Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Friday, June 13, 2014

Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

THE EYES OF BEAUTY
by: Charles Baudelaire


      OU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose;
      But all the sea of sadness in my blood
      Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose,
      Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.
       
      In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er,
      That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate
      By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more
      Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate.
       
      It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
      And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay--
      A perfume swims about your naked breast!
       
      Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way!
      With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared
      Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!

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