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Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne
Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne,
Ô vase de tristesse, ô grande taciturne,
Et t'aime d'autant plus, belle, que tu me fuis,
Et que tu me parais, ornement de mes nuits,
Plus ironiquement accumuler les lieues
Qui séparent mes bras des immensités bleues.
Je m'avance à l'attaque, et je grimpe aux assauts,
Comme après un cadavre un choeur de vermisseaux,
Et je chéris, ô bête implacable et cruelle!
Jusqu'à cette froideur par où tu m'es plus belle!
— Charles Baudelaire
I Adore You as Much as the Nocturnal Vault...
I adore you as much as the nocturnal vault,
O vase of sadness, most taciturn one,
I love you all the more because you flee from me,
And because you appear, ornament of my nights,
More ironically to multiply the leagues
That separate my arms from the blue infinite.
I advance to attack, and I climb to assault,
Like a swarm of maggots after a cadaver,
And I cherish, implacable and cruel beast,
Even that coldness which makes you more beautiful.
— Charles Baudelaire
Hymn to Beauty
Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss,
Beauty? Your gaze, divine and infernal,
Pours out confusedly benevolence and crime,
And one may for that, compare you to wine.
You contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn;
You scatter perfumes like a stormy night;
Your kisses are a philtre, your mouth an amphora,
Which make the hero weak and the child courageous.
Do you come from the stars or rise from the black pit?
Destiny, bewitched, follows your skirts like a dog;
You sow at random joy and disaster,
And you govern all things but answer for nothing.
You walk upon corpses which you mock, O Beauty!
Of your jewels Horror is not the least charming,
And Murder, among your dearest trinkets,
Dances amorously upon your proud belly.
The dazzled moth flies toward you, O candle!
Crepitates, flames and says: "Blessed be this flambeau!"
The panting lover bending o'er his fair one
Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb,
Whether you come from heaven or from hell, who cares,
O Beauty! Huge, fearful, ingenuous monster!
If your regard, your smile, your foot, open for me
An Infinite I love but have not ever known?
From God or Satan, who cares? Angel or Siren,
Who cares, if you make, — fay with the velvet eyes,
Rhythm, perfume, glimmer; my one and only queen!
The world less hideous, the minutes less leaden?
Charles baudelaire
Time V2
by ~martinjross
Tick
Smoke begins to rise
I fleeting moments thought
Tock
Flames kissing flesh
A lingering lovers caress
Tick
Screams ring forth
An eternal moment passes
Tock
Flesh from bone
The fire takes its dues
Tick
Reaching higher
Praying for oblivions release
Tock
Mending of flesh
To feed the hungry flame
Locked in a moment of time
Trapped in hell's cruel embrace
tell him how awesome he is ..he doesnt believe me lol
This story begins earlier than you would expect.
When the gods first brought forth man it seemed it was the best they had done. They reveled in the glories man gave unto them. But one day when Zeus was walking among the disguised as a simple man he noticed the corruption and excessive moral decay. He brought this to the others and the sent Nemisis out to see if man was worthy or if they would withdraw. After a long search she was about to report her failure, then she came to a small farm. This farm was enough to take care of the family needs but greed had no hand in the building of the farm. As she approached she saw a man and his sons working in the fields and decided to approach as a poor traveler. She hailed the man and asked for a loaf of bread. The man took her to the house and called to his wife. As his wife entered his face lit up just as his wife's did. The love between them was almost a tangible force. The couple offered to have her join the for their evening meal, and the use of the loft in the barn for the night. Then the boys came in and there was that love growing with each person.
In the morning she left and once out of sight returned to Olympus and told of what she found. Each of the gods took turns watching then from hiding and were touched by their love. "This is what I had been looking for" said Zeus after a long time watching them. "They deserve our blessing, and in their quiet way will always be a ray of hope for those around them." So it was decided that they would be joined for eternity. When they went to the temple to make their offerings, and each in their hearts silently thanking the God's for the other and their family. The priest came forth and told them they needed to be properly joined in the temple before the gods. They agreed and went forth to be joined. In front of the statue of Zeus he took her right hand in his left, her hand and forearm resting on his left forearm and hand.
the priest came forward and took a gosimer light ribbon and wound it around their joined hands and arms. "This" he said "will join you for all times as the gods have proclaimed" then the ribbon just melted into them. That was our first narrate and our first life.
This was written for me and i wanted to share that with you....
Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realise I could be lying?
> > She walks the midnight hour
> > across the barren place
> >
> > Wind tossing her raven hair
> > an evil smile across her face
> >
> > Her lips a ruby red
> > her skin so cold to the touch
> >
> > I have never needed
> > or wanted so much
> >
> > I must have her
> > no matter what the cost
> >
> > I know without a doubt
> > my very soul is lost
james wrote this one...please show him some fu love
A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
- J B O'Reilly (1844-1890) -
Take your soft and loving hands and
Remove the mantle of mistrust from my shoulders.
Softly unbutton the silken gown
Of regret from my skin.
Come my love and remove the veil
Of heartache from my face and
Kiss these lips that were ordained only for you.
Confiscate the jewels of deception from
My arms neck and ears-discard my fears.
Feel the fabric of the chemise
Of my misgivings and set me free from it.
Kiss my naked shoulders honeyed with newfound faith
Liberated from doubt and the threat of neglect and obscurity.
My darling go further south and
Remove the thongs of this world's
Hatred and prejudice from my hips and slide
Them slowly down to the floor where they can be no more.
Undress me until I am stripped bare of
The world's evil and tainted essence until like
The day of my birth, I emerge beautiful untouched- unpoisoned.
Let this nude daughter of Eve stand
Before you liberated from the negative-Pure and positive and free to melt into your loving embrace.
I wanted to paint you a picture, but there was no colors vivid enough to bring to life how brilliant my soul is when I see you smile.
I wanted to dedicate a song to you, But I have not yet heard a voice strong enough to lift my love and carry it gently to your ears, no music sweet enough to show you how my heart dances with a simple touch of your hand.
I wanted to write you a poem, but even the bards loquatious toungue falls silent, speachless by the he flood of emotion that roars withink my breast. Shakespeare, Poe, Bouchard, all bow as amatures to your muse.
I wanted to cook for you, but there was no food as nuritiong to my life as the sustinance that comes from your lips in every kiss, your lips pressed softly against mine.
I wanted to caress you, but I am afraid that you may know through trembling fingertips how vulnerable I am in your presence. that I am as fragile as the dust that dances on the sunlight at dawn.
You are my dream. Everything that is wonderful and magical and fantastic that lives inside me. You bring from me all my passsions and all my fears rolled into one and mold then as easily as a sculpter does clay, creating me new and beautiful each day.
I love you Karin, you are my godess, and I kneal unwavering at you feet and worship you as such, my love, my all
