-Velcro Stones-

They broke emotional bones
by throwing verbal stones
and their words
will always haunt me.
Hitchhiker words
staying
like unwanted guests,
remain undeterred.
Sticking like velcro
these
tag-a-long adjectives
still taunting.

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4/10

Lyrics By Snow Patrol (Feat. Martha Wainwright)-Set The Fire To The Third Bar-From The Album 'Eyes Open'

I've loved this song since the first time I heard it. The lyrics are so poetic, I had to post it. ..And yes, it was on the trailer for 'Dear John' but I liked it before that. :) FYI-For some reason the last minute and a half of this is silent.



I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

Poem By Walt Whitman-O Captain My Captain

Whitman is one of my favorites and I've really been into things concerning the sea lately. So, I thought I'd revisit this classic.

Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths -- for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Art, Poster Cabaret

Poster Cabaret has some really creative posters and prints. Visit the website HERE. These are just a few good ones I found, but there are so many on there to choose from.

-Flame-

You're the water
to my flame.
Extinguish the fire
of my pain.

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4/10


Written to my God.

The Dying Art Of Letterpress

A friend of mine showed me this video. It's about a place in Nashville called Hatch Show Print that does mostly letterpress posters. I really want to visit and see it all in action. There's something about this that really excites me. The quality and texture is so unique compared to digital print.

-Weep-

Wipe your fears
and tears
upon my sleeve.
No need
to endure on your own
all alone.

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4/10