fuck yeah dirty verses

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” : Allen Ginsberg I was once a scribbler of the dirty verses. Now i am a voyage. i am the collapsing air. now i am a star gazer. current project: art researcher and scout for rumbleArt.

[ophelia-network]

Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.

Robert Louis Stevenson (via ophelia-network)

[fuckyeahdirtyverses]

The Westward Butterfly

A bow ridding butterfly

Caught in her own cocoon

A cage made of umbilical cord

Voice muffled in amniotic fluid

She sat in a pine meadow

With a crow from the east

Singing about ancient worlds

They shared a vodka feast

Time caught in eternal embrace

Wings shone golden glow

Music entered the northern forest

Eyes dimmed yet little hearts flow

Fear trickled down through canopy

There was noise in valley below

People with fire torches and knives

The crow drank in the pool of sorrow

The shoulders anointed in tears

The butterfly left her essence behind

They ran through the dark forest

Living a dream of a different kind

A white ghost followed her home

Guarding the night from monsters

She found a courage in deviance

She found a way through her fear

Next day she rode the wind westward

She flew back to her terrain

The crow still held the forest branch

Reliving each flutter over and over again.

The crow could feel her on his shoulders still

The place where she shed her childhood tears

[poems4free]

#309- the pain of men/ the nature of war

men in this world

live in amazing pain

unacknowledged pain

uncommunicable pain

pain without vocabularies

pain without thought

pain without responsibility

compulsive self-infliction of wounds…

because to really kill others

you’ve to completely kill yourself

first

one doesn’t go without another

irrespective of fantasies of victory

and lust.

- loonybird

[spiritualevolution1111]

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. - Carson McCullers Artist: Kinga Britschgi

[extramadness]

[faronmckenzie]

[theclassicsreader]

It is not more children we need but more chances for the ones already on the earth.

Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (via theclassicsreader)

[themindmovement]

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson (via themindmovement)

[ophelia-network]

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi

jesse draxler

[netlex]

Floating Stones Series, Nova Scotia

Jeff Friesen

[thecalminside]

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.

Krishnamurti (via thecalminside)

[philosophybits]

God is not needed to create guilt or to punish. Our fellow men suffice, aided by ourselves.

Albert Camus, The Fall (via philosophybits)

[thebuddhistmind]

The past is like a shadow, making things dull and weary; in that shadow, the present loses its clarity, its freshness.

J. Krishnamurti (via thebuddhistmind)

[theliteraryjournals]

Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[theclassicsreader]

I soon discovered that if you keep your mouth shut, people are apt to believe you know everything, and they begin to feel freer and freer to tell you anything, anxious to show that they know something, too.

Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name (via theclassicsreader)

[crestwood2010]

I do what I do because it is the right thing to do. I am a Warrior, and it is the way of the Warrior to fight superior odds.

Paul Watson   (via ecmshock)

[little-dose-of-inspiration]

reach . by megatruh