We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said, 'Death is a midnight runner.' The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skidded away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apexof the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me ina quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said,'The cinders are falling like snow.' There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carvedour names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and line.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,and somewhere in the wilderness we foundsalvation scratched into the earth like a message. the untitled poem--afi
|
I cannot sing the old songs I sang long years ago, And yet I cannot say I'm sad That time hath changed us so, For when I used to sing those songs, My Papa blankety blanked, And Mama took me on her knee And I, alas! was spanked
|
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing. And in the beginning was not a Word, but a chirrup.
|
Use the talents you posses, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except the best."
|
Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
|
Use the talents you posses, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except the best.'
|
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.
|
Use what talent you possess the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
|
And thus they sang their mysterious duo, sang of their nameless hope, their death-in-love, their union unending, lost forever in the embrace o...
|
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:/ What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)?
|
My brain sang a rhythm I never dreamt to sing, "I will be gay and laugh and sing, he is going away."
|
The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little.
|
Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
|
Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang Happy Birthday.
|
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Iluvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding to them themes of music; and they sang before him, and he was glad. But for a long while they sang only each alone, or but few together, while the rest hearkened; for each comprehended only that part of the mind of Iluvatar from which he came, and in the understanding of their brethren they grew but slowly. Yet ever as they listened they came to deeper understanding, and increased in unison and harmony.
|
Tout le sang qui coule rouge; All blood is red.
|
Revelation 5:9:
And they sang a new song, saying: 'You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased for God members of every tribe and language and people and nation.'
(NIV)
And [now] they sing a new song, saying, You are worthy to take the scroll and to break the seals that are on it, for You were slain (sacrificed), and with Your blood You purchased men unto God from every tribe and language and people and nation. [Ps. 33:3.](AMP)
And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
(KJV)
|
My brain sang a rhythm I never dreamt to sing, 'I will be gay and laugh and sing, he is going away.'
|
Sang a bone upon the shore; "A child found all a child can lack,...
|
The first time I sang in the church choir; two hundred people changed their religion.
|
Sang a bone upon the shore; 'A child found all a child can lack,...
|
In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark, But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark;...
|
We sang our spacecraft to sleep today with a melody of digital ones and zeros. Stardust has performed flawlessly these last seven years and 2.88 billion miles, and deserves a rest for a while, like the rest of the team.
|
Use those talents you have. You will make it. You will give joy to the world. Take this tip from nature: The woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except those who sang best.
|
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
|
Well, yeah, I sang to some songs on the radio or in the shower.
|
I sang of death but had I known The many deaths one must have died Before he came to meet his own!
|
Somebody did a golden deed; Somebody proved a friend in need; Somebody sang a beautiful song; Somebody smiled the whole day long; Somebody thought, 'Tis sweet to live; Somebody said, I'm glad to give; Somebody fought a valiant fight; Somebody lived to shield the right; Was that somebody you?
|
Acts 16:25:
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.
(NIV)
But about midnight, as Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns of praise to God, and the [other] prisoners were listening to them
(AMP)
And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them.
(KJV)
|
Now I can stand up on the stage again like I used to after five years of sitting down while I sang.
|