Wonderful verse

A true masterpiece by William Blake, that I came across at Vineesh's place. Worth sharing. The images come out as a background to the words, no direct visualizations, but abstract colors painting pastels in the subconscious:


Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told could be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears –
Ah, she doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently, invisibly –
O, was no deny.

V for Vendetta

This, I think is the most stylish quote I have ever come across:


"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."


And delivered with such panache by Hugo Weaving. Bravo!

A Poem

One more about rage, agony, hopelessness, despair, loss, betrayal, and many more emotions along those lines, all swirling, and taking from me the ability to think.


This was written not so long ago, some of you know what series of events inspired it. Some of you don't. For those of you that do, please keep it to yourselves.



There was a time, for just a little while,
When I knew what happiness was.
A few weeks, streching into months,
When I knew how lovely life was.

Memories of that time, come flooding back,
Flashbacks are common now, they come.
Resilient no longer, i defend the blows,
That time refuses to cease on my heart.

I wake up each morning not remembering,
That my wounds have bled away love,
And for a little while each sun-up,
I go again through the pain and hurt.

Nausea shakes me up every now and then,
I stop in the middle of my step, struck.
Was it good? Was it not? Was it worth?
Or was it indeed all for naught?

Its like a serrated edge running through,
From my heart to my head, to my eye.
Running through the scars again and again,
Pulsing, till it is tears of agony I cry.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
The question refuses to fade.
What did I do wrong? Err?
Go! My wounds cry. Leave me and begone.

But Don't go, please, I also say,
I'll die, I'll live, I'll know. I won't.
The fight rages inside. Stay, STAY!
But gone is she, not to be seen.

Gossamers, slivers, vestiges, traces,
Raise their heads again, the unfairness
Goading them on, does God like men so?
Hurting inside, hurting, raw, numb, hurting.

Words, just words, grammar is dead.
Fear, of what? What is left? No, no fear.
To die, to die with no more pain to others,
Use. To be useful to those who love still.

Use, what is the use? We are all doomed.
Primary premise refuted, rebuttal impossible.
Pneumonia, accept one more lover,
Please, someone, accept one more lover.

To touch my lips to another living thing,
I shudder, revulsion going through my spine.
The tears on my eyelids frozen white.
Rhyme? What rhyme. There is no rhyme.

There is nothing, nothing but nothing.
Memories. What a curse, What a curse.
What a curse. What a curse. Memories
Memories, building memories. How foolish.

Memories. Tears everywhere. Memories.

Someone. Where? why? no more please.