I live on the streets but see no light
Stair at the sealing and crave it to fall
Tears have no purpose, they are sad too
Passion betrayed me and hope has killed my days.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Jack kerouac rare quotes
“At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.”
“They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.”
“...I met a reverend mother once who cried...ah, it's all so sad' - 'What did she cry about?' - 'I don't know, after talking to me, I remember I said some silly thing like "the universe is a woman because it's round" but I think she cried because she was remembering her early days when she had a romance with some soldier who died, at least that's what they say, she was the greatest woman I ever saw, big blue eyes, big smart woman ... you could do that, get out of this awful mess and leave it all behind”
“We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”
“The floors of bus stations are the same all over the country, always covered with butts and spit and they give a feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.”
“We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell”
“Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?”
“Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!”
“This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.”
“All life is but a skull-bone and
A rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food & fuel-
just so's we can burn so
furious beautiful.”
“They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.”
“...I met a reverend mother once who cried...ah, it's all so sad' - 'What did she cry about?' - 'I don't know, after talking to me, I remember I said some silly thing like "the universe is a woman because it's round" but I think she cried because she was remembering her early days when she had a romance with some soldier who died, at least that's what they say, she was the greatest woman I ever saw, big blue eyes, big smart woman ... you could do that, get out of this awful mess and leave it all behind”
“We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”
“The floors of bus stations are the same all over the country, always covered with butts and spit and they give a feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.”
“We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell”
“Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?”
“Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!”
“This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.”
“All life is but a skull-bone and
A rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food & fuel-
just so's we can burn so
furious beautiful.”
Monday, September 3, 2012
All good things must come to an end.
Questioning a lot of
things from the world leads to the path of theologies and more questions. We question
the existence of god and the confusions of love. If a man cries over love then
it must exist and so it goes on that, if one seeks freedom then that means
there is no god. Everything ends up revolving around love. If god loved us so
much then why does he stand by as we roll in agony and until the heart cries. If
a “father” or the “creator” is that cruel then he does not love us. If he “enjoys”
our suffering then really he’s not there, he must be an imagination. If a man achieves
all he’s dreams, completes he’s passion, he is still unhappy because he has not
loved. He blames the existence of women and curses their ways. When he really he
had every single one of the woman’s hearts in he’s palms. We as humans are
afraid of what we never had, it becomes hard when you have to change everything
you’ve known. Loneliness or even pain seems a lot more comfortable then the uncertainty
of happiness. We are afraid of something good. Sure maybe because of the imagined
pain that will happen in the end of the happiness. It seems we humans are fascinated
with the complications of things then the goodness. We find it boring when we
are too comfortable in the fields of freedom. We create traps really to entertain
ourselves then to escape. Perhaps freedom is something we create to feel better
of our selves. Part of the imagination, god, love, freedom…
“There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living "for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.”
“There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living "for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.”
Sunday, September 2, 2012
SHE PLAYS
on the face of a girl there are always lines
under the eyes and around her mouth
of the times she cried and the times she faked a smile
let it be life that keeps her warm or freezes her emotions
and when she's not patient any more they label her "the seductress"
under the eyes and around her mouth
of the times she cried and the times she faked a smile
let it be life that keeps her warm or freezes her emotions
and when she's not patient any more they label her "the seductress"
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