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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weary Of The World Tonight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary of the world tonight. Can't stand the lies. <br>Some drunk loud-mouth out on the street<br>wants all the girls to know he's there, <br>My noise is bigger than your noise. <br>Someone playing a guitar badly in a doorway. <br>A homeless cat cries, lets out a howl <br>of torment as if its sinews were being keyed <br>as tight as guitar strings about to snap. <br>Out of the window that hasn't said anything yet: <br>you touch that cat again, slugger, <br>and I'll be right down with an axe <br>to give you a gender change. He looks up <br>startled. But all bullies are cowards <br>trying to deny it to themselves<br>while wearing their sister's underpants.<br> <br>The cat makes a quick getaway <br>through a dark heritage alleyway.<br> <br>Supercharged like a fire hydrant full of blood<br>throbbing through my temples, and demons <br>I haven't seen in years smiling darkly in the mirrors <br>my shadow always regretted like left-handed virtues <br>that got the job done. Demonic compassion, <br>colder than intelligence, with a deep <br>poetic sense of of infernal irony<br>whereas a muse ago in this specious present <br>I was longing for a small hobby farm <br>on the dark side of the moon, now <br>I'm a dragon eating waterlilies down <br>by the banks of my mindstream <br>quietly letting go of itself <br>like an unmoored lifeboat full of emptiness <br>drifting no where in particular I want to be <br>except here where I can shed my humanity for awhile <br>among the living and the dead <br>who don't care what I am and am not <br>as long as I'm not a threat to them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness, my solace, moon, my longing, <br>Star, warmer than any fire I've ever <br>sat around to exorcise my ghosts, <br>you, who've danced like my third eye <br>with the other two still chained to their irises, <br>the poetic lucidity that mentored me <br>in the ways of light and taught me <br>the creative rapture of the fish <br>that still swam like flashs of insight <br>to the surface of my oceanic tears, <br>I don't know how many light years <br>either of us have yet to shine or cry over, <br>but tonight, come down from your unindictable heights <br>and sit with me like the intimate stranger of a candle <br>in my eyes, in my soul, in my blood, <br>be the small flame that trembles in my breath for awhile, <br>be the sole illumination of my spirit for awhile, <br>ease my bodymind with the elixir of your radiance <br>emanating from the inside, and let me <br>be born again of that fire that burns within me, <br>purge my starmud of these urns and bones and black dwarfs <br>that weigh me down like disappointed bells <br>and feisty mastodons in the tarpits of my heart<br>that sink deeper the more they struggle to get out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I don't even care if you're the last firefly <br>to transcend my cosmic solitude like a wavelength<br>of the transmorphic singularity at the beginning of time <br>that woke the valley up with the roar of a dragon <br>in that elemental morning of mad genius <br>that's be the dawn of every moment ever since <br>in this chiliocosm of energies and forms<br>flashing out of the mystery of the questions we ask<br>about the inconceivability of being here to ask them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No purpose. No meaning. Except the one <br>we all live vaguely as ourselves like a nebularity <br>out of which we might precipitate stars<br>of a different order of shining beyond what we can see. <br>Sit with me awhile as if we both had the same nature.<br>And you can look at the world and me through my eyes <br>and I'll look at you through yours as if I were seeing you <br>from the inside out, and there were ashes in my heartwood <br>even before I began to burn, as in yours, <br>there were the urns of heavy elements even <br>before they were born of their own afterlife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be that moment within me when time breaks into light<br>and even the shadows, like sunspots, shine <br>in their own right, and nothing is disturbed, <br>not even the silence that is intensified when the fish jump <br>or a dog is barking hills away at what approaches<br>out of the dark, and the waterbirds in their onceness <br>might seem to fly away, but have been here from the start.<br>Fill my life with the unimaginable splendour <br>of all those nights you've looked down upon the earth <br>and witnessed the horror and the wildflowers <br>in the same breath on a cold windowpane in winter <br>etching the light like an artist with an eye for life<br>or the praying mantis of a small telescope in the summer <br>its legs spread like a doe about to drink from her own reflection <br>or one half of a collapsed bridge to the other side <br>of everywhere at once. I don't ask for bliss or enlightenment.<br>Just show me how you make the shadows luminous again.<br>Even on a starless night, how to mourn like the eyeless rain<br>even as it renews the leaves and roots of the constellations <br>of the wild asters with their violet plinths and yellow suns<br>burning fiercely as a distant relation of your myriad myths of origin.<br> <br>Do that for me and I'll show you how to intensify <br>the darkness into a diamond chrysalis of transformation <br>like a deeper mystic bliss in life, enhanced by the ores of pain, <br>as your light is by the night, or the flying stickshifts <br>of the dragonflies put the waterlilies in park for the night<br>as if they'd just got out of a car by the side of an unknown road, <br>not to find out where they are, but just <br>to gape up at the stars in the midst of decay<br>and let the wonder of it all heal me as it always has <br>by showing me how to make a cradle out of a grave <br>or the long, slow art of a human out of a wounded heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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Some drunk loud-mouth out on the street
wants all the girls to know he's there, 
My noise is bigger than your noise. 
Someone playing a guitar badly in a doorway. 
A homeless cat cries, lets out a..."></div>
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