Lying in the grass - Hermann Hesse

Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
Groaning dream,
The cry of unconscious powers for deliverance?
The distant line of the mountain,
That beautifully and courageously rests in the blue,
Is this too only a convulsion,
Only the wild strain of fermenting nature,
Only grief, only agony, only meaningless fumbling,
Never resting, never a blessed movement?
No! Leave me alone, you impure dream
Of the world in suffering!
The dance of tiny insects cradles you in an evening radiance,
The bird's cry cradles you,
A breath of wind cools my forehead
With consolation.
Leave me alone, you unendurably old human grief!
Let it all be pain.
Let it all be suffering, let it be wretched-
But not this one sweet hour in the summer,
And not the fragrance of the red clover,
And not the deep tender pleasure
In my soul.

My Tochter

Would have said that this day was a total waste of make-up. . .

I'm trying to find a suitable comparison for men . . .

What about?

This day was a waste of testosterone?

A waste of aftershave ?

A waste of sperm?

Even a waste of sweat?

And the worst part is... I'm scheduled to have cocktails with someone, the dinner with someone else, then still have a counselling session.

Three winks for me, Ja?


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About Princesses

I have to admit that I have been very bad.

My daughter went for a disciplinary hearing, and I have  not even phoned her to wish her well, or talk to her.

 

I feel like such a klutz, like I should not even be called a dad.

 

I know she has forgiven me already, but I still cant get myself to call her. To tell her that everything will be alright.

 

What should I do?

Paris

I am currently in Paris, France, for the 2010 Paris Motor Show. To read some more on the History, just click the underlined word history.

To see the exhibits area click HERE, keep in mind you will need to login.

TO see the maps click HERE.

Even though I am at the Paris 2010 Motor Show, I would like to post a poem, on Paris and not the show...

 

Found this poem on Poem Hunter, and It is called Cafe Prague it is by Patrick Sant.

 

Hope you enjoy it.

 

Cafe Prague.

Cream coloured coffee And hot buttered toast August sunshine A packet of cigarettes Talks on love and life Friends and strangers all together Days of summer Seated on outside chairs Tears and laughter Mixed in the air Of the perfect day just us and them Cafe pavements The world at view Paris, Rome and cafe Prague Used coffee cups And ashtrays too Paris, Rome and cafe Prague Trendy young girls And the wannabe author Auster, Adams and Mr. Salinger Days of dreaming The perfect film In view for all to see Hello, hello So good to see you Was it twelve? Or maybe it was two I'll sit and wait And think of you Cafe pavements For me and you Pairs, Rome and cafe Prague Dirty spoons and knives And glasses too Paris, Rome and cafe Prague Teacups and Earl grey And ice cream sundaes Black and white life In full technicolour Light my cigarette And I'll listen all day Sunshine days Storm clouds - away The table over there Just a smiling man For today - all alone Waiting his time Cafe pavements The world today Paris, Rome and cafe Prague Beautiful Ladies And business gents Paris, Rome and Cafe Prague Student cameras And picture painting Hollywood lifestyle In the common street Brando, Dean and Al Pacino Next to you and me See you later Maybe tomorrow Give me a ring And we'll make a date I'll sit and think And wait for you Cafe pavements For meetings and lunch Paris, Rome and cafe Prague Perfect tables And used up chairs Paris, Rome and cafe Prague Patrick Sant

Ash's

My dearest friend has this idea click here to see the idea.

I think it is a great idea, and I will help her. I believe that she should do this because it will only be a total fun filled ride, and she will be so successful.

 

Last night however someone phoned her, and told her her idea wont work. Click here if you want to read the whole post.

 

I would like to quote something from this blog though:

 

"He told me in a very straightforward manner that Ashes is a bad idea, that
I'm going to waste my money, and waste a lot more than I know!"

 

In answer to this I have no great words but the following:

 

Neh 2:20:

"Then answered I them, and said unto them, The God of heaven, he will prosper us; therefore we his servants will arise and build: but ye have no portion, nor right, nor memorial, in Jerusalem."

 

Then another quote:

 

"Why did I get that call? What must I think now? I. Don't.Know!"

 

 

My answer to this is, that we have always known that we are being gunned down, by Satan:

 

Eph 6:12
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high [places]."

 

My dear friend, I tell you this, that God has know you from the very beginning, that he has smiled upon you every minute of every day. That He wills you to prosper and be happy.

Do that My friend. Pray the Lord to send you confirmation that what you are about to do is right and just.

He will never forsake you, do not let your heart be burdened, by these people who know nothing of having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.

 

Something more for you to read:

 

Ps 139:

 

"1. *To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.* O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known [me].

 

2. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

 

3. Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted [with] all my ways.

 

4. For [there is] not a word in my tongue, [but], lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.

 

5. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

 

6. [Such] knowledge [is] too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot [attain] unto it.

 

7. Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

 

8. If I ascend up into heaven, thou [art] there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou [art there].

 

9. [If] I take the wings of the morning, [and] dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

 

10. Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

 

11. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

 

12. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light [are] both alike [to thee].

 

13. For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

 

14. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made: marvellous [are] thy works; and [that] my soul knoweth right well.

 

15. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, [and] curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 1

 

6. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all [my members] were written, [which] in continuance were fashioned, when [as yet there was] none of them.

 

17. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

 

18. [If] I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

 

19. Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

 

20. For they speak against thee wickedly, [and] thine enemies take [thy name] in vain.

 

21. Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

 

22. I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

 

23. Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

 

24. And see if [there be any] wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. "

All along the watchtown - Bob Dylan

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Ballad for a friend - Bob Dylan

Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track,
Watchin' that old smokestack.
Train is a-leavin' bit it won't be back.

Years ago we hung around,
Watchin' trains roll through the town.
Now that train is a-graveyard bound.

Where we go up in that North Country,
Lakes and streams and mines so free,
I had no better friend than he.

Something happened to him that day,
I thought I heard a stranger say,
I hung my head and stole away.

A diesel truck was rollin' slow,
Pullin' down a heavy load.
It left him on a Utah road.

They carried him back to his home town,
His mother cried, his sister moaned,
Listin' to them church bells tone.