i live
to live
simply
give to
give to
no gain
other than
to be,
to live
simply.
in simply
being able
to love
to love
and to
love to
be loved
simply.
I Live To Live
~ NoxAlio ~
Most anyone really. Just send a message with something about yourself before you send a friend request, ok?
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible.
~ M. C. Escher ~
I must confess, I was born at a very early age.
~ Groucho Marx ~
Choosers of the paths less traveled, us
come upon situations not faced often
customary wisdom helps us not
blunder and stumble we must
no texts as guide, for us
on occasion we fall, get hurt
'never again', we mutter
as we right ourselves.
But invariably at the next fork
the untrodden path we take
falling down once more, utter
again 'never again'
Again Never Again
~ NoxAlio ~
are sunsets fairer than noon-time skies
or is their beauty in our eyes
with promises of coming nights
when lights are dimmed and passions rise
the looming hour of beasts and prize
of bursts in scarlet and pink surprise
when we focus on the breeze
do we hear or just surmise
the distant moans and lustful cries
of dreamy deeds and little lies
in muted voices and resonance
accompanied with countless sighs
when it dips across the line
as the brilliance starts to fade
and the images drift away
should we think beauty's dead
or the promises that were made
were induced by the color red
Are Sunsets Fairer
~ NoxAlio ~
when the tide is low in the morning glow
off in the distance all in a row
they sit in wait for the occasional swell
in suits of black, snug and narrow
gently sway with the ebb and flow.
in pairs and threes or the occasional four
they pass the time - recount the lore
of thrills they had and friendships made
in days gone by when the sea gave more
of the ones they rode right to the shore.
as the glow fades and the light gets bright
and the waiting flock practices flight
the rising breeze from distant shores
sculpts the waters in their line of sight
announces to them that the tide is right.
When The Tide Is Low
~ NoxAlio ~
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
    Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
    Tending to pleasure or to pain: —
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
    To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
    This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
    Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain? —
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
    To finished loss or finished gain.
The Half Moon
~ Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894) ~
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
'I dare not--too far in his footsteps stray--
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
A Dream Pang
~ Robert Frost ~
There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot.
~ Steven Wright ~
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.
The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be---
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep
~ Robert Frost ~
to those of mine
in far away places
of whom i think
on daily basis
a word of thanks
for your graces
casting smiles
on our faces
A Word Of Thanks
~ NoxAlio ~