Between pleasure and pain exists a fluid line

I’ve let it happen again

To fall in love

If you break someones heart they say that you are unkind

I’ve let it happen again

To break my heart

And even though I could lose my heart

To someone wrong

I know that I’d do it, I know that I would do it again …

I guess you already know that old habits die hard

But I keep telling you though

That I’m still that way

It takes me so long to learn from mistakes

I should have known better

Before

What I tell you now is my secret

So don’t tell anyone

That I am hurt

It takes me so long to learn from mistakes

I should have known better

Before

Can’t you learn from mistakes

Enough is enough

And after a time soft hands are getting rough …

Lyrics by Sophie Schnell

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kdZKhsk01kc

I will look for you

on an uncomfortable bed,

in abandoned houses,

on the streets of a country,

on the sidewalks of the world,

in the midst of people,

I will light you in the winds of the soul,

in the hurricane and in the storms …

– Ardith Euthalia –

The weight of the world

is love.

Under the burden

of solitude,

under the burden

of dissatisfaction

the weight,

the weight we carry

is love.

Who can deny?

In dreams

it touches

the body,

in thought

constructs

a miracle,

in imagination

anguishes

till born

in human –

looks out of the heart

burning with purity –

for the burden of life

is love,

but we carry the weight

wearily,

and so must rest

in the arms of love

at last,

must rest in the arms

of love.

No rest

without love,

no sleep

without dreams

of love –

be mad or chill

obsessed with angels

or machines,

the final wish

is love

– cannot be bitter,

cannot deny,

cannot withhold

if denied:

the weight is too heavy

– must give

for no return

as thought

is given

in solitude

in all the excellence

of its excess.

The warm bodies

shine together

in the darkness,

the hand moves

to the center

of the flesh,

the skin trembles

in happiness

and the soul comes

joyful to the eye –

yes, yes,

that’s what

I wanted,

I always wanted,

I always wanted,

to return

to the body

where I was born.

– Allen Ginsberg –

Ph : Carney Malone

I will not dishonor

my soul with hatred,

but offer myself humbly

as a guardian of nature,

as a healer of misery,

as a messenger of wonder,

as an architect of peace.

I will honor all life

—wherever and in whatever form

it may dwell—on Earth my home,

and in the mansions of the stars.

– Diane Ackerman –

Ph : Ponte Ryuurui