nightmare that eats my skin

little by little

A nightmare

that pricks my soul

u n t i l I f e el

n o m o r e

L i f e i s n o t l i f e,

w i t h o u t y o u

Shade

here you are

the broken shadow

of the child you once were

and you look so deeply

to try and see your reflection

but there’s nothing there

but broken glass

your breathing gets out of control

and the tears start to flow

down your cheeks and into your mouth

but they taste so bitter

as bitter as the needle

pale and alone

you are nothing

but the broken shadow

of the child you once were

but that child is now lost

and stumbles around with her eyes gouged out

now you’re bleeding on the floor

and you pray to the blade

pray for it to kill you

but you are god-forsaken

and the crucifix around your neck

starts to fade away

How I Became A Madman

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed,

blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief

the end with no beginning

you tell me
the beginning of your music
has no end

you tell me
your music is eternal

I tell you
the end of my music
has no beginning

I must tell you
my music ended
when yours began
my music ends
when yours begins
my music will end
definitely and decidedly
and elegiacally
when your music will begin

your heart is already singing
a sweet love song with no end
eternal bliss
while my song ends
before it begins