Undiscovered

Sometimes the best way to move into the unknown is to take familiar steps, 

small steps. 

To do ordinary things 

to deal with something that is 

in no way ordinary. 

We're always going someplace new, 

all the time. 

Familiar things just let us pretend that we aren't moving into unfamiliar territory. 

You take those small familiar steps, 

and you try to be honest, 

not to live as if nothing had changed 

but still to go on with your life. 

But there are times 

when what you need 

is a piece of how things used to be.

~Taken

THERE IS ANOTHER SKY

There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields -

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!

~ Emily Dickinson

IN UNLIKELIEST PLACES

In Unlikeliest Places

I looked for the fair-fringed gentian 

 In the haunts where once it grew,

But I found no trace in the likeliest place, 

 Though I searched till the falling dew.

So back I turned to the city,

 And was nearing the busy throng,When the waning light revealed to my sight The flower I had sought so long.

I was weary and full of disquiet;

I long for the highest and best;

And I failed to find, in the friends once kind,  

An answer which gave me rest.

But there came to me in my trouble 

A friend I had cast aside,

And I thought of the day 

when the dusty way 

 Could give what the field denied.

~ Henry Hildreth Piper

INTJ - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

Work it, 

make it, 

do it, 

makes us

Harder, better, faster, stronger

More than, 

hour, 

our, 

never

Ever, after, 

work is, 

over

Work it, 

make it, 

do it, 

makes us

Harder, better, faster, stronger

Work it harder

Make it better

Do it faster

Makes us stronger

More than ever

Hour after

Our work is never over

Work it harder

Make it better

Do it faster

Makes us stronger

More than ever

Hour after

Our work is never over

Work it harder, make it better

Do it faster, makes us stronger

More than ever, hour after

Our work is never over

Work it harder, make it better

Do it faster, makes us stronger

More than ever, hour after

Our work is never over

Work it harder, make it better

Do it faster, makes us stronger

More than ever, hour after

Our work is 

never over

Enjoy The Silence ...

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

~Depeche Mode

Goodnight Moon

"Goodnight Moon"

There's a nail in the door

And there's glass on the lawn

Tacks on the floor

And the TV is on

And I always sleep with my guns

When you're gone

There's a blade by the bed

And a phone in my hand

A dog on the floor

And some cash on the nightstand

When I'm all alone the dreaming stops

And I just can't stand

What should I do I'm just a little baby

What if the lights go out and maybe

And then the wind just starts to moan

Outside the door he followed me home

Well goodnight moon

I want the sun

If it's not here soon

I might be done

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

There's a shark in the pool

And a witch in the tree

A crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me

And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall

Something's under the bed

Now it's out in the hedge

There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge

And I hear something scratching through the wall

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby

What if the lights go out and maybe

I just hate to be all alone

Outside the door he followed me home

Now goodnight moon

I want the sun

If it's not here soon

I might be done

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

Well you're up so high

How can you save me

When the dark comes here

Tonight to take me up

To my front walk

And into bed where it kisses my face

And eats my head

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby

What if the lights go out and maybe

And then the wind just starts to moan

Outside the door he followed me home

Now goodnight moon

I want the sun

If it's not here soon

I might be done

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

No it won't be too soon 'til I say

Goodnight moon

~ Shivaree

HOPE AND FEAR

Hope and Fear 

Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope,

With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,

Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer

Looks Godward,
past the shades where blind men grope

Round the dark door
that prayers nor dreams can ope,

And makes for joy the very darkness dear

That gives her wide wings play; 

nor dreams that fear

At noon may rise
and pierce the heart of hope.

Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn,

May truth first purge her eyesight to discern

What, once being known, 

leaves time no power to appall;

Till yoiuth at last,
ere yet youth be not,learn 

The kind wise word that falls from years that fall--

"Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne

THE INSTINCT OF HOPE

The Instinct Of Hope

Is there another world for this frail dust

To warm with life and be itself again?

Something about me daily speaks there must,

And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?

'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,

And everything seems struggling to explain

The close sealed volume of its mystery.

Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace

As seeming anxious of eternity,

To meet that calm and find a resting place.

E'en the small violet feels a future power

And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,

And surely man is no inferior flower

To die unworthy of a second spring?

 by John Clare