Life in Poetry

I am Poet, Author and Speaker. I thrive on exploring the interior and exterior world. I am constantly on the lookout for for examples of beauty and truth. Here are a few of the visual images I have found.

Rosi Golan feat. William Fitzsimmons

—Hazy

agentlewoman:

oxygendeprivation:

hazy

rosi golan feat. william fitzsimmons

what if I fall and hurt myself
would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself
would you know where to find me?
if forgot who I am 
would you please remind me?
oh, cause without you things go hazy.

-always a favorite

Women are described in animal terms as pets, cows, sows, foxes, chicks, serpents, bitches, beavers, old bats, old hens, mother hens, pussycats, cats, cheetahs, bird-brains, and hare-brains…‘Mother Nature’ is raped, mastered, conquered, mined; her secrets are ‘penetrated,’ her ‘womb’ is to be put into the service of the ‘man of science.’ Virgin timber is felled, cut down; fertile soil is tilled, and land that lies ‘fallow’ is ‘barren,’ useless. The exploitation of nature and animals is justified by feminizing them; the exploitation of women is justified by naturalizing them.

—Karen J. Warren Ecological Feminism (via the59thstreetbridge)

(Source: agentmaya, via the59thstreetbridge)


bookpatrol:
Sinking Library sculpture © Ronan O’Breirne (Photographer). On Swanston Street, just outside the State Library of Victoria, Australia.

bookpatrol:

Sinking Library sculpture © Ronan O’Breirne (Photographer). On Swanston Street, just outside the State Library of Victoria, Australia.

(via bookporn)

I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.

Neil GaimanThe Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones  (via thegirlandherbooks)

(Source: feellng, via thegirlandherbooks)

the Growlers

—Old Eight Legs

wethinkwedream:

The Growlers | Old 8 Legs

I’ve listened to this song hundreds of times for years and I still feel my whole being shift when this song plays and I have no idea why

(Source: the-duke-of-prunes)

I want to try and live my life carrying all my memories. And if even if the memories are painful, even if they do nothing burt hurt me, I want to keep them. Even those memories I sometimes I wish I could forget. As long as I carry them with me, as long as I can keep holding on, then some day, some day, I’ll be strong enough that those memories don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll be glad that I have them. That’s what I want. With all my heart. That’s why all my memories are precious to me. I don’t think it would be okay to forget a single one.

Natsuki Takaya, “Fruits Basket.”
(via seabois)

(via seabois)

Eventually you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is.

—Gary Zusak (via seabois)

(via seabois)

Courage, I seemed to think, comes to us in finite quantities, like an inheritance, and by being frugal and stashing it away and letting it earn interest, we steadily increase our moral capital in preparation for that day when the account must be drawn down.

—Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via seabois)

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