Thursday, September 01, 2005

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First impressions,
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fourth lover,
fifth condom,
sixth sense,
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eight PM,
nine lies,
Ten is when she's gone.
Tea and Coffee

Can you get some tea from that take-away?
And don't forget the cookies.

Do we have some water to drink?
Never mind! I will bring some from the store.

Should I turn on the fan?
Yeah, its very hot.

Don't you think that this is a serious problem?
What what? These extreme weather conditions!

Should I wash the cups?
Yeah, even after our marriage, I will wash the dishes.

Which one, that blue feathered bird?
I know it. It was very common at our place.

Oh! Are you feeling sleepy?
Then make a coffee for me, darling, and I will come to lie down next to you.
The Lonely Sailor

Above the water deep
The stars shined
Through the clear water fast asleep
The lonely sailor silently cruised


The cool moonlight scattered
Over the silvery beach of the island
The rolling waters splattered
The shores of the land 8


Stories were many about the island
On which stood a impregnable fort
The pride of the land
Built around an inner court


Sailors traveled from afar, many he knew
In search of the fort, wishing to possess
Not one could see their dreams come true
All left in a haste with no success 16


He knew about that island and the fort
Even before he heard of it
Nightmares were many; of him falling short
That he might never reach it


One day he knew that he would find
The island and the fort, which is her heart
For he knows he is not their kind
The failed sailors knew not the secret 24

Above the water deep
The stars exhausted
Through the waves steep
The lonely sailor landed


The apex of the fort twinkled
Through the blurry oceans' mist
His face was sprinkled
With joy; it was upon seeing the fort 32


Morning star shined bright
From the clear morning sky
Sun was rising upon the right
He smiled as the shore drew nigh


The morning sun cast a shiny
Golden sheen on the island's shore
He set his feet on her tiny
Silver sands of the beach floor 40


No others walked the beach
With such care; his foot prints
Vanished as he took his step, but each
Step left his invisible imprints


Many a walls were built around
The fort. A faint smile tarried on
His lips; for he knows the fort would
Need how many protective walls: None 48


Above the silvery sands
The sun brightly shined
In to the lapping wave sounds
The lonely sailor walked


Pure was he, at his heart
His glances destroyed the walls
His breaths gave the air a fresh start
His voice echoed sweetly through the halls 56

As he entered the fort
The sweet leaves sang
As he stepped into the inner court
The bells rang

There in the middle of the court
A shrine stood shining bright
He stepped into it, knowing his forte
His intent clear as white 64

For he knows the secret
Of love. To own it is not his intent
To be with it is what makes him content
And there he became it

The story reached distant
Places; about the Lonely
Sailor who conquered the fort
And it was a story so lovely 72
HENRY BARTELL ZACHRY
Sep. 27 1901 – Sep. 5 1984

“MY PHILOSOPHY’’

“I do not choose to be a common man. It is my right to be uncommon if I can. I seek opportunity – not security. I will refuse to be a kept citizen, to be humbled and dulled by having my state and nation look after me. I want to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed - never to be numbered among those weak and timid souls who have known neither victory nor defeat. I know that happiness can come only from the inside through hard constructive work and sincere positive thinking. I know that the so called pleasures of the moment should not be confused with a state of happiness. I know that I can get a measure of inner satisfaction from any job if I intelligently plan and courageously execute it. I know that, if I put forth every iota of strength that I possess – physical, mental, spiritual – towards the accomplishment of a worth while task, ere I fall exhausted by the wayside, the Unseen Hand will reach out and pull me through. Yes, I want to live dangerously, plan my procedures on the basis of calculated risk, to resolve the problems of everyday living into a measure of inner peace. I know if I know to do all this, I will know how to live and, If I know how to live, I will know how to die.”
He

He eats a rotten apple.
Its reddish colour is tardily vanishing in to a dark brown.
Why the colour does resemble yours so lovingly?
The juices slide inwardly upon the tongue.
The maleficent taste drags on the lips.

He watches a drawn-out TV episode.
Its heroine is growing old too soon.
Why the lady does resemble you so lovingly?
The frames slide one after another on the screen.
The wrinkles on her face are felt nether his eyes.

He listens to a played out tape.
Its music is reversing into perturbing noise.
Why the music does resemble your smile so lovingly?
The tracks slide shakily upon the magnetic head.
The noise matures violently in his ears.

He lies on a worn-out bed.
Its cushion springs are now a mass of metal.
Why the bed does resemble your skin so lovingly?
The body lies still on the bed at rest.
The life slowly breaks away from his body.
Chung Tzu.

Chung Tzu and the butterfly

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,
And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.
Which was the real—the butterfly or the man ?
Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?
The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea
Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream.
The man, raising melons outside the green gate of the city,
Was once the Prince of the East Hill.
So must rank and riches vanish.
You know it, still you toil and toil,—what for?

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