Kafka On the Shore
Sir Kafka, always tremendously calm,
sits on his beach towel, rubbing suntan lotion into his skin to avoid being blown to bits--
He uses his one and only vacation day to watch the apocalypse,
insists on donning a pair of shades because the self-destruction of the universe
is far too beautiful,
far too bright,
for a nightmarish man like him.
(Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami, published in 2002)
Collision
Our love was set in stone
From the dawn of breathing
And from the origin of species
Before the kingdom of Heaven was built
And the earth sprinkled with dust
A love so strong and ancient
A marriage between laws unwritten yet
and of animal instinct
When we met it was as if the purpose of our universe was fulfilled
It was the serenity of Heaven
And the beauty of Earth
Colliding
What on Earth happened?
It's the birth of our star
A contained force finally exploded
To feed the rest of the world
Debris from our love.
The Cairn on the Headland
The Cairn
on the
Head Land
A Sprig
of Mistletoe
I would
Give
Thee
All that
Man
Could be
was He
Odin
Woden
All Father
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Blackened Stone
Broken Bones
Tumbled Thrones
Has All
Led me
Here
From Cairn
To
Head Land
Has Been
my Plight
To
your Door
to Demand
Satisfaction
By
the Sword
Mistletoe
From
the Grove
Has Set
me Right
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–
The Cairn on the Headland
by
Robert E. Howard
First published in
Strange Tales Of Mystery And Terror,
January 1933
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Without a Goodbye.
You break my heart yet again,
It didn’t mind if I was a friend or lover,
I just want to help you to be your best version.
I thought you’ve changed,
To see you’ve only gotten worse.
If I stay, I would be hurting myself for no reason,
So I leave you without a goodbye.
Book - If I stay
Author - Gayle Foreman
Year of Publication - 2009
Wed To The Texas Outlaw
I find myself in the family way
furious, they make me pay
wed to the Texas outlaw I find myself
no longer on the shelf
but bad man he ain't
one could even call him a saint
wed to the Texas outlaw I find myself
and he is no elf
tall and broad shouldered, a viking you could say
never do I regret that day
sometimes I nearly faint
I nearly lost the chance to have this life, sweet and quaint