Transient Being!! who is each one of us?? what is he not?? are you a dream of a shadow?? Come, if you'll be a quiet soul, that dares tell neither truth nor lies,
I 'll list you in the harmless roll of those that sing of these poor eyes.
Transient Being!!!
Are you awake? are you cold? what do you hunt? did you hear that? Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness, an island whose rocks are hopes, whose trees are dreams, whose flowers are solitude, and whose brooks are thirst.Your life, my fellow men, is an island separeted from all other islands and regions. No matter how many are the ships that leave your shores for other climes,no matter how many are the fleets that touch your coast, you remain a soolitary island, suffering the pangs of loneliness and yerning for happiness.You are unknown to your fellow men and far removed from their sympathy and understanding.
We are naught but frail atoms in the heavens of
the infinity;
and we cannot but obey and surrender to the will
of providence.
well ? I'm King_Biscuit_Man
and
I never got my license to live they won't give
it up, so I stand at the worlds edge
Im truing to break in. Oh! I know its not for
me
and the sight of it all make me sad &
ill
thats when I want some dumb weird sin...........
(Some Weird Sin -Iggy)
when youth has gone, taking with it vain follies,
who can ever free himself, bowed beneath a thousand memories???
Do not believe, my dear soul, in
eternal life,
but exhaust the field of the possible!
What can you find here?
my city!
Greece! Lesvos! Mytilini!
...and suddenly you find yourself on a boat arriving
at the port of Mytilini!!
(foto King_Biscuit_Man)
oh! people of the noisome city!!!the lamp of wisdom
is dimming?
it is time to furnish it with oil...
The City
just a poem for unhappy people, for, no matter
how high their spirits reach,
they will still be enclosed in an envelope of
tears!!
Lesvos
(foto King_Biscuit_Man)
"Nowhere, in no other spot on earth, do the sun and the moon
reign so harmoniously, do they share their power so justly,
as on this piece of earth where once, who knows, at what unimaginable
time,
which god, to satisfy his whim, cut and blew afar a piece like the
leaf
of a plane tree into the very heart of the open sea.
I speak of the island which, when later peopled, was called Lesvos"
(Odysseas Elytis)
You may chain my hands and shackle my feet;
You may even throw me into a dark prison,
but
you shall not enslave my thinking because it
is FREE!
I keep on drinkin to drive my blues away
and listen to
"Hail to you Dionysus, son of fair Semele.
He who forgets you can never fashion sweet song"
(Homeric hymn)
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why
was I not born like the rest of my race? when I
look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent &
passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures
despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my
terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my
fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd,
when meek Im despis'd..........
(William Blake)
some poems
other web pages conserning William Blake
The
William Blake Page
William
Blake's Milton
William
Blake on the web (links)
WELCOME
to the William Blake Archive.
Johnny
Depp as William Blake. (dead man)
William
Blake's Songs of Innocence and of Experience
Paintings
by William Blake
what I like???
sometimes I wish I knew??
anyway I think that I love
country blues.....country blues.....country blues
country blues
is
Robert Johnson
why??why?? there's a hellhound on my trail!!
My heart is made of heartaches, blues is my middle
name
Make no difference how hard I try, I'm mistreated
just the same.
Vincent Van Gogh
It was not hard to find a way to express the "absolute
solitude"
I am the only one who believes in things that
are true??
Indeed, this may be a small misery, but it is a sorrow
after all: A feeling of being an outcast particularly strange and unpleasant
What am I in the eyes of most people...a nonentity,
an eccentric,
or an unpleasant person...somebody who has no
position in
society and will never have, in
short, the lowest of the low...
Vincent Van Gogh
1882
Saturn
Devouring His Son!!
Fransisco Jose Goya Y Lucientes
Goya came to realise , that in the far away esoteric
word of man,
there is a savage and bestial depth, where consciousness
is
overpowerd and logic terminated!!!
