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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Nothing Doing

6 comments:

WomanHonorThyself said...

I am listening now FJ instead of doing nothing!:)

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

Hope you learned something, Angel... I know I did!

FreeThinke said...

"Silemce is Golden."

FreeThinke said...

________ SIMPLE GIFTS ________

'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,

'Ts the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

It will be in the valley of love and delight.


When true simplicity is gained,

To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.

To turn, turn will be our delight,

'Til by turning, turning we come round right
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'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,

'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,

And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,

Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,


'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,\

'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,

And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

It will be in the valley of love and delight.


When true simplicity is gained,

To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.

To turn, turn will be our delight,

'Til by turning, turning we come round right.


'Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,

'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",

And when we hear what others really think and really feel,

Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.


'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,

'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

It will be in the valley of love and delight.


When true simplicity is gained,

To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.

To turn, turn will be our delight,

'Til by turning, turning we come round right.


~ Elder Joseph Brackett (composed 1848)

FreeThinke said...

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.


~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

FreeThinke said...

They’ll find me soon
I know they will
I need to be alone.

Their nattering demands are shrill,
They chill me to the bone.
The thumping, bawling whining drone ––

Persistent raucous blast ––
Seeks each secret hiding place ––
Shatters every caste.

They’ll find me soon,
I know they will,
But till they do I’ll fight ––

Eccentric –– lost ––
But steeled against ––
The Realm of Endless Night.


~ FreeThinke (1982)