Panoramic shots of Zuccotti Park barricaded from all sides.

If I Could Tell You

by W. H. Auden

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know

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Panoramic shots of Zuccotti Park barricaded from all sides. It took 20 fotos to create these 4 images. Enjoy! ♥

#InSolidarity #OccupyTogether #OWS #OO #OccupyPhilly #OccupyUCDavis #OccupyCal

©2011 Savatri Chantrak

When I close my eyes I open my wounds…

dear lover…

sromaul snaeh khnom

the shadow of my love

sronoss voong paek charp duang chan

its reminscing silouette stains the moon

sowm pdam tam kyol

i beg of the western winds to deliver my message

ouy pross throtool

to my beloved

pi throong oun…

from the bottom of my heart

A good day for airstrikes

the wind has stopped

the rain has stopped

the ground is wet

faces painted red

lifeless bodies

tremble no more

the sea of slaughter

stained with defeat

sprawled across

like a wound

dangling dry

in the sweltering sun

a maelstrom

of mixed emotions

succumb to

this black and pitless

void called humanity…

these thoughts they linger to no end

old memories…

silent mornings…

I stare silently into the bottom of my coffee cup as the spirals begin to form.
I am lost for words.It’s calm and reposed. The stillness of my breath blankets
my mind. All my thoughts they fold and slip pass through my fingers and onto the
cold floor. Like glass they shatter and die.

filling_in_the_spaces_between_us

There you are and here I am

So close, yet still so far…away

Two worlds apart

In our struggles

Beating away

To the rhythm of suffering.

The Mermaid by Howard Pyle (1853-1911)

The Silent Philosopher

Your voice,  I know it sighs

In the darkness of  the night

Flickering brain smoldered in fire

Burning with passion and desire…

Dear ______

sometimesitshardtoexpressthesefeelingsthathavebecomeofme

feartakesmebythehandandleadsmeintoachasmofdespair

icastedmyselfouttosealostamongstthewavesoftime

youandiwerenotmeantobebutwhenifoundmyselfwashedupashore

youhidmeinyourthoughts…

When words are not enough…

Dearest Jun,

They say that when the soul leaves the body, you die in every sense of the word.  But those who believe that are dead wrong. Whether there is a world that exists after this life or not, you have touched this world with your brilliance and beautiful compositions. Your life and legacy will continue to live on in-between beats that keep our hearts pumping.

Love,

_

<3 RIP Nujabes

Thank you, Rookie for the sick beats!

“À la folie… pas du tout”

Your lovely wife, she sits beside you and expresses her affections in every way a woman can. It’s only natural that she does this. With her lips on your ears and fingertips tracing every little crevice on the lining of your shirt. I feel a thousand deaths become of me, seething from my skin and into my veins. You are within my view, yet far beyond my grasp. *sighs* Chanting your name in perfection, my lips quiver as I desperately cling to passionate thoughts of your breath on my neck and working your way to down to my hips. Dear lover, why must you play such foolish games? How can this be?… It is decided, my fate is sealed for that I know it is the only way. And so I seal my letter with a kiss. I have succumb to dangerous games, leaving me a broken woman…