Love Rain by Mos Def

I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow 
So then I could really be fly 
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skin a canvas for ultraviolet brush-strokes
She was the sun’s painting 
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
Her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet 
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, “You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.”
I said, “For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist 
And I would make the heavens your cape 
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please” 

"Everywhere is war!" 

Thank you for your verse Robin Williams
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
- Walt Whitman
I don’t love him, but he’s here and you aren’t.

That’s the dark and tersely utilitarian nature of relationships right there! Women in particular. 

anon (via wastedoff-yourlove)


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The City

The streets of London are ablaze with life
and crimes of all kinds committed at all times of day
But mostly under the gaze of the moon not the sun rays
Young bre’s stray from the main roads
to the narrow lanes of the concrete maze
No delays despite the delays,
life is too swift to find respite in this neon haze

The skirts are too short, too far out from the heart
a matter for that organ this is not
for the faint
nor for the sort whose thoughts are stayed on the precious or the lost          Those who count the cost
penny for penny, pound for pound, breath for breath -
we shall hire them a hearse.

The curse of the streets of London is visited upon those who shun its devices and suppress their vices!
But turn over your gold coin and let her royal highness show you the jewel in her crown in all its splendor
Hey big spender! Render to the Queen what belongs to the Queen and withhold not a thing.  

Make a copious offering until your pockets are lean
The City will reward you with a pocket full of dreams

The Gallows

I am angry at you because you delight in me
And your delight is like a sentence passed down to me
Your big heart is like a prison;
your arteries the gallows, wrapped tight around my neck
Your valves squiz until I cannot breathe
My lungs are filled to the brim with your blood because I cannot swim
I hear your heart beat like kettledrums
that’s how I know my time has come
My cry for help is in vain
It echoes through your chambers but only there it remains
You’ll mollycoddle me until a sacrament is all that is left for me
I pray those vows now like my last words
in the presence of your kin with evil grins
They look like jurors:
"Dearly beloved", the judge presides
"We are gathered here today to hear the case of"
"Will you swear an oath upon this holy book?"
I do”, so the prosecution hastily rests
Then the gavel. Then the finger-cuff. Then the last meal.
Finally, your kiss, and that is how they know it’s me
They take me for what I am and never will be
They take me as yours and for that
I am angry at you because you delight in me
So I rest, but by no means peaceably.


In the company of great kings tonight @ Westminster Abbey

In the company of great kings tonight @ Westminster Abbey

An Except from ‘The Prophet’ by Kahlil Gibran

You often say ‘I would give, but only to the deserving.’ The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.

And he who has deserved a drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. 

And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? 

See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.