Admonitions To A Special Person

Watch out for power, 

for its avalanche can bury you, 

snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate, 

it can open its mouth and you’ll fling yourself out

to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

Watch out for friends, 

because when you betray them, 

as you will, 

they will bury their heads in the toilet

and flush themselves away.

Watch out for intellect, 

because it knows so much it knows nothing

and leaves you hanging upside down, 

mouthing knowledge as your heart

falls out of your mouth.

Watch out for games, the actor’s part, 

the speech planned, known, given, 

for they will give you away

and you will stand like a naked little boy, 

pissing on your own child-bed.

Watch out for love

(unless it is true, 

and every part of you says yes including the toes) , 

it will wrap you up like a mummy, 

and your scream won’t be heard

and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.

It must be a wave you want to glide in on, 

give your body to it, give your laugh to it, 

give, when the gravelly sand takes you, 

your tears to the land. To love another is something

like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall

into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person, 

if I were you I’d pay no attention

to admonitions from me, 

made somewhat out of your words

and somewhat out of mine.

A collaboration.

I do not believe a word I have said, 

except some, except I think of you like a young tree

with pasted-on leaves and know you’ll root

and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.

Oh special person, 

possible leaves, 

this typewriter likes you on the way to them, 

but wants to break crystal glasses

in celebration, 

for you, 

when the dark crust is thrown off

and you float all around

like a happened balloon. 


Anne Sexton

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Infected Mushroom - I WISH

Luke: I don’t believe it!

Yoda: That is why you fail.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—-which is more—-you’ll be a Man, my son! 

Rudyard Kipling

DEMAND

Listen!

Dear dream of utter aliveness-

Touching my body of utter death-

Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,

The flaming source of your bright breath.

Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-

Knowing so well the wind and the sun-

Where is this light

Your eyes see forever?

And what is the wind

You touch when you run? 



Langston Hughes


And I know it’s gonna be, a Lovely Day - Bill Withers

Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted—who really touched the alchemical gold—this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done: by hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

—Terence McKenna

DEFTONES [TEENAGER]

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

Victor Hugo
Me: "Who do you think you are?"
Mother: "I am a Samurai Warrior."

I think that such a dream
will not return again
and it painted my hands
and face blue
and unexpectedly the wind carried me fast
and made me fly in the infinite sky.

To fly oh oh
To sing oh oh
In the blue painted blue
happy to be up there

and flying, flying happy
I find myself higher
higher than the sun
while the world slowly, slowly gets farther
away from me
a sweet music played
only for me

To fly oh
To sing oh oh oh oh
In the blue painted blue
happy to be up there.

Gipsy Kings ~ Volare