Suffer Well INTJs

"Suffer Well"

Where were you 
when I fell from grace

A frozen heart 
an empty space

Something's changed
and it's in your eyes

Please don't speak
you'll only lie

I found treasure
not where I thought

Peace of mind
can't be bought

Still I believe...

Just hang on

Suffer well

Sometimes it's hard

It's hard to tell

An angel led me
when I was blind

I said take me back
I've changed my mind

Now I believe

From the blackest room
I was torn

You called my name,
a love was born

So I believe

Just hang on

Suffer well

Sometimes it's hard

It's hard to tell

Just hang on

Suffer well

Sometimes it's hard

So hard to tell

~ Depeche Mode

Be Careful What You Wish For...

Suli au len 

Le je le fanilé jenti 

Amen zun don 

Antwo daltan 

Felice se li mue. 

Ovinue le 

Enderi me suva 

Ovinue le 

Enderi me sutrim 

Twee de da da, de dada twee da twee 

Da de du da, de twee da 

Suli au len 

Le je le fanilé jencli 

Amen zin don 

Antwo daltan (twee de da da...) 

Felice se li mue 

Wilo samwe (twee de da da...) 

Melindaatje li mue.

The Stone of Tears

"The greatest enemy 

of knowledge 

is not ignorance, 

it is the illusion 

of knowledge." 

~ Stephen Hawking

Young Blood

Do you remember your youth? 

Perhaps that moment in life 

spent endlessly gazing at the horizon.

Wide eye, reckless, and pondering

the glorious moment of your escape

and the disappearance

into that great unknown

just beyond where the sun sets.

And what would you see?

A future possessed 

of wonders and unknowns 

yet to be discovered. 

And what was life to you then?

A great adventure 

full of possibilities. 

That was then, 

that moment in time

when you had made no choices,

felt none of the consequences 

of the roads you chose to travel,

when all the dreams 

you could muster 

had no cost, 

when hope was a whisper

and had no weight for you to bear,

So what was beyond the horizon?

Illusions withered

mistakes counted

forgiveness offered

and ...

INVICTUS GEMINIAN INTJ

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul. 

~ William Ernest Henley

THE VALLEY OF UNREST

The Valley Of Unrest
 

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;

They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
 

Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
 

Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
 

Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
 

Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
 

They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
 

They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems. 

  ~ Edgar Allan Poe 

THE WHITE RABBIT

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell them a hookah-smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice 
when she was just small

When the men on the chess board

Get up and tell you where to go

And you just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving Slow

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the white knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's lost her head

Remember 
what the door mouse said

Feed your head!
Feed your head!

~ Jefferson Airplane

MR NOBODY

If you mix the mashed potatoes and sauce,
you can't separate them later.
It's forever.
The smoke comes out of Dad's cigarette,
but it never goes back in.

We cannot go back.

That's why it's hard to choose.
You have to make the right choice.
As long as you don't choose,
everything remains possible.

MR NOBODY 2

I can remember a long time ago. 

Long before my birth. 

I was waiting with those who were not yet born. 

When we're not born yet, we know everything.

Everything that will happen. 

When it's your turn, 

the Angels of Oblivion place a finger on your mouth. 
"Shh..." 

It leaves a mark on the upper lip. 

It means that you have forgotten everything. 

But the angels missed me.

~MR NOBODY

A CLEAR MIDNIGHT

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, 

thy free flight into the wordless, 

Away from books, 

away from art, 

the day erased, 

the lesson done, 

Thee fully forth emerging, 

silent, 

gazing, 

pondering the themes

 thou 

lovest best, 

Night, 

sleep, 

death 

and the stars. 

~ Walt Whitman

AN EMPTY THREAT

An Empty Threat

I stay; 

But it isn't as if 

There wasn't always Hudson's Bay 

And the fur trade, 

A small skiff 

And a paddle blade. 

I can just see my tent pegged, 

And me on the floor, 

Cross-legged, 

And a trapper looking in at the door 

With furs to sell. 

His name's Joe, 

Alias John, 

And between what he doesn't know 

And won't tell 

About where Henry Hudson's gone, 

I can't say he's much help; 

But we get on. 

The seal yelp 

On an ice cake. 

It's not men by some mistake? 

No, 

There's not a soul 

For a windbreak 

Between me and the North Pole— 

Except always John-Joe, 

My French Indian Esquimaux, 

And he's off setting traps 

In one himself perhaps. 

Give a headshake 

Over so much bay 

Thrown away 

In snow and mist 

That doesn't exist, 

I was going to say, 

For God, man, or beast's sake, 

Yet does perhaps for all three. 

Don't ask Joe 

What it is to him. 

It's sometimes dim 

What it is to me, 

Unless it be 

It's the old captain's dark fate 

Who failed to find or force a strait 

In its two-thousand-mile coast; 

And his crew left him where be failed, 

And nothing came of all be sailed. 

It's to say, "You and I—" 

To such a ghost— 

You and I 

Off here 

With the dead race of the Great Auk!" 

And, "Better defeat almost, 

If seen clear, 

Than life's victories of doubt 

That need endless talk-talk 

To make them out." 

~ Robert Frost