The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Sink and Think


Docks like our feet there in the water.
As we dip our legs into the thinking pool,
Take off, take off, all your worries.
Leave behind your city clothes and hurries.
Leave firm foot of land and come
With me and stand upon our kingdom
Of sea script blue ink. We’ll sink and think. 
Sink and think. 

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Monday, 17 December 2012

Boys Don’t Cry


What is the greater force? 
When a man holds back his tear,
And a women lets hers tear. 
Like the weight of a river against a dam, 
Or the force of the river burst from a dame. 
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