right |
Sitting here wishing on a cement floorJust wishing that I had just something you woreI put it on when I go lonelyWill you take off your dress and send it to me?I miss your kissin' and I miss your head...
Posted by ambir on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:17:00 PST |
gypsy |
So Im back, to the velvet undergroundBack to the floor, that I loveTo a room with some lace and paper flowersBack to the gypsy that I wasTo the gypsy... that I wasAnd it all comes down to youWell, you...
Posted by ambir on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 12:01:00 PST |
love |
He says he's jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He's jealous of the sun, because it warms you. He says, "I feel you, even when I'm not feeling you. I talk to you when I'm not talking to you....
Posted by ambir on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 11:43:00 PST |
perspective |
what an extraordinary change takes place ... when for the first time the fact that everything depends upon how a thing is thought first enters the consciousness, when, in consequence, thought in its a...
Posted by ambir on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 06:45:00 PST |
my mind is... (XXV) |
.. e.e. cummings
my mind isa big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smelland hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fataltoolsin an agony of sensual chisels...
Posted by ambir on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 03:42:00 PST |
The Pomegranate Circus |
The Pomegranate Circus
(i heart r.b.)
I am desolate in dimension
circling the sky
like..
.
Posted by ambir on Tue, 06 Sep 2005 03:00:00 PST |
something amazing |
The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do.
Galileo
...
Posted by ambir on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 08:45:00 PST |
i am an |
Extraordinary machineI certainly haven’t been shopping for any new shoes, andI certainly haven’t been spreading myself around I still only travel by foot and by foot, it’s a slow cli...
Posted by ambir on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 10:08:00 PST |
collected words |
"Sur ce sentiment inconnu dont l'ennui, la douceur m'obsèdent, j'hésite à apposer le nom, le beau nom grave de tristesse. C'est un sentiment si complet, si égoïste que j'en ai presque honte alors que...
Posted by ambir on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 09:23:00 PST |
today |
Little life, how did you be so luckyLittle life, how did you be so gladSongs arrive even in the mail boxSongs keep coming even happy to be sadIf you were a bird how would you flyIf you were a butterfl...
Posted by ambir on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 10:52:00 PST |
