"Monotony is the law of nature. Look at the monotonous manner in which the sun rises. The monotony of necessary occupation is exhilarating and life giving...by Mahatma Gandhi"
"LOVE
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
Written by Pablo Neruda"
The raven of darkness,
pierced this gaudy dwelling
sends my pain softly
out to the sky.
Where I think of rays
in all my fair gift
parts to me elsewhere.
My mourning give
a night to my night,
age to a poem, deeply.
This fond of love
that is fount to me
how heaven bends-
that my silence be
out to the sky.
Music
Jeff Buckley, Sarah Brightman, The Doors, Leonard Cohen, Tori Amos, Elvis Presley, The Pogues, Richard Ascroft, Bob Dylan, Duran Duran, John Lennon, The Beatles, Talk Talk, The Smiths, David Bowie, Rezso Seress, Edith Piaf, Frank Sinatra, Etta James, Billie Holiday, Roesy, David Sylvian, Blond Redhead, Prince, Lenny Kravitz, Chuck Prophet, Pink Floyd, Martin Sexton, The Ramones, Jason Miraz, The Raveonettes, Crosby Stills & Nash, Sister Hazel, Madeleine Peyroux, Enigma, Sade, Jefferson Airplane, Bruce Springsteen, Peter Gabriel, Ben Harper, Portis Head, Jack The Ripper, P.J Harvey, Peter Murphy, Ian Brown, Morrissey, Sting, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Nick Drake, Ludwig Van Beethoven, Andrew Lloyd Webber, The Cure, Dave Mathews Band, Radiohead, Creed, Björk, Air, Beck,Luna, Goldfrapp, Cold Play, Jonny Mash, Jonny Cash, Elliot Smith, Damien Rice, David Bowie, The Righteous Brothers, The Ramones, Postal Service, Pet Shop Boys, Sarah Mclachlan, Oasis, The Violent Femms, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, The Violent Femms, Rufus Wainright, Fiona Apple, Eddie Vedder, Ben Lee, Terry Reid, David Byrne, James Blunt, The Velvet Underground, Nine Inch Nails, Ben Folds, Michael Jackson, Elton John, Snow Patrol, Ruthie Henshall, Steve Poltz, Massive Attack, Laurie Anderson, INXS, KT Tunsal, Idan Raichel Project, The Replacements, Chris Stills, Emilie Simon, Cat Power, Mogwai, Deep Purple, Joan Baez, Mazzy Star, Saybia, The Flaming Lips, Lou Reed, Swans Way, Suicide...
Movies
Selvi Boylum Al Yazmalim, The Factory Girl, Tucker:The Man and His Dream, Gloomy Sunday-Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod, Untaimed Heart, P.S I Love You, La Vie En Rose, Pulp Fiction, Becoming Jane, The Notebook, Pride and Prejudice, Hedwig and The Angry Inch, I'm Not There, Perfume, The Painted Veil, Men Of Honor, American Psycho, Into The Wild, The Jacket, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds, Edward Scissorhands, Tristan & Isolde, Howl's Moving Castle, Ali, The Others, Lost Boys, 21 Grams, Vanilla Sky, Boy A, Atonement, Bug, Meet Joe Black, A Beautiful Mind, The Man On Wire, Milk, Memento, The Pianist, The Darjeeling Limited, Drop Dead Fred, Pan's Labyrinth, The Piano, Beettlejuice, William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet, Jerry Maguire, Where The Heart Is, The Black Dahlia, The Adams Family, The Illusionist, Fight Club, American History X, The Fountain, Jesus' Son...
Television
Not a T.V lover but time to time I look into Science, History, National Geographic and Discovery channels...
Books
Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry by Stephen Mitchell, The 50 Greatest Love Letters of All Time by David Lowenherz, The Koran, New Testament, 777 by Aleister Crowley, The System of the World by Neal Stephenson, The Moon Child by Aleister Crowley, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, In the Heart of the Sierras by James M. Hutchings(1888)...out numbered old/modern poets/writers and book names too long to list...as my novels are incomplete of time but here the love of my rose to you...
Taboos yes taboos!
'The Religion of Love'
able's
'The Triumph of Religion'
Choices are in multitude forms! Keep your calculations and sanity correctly with your mind! Fractions are calculate!
We are not yet permanent in time, which in life science expands as our human population. I don't believe to configure the image of universe or the body reverse in the next 1000 years is a probability of the upcoming homosapiens! In my theory time is limitless with good cause!
As I do not endure laziness nor dirtiness along with governmental disturbance such as wars with purposed produced toxins and diseases which neither earth can endure in it's capacity of time. Where these wrong actions of power holding generators I call them greedy contol freaks in activation of creating horific events for left good! They populate that evil doing against humanity! I believe religion is being erased by another force around us. I empower 'Science of the Mind' when it produces the right tools to create our capability to sustain or maintain.
Enough of foretelling, so let me move you away from your destruction and away from your selfishness to be one and only!
As I's like to light travel to planet X!
Will you come?
Don't close your eyes when I'd say, stop or go!
Because you should know that in my world
(time=time) which is dividend it self to any number you choose! As I live the world you live, we shall find to live forever in heaven's we find with ourselves in complete wisdom and love...
Heroes
Of myself, I am my own!
Leyla's Details
Status:
Single
Religion:
Agnostic
Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
Occupation:
Poet/Writer, Singer, Artist, Actress, Dreamer
Leyla is creating a new world for you... Posted at 9:15 PM Nov 15 view more
Blue dawn I'm late
I stood and paused for you
For your bleached, etched set
Domes me white.
Blue dawn I'm tired
Swelled large eyes
Strangely air a tide
Claws my heart
Blue dawn I'm stretching
Absolutely high
Fiddling grimly beyond
Retracing rooftops on my head
Blue dawn I'm numb
Might coolly ruled
Stillness broach my lids
Larded and pale skin
Blue dawn I'm cold
Back mustering thoughts
Elevation between my lungs
Across straight under my heart
Blue dawn I'm clear
But oblique space greater
Even conversion unreal
In my fitful eyes
Blue dawn I'm burdened
Released voices come
ruinous and earth's been ruined
Graves are full of graved
Blue dawn I'm warped
The ocean joust
Dreadful ungently
Deep abyss here in my heart
Blue dawn I'm awake
Elements tossed me to love
Each levels of heavens like
Where I'd go from 1st to 7th
Traces of my heart....
Written by Deniz Ece Z.S
"Before there was a hint of civilization
I carried a memory of your loose strand of hair,
Oblivious, I carried inside me your pointed tip of hair.
In its invisible realm,
Your face of sun yearned for epiphany,
Until each distinct thing was thrown into sight.
From the first instant time took a breath,
Your love lay in the soul,
A treasure in the secret chest in the heart.
Before the first seed shot up out of the rose bed of the possible,
The soul's lark took wing high above your meadow,
Flying home to you.
I thank you one hundred times! In the altar
Of Hayati's eyes, your face shines
Forever present and beautiful.
Written by Bibi Hayati
Translation by Aliki Barnstone"
"AMONG the men and women, the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else—not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am;
Some are baffled—But that one is not—that one knows me.
Ah, lover and perfect equal!
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.
Written by Walt Whitman"
Who I'd like to meet: Jeff Buckley in other parallel worlds...we'd be the court of love as Perfect Troubadours...
How freely your lips to mine? While the image of my world is in you, how freely? O my friend loneliness, beneath my voice so unperfect, I will never die....
"SONGS OF LOVE
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.
I am the house of true fortune, and the
Origin of pleasure, and the beginning
Of peace and tranquility. I am the gentle
Smile upon his lips of beauty. When youth
Overtakes me he forgets his toil, and his
Whole life becomes reality of sweet dreams.
I am the poet's elation,
And the artist's revelation,
And the musician's inspiration.
I am a sacred shrine in the heart of a
Child, adored by a merciful mother.
I appear to a heart's cry; I shun a demand;
My fullness pursues the heart's desire;
It shuns the empty claim of the voice.
I appeared to Adam through Eve
And exile was his lot;
Yet I revealed myself to Solomon, and
He drew wisdom from my presence.
I smiled at Helena and she destroyed Tarwada;
Yet I crowned Cleopatra and peace dominated
The Valley of the Nile.
I am like the ages — building today
And destroying tomorrow;
I am like a god, who creates and ruins;
I am sweeter than a violet's sigh;
I am more violent than a raging tempest.
Gifts alone do not entice me;
Parting does not discourage me;
Poverty does not chase me;
Jealousy does not prove my awareness;
Madness does not evidence my presence.
Oh seekers, I am Truth, beseeching Truth;
And your Truth in seeking and receiving
And protecting me shall determine my
Behavior.
Written by Khalil Gibran"
"SONG OF THE FLOWER
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.
so i am in love with your poem...and with YOU I think...I heard I won't be seeing you this week...what a shame...if you guys can come uot for a tad tomorrow...let me know...i would love to meet for a glass of wine! xxx c
My gorgeous lady! This time...I promise you we will have more time to talk...I will MAKE time...hell we will have some smokes togther, nice way to talk...BTW did I tell you how goregous you are?!?! How funny and cute was it that M brought his lil bro out...so mini me!! lol...anyway...you are REALLY coming out 2moro!?!? I am so psyched! kisses and see you 2moro...oh here is the video of me "riding"....with some edits of course...care of our friends...lol xxx c
Love your headline, ""There is a pleasure in the pathless woods..There is a rapture on the lonely shore..There is society, where none intrudes-Lord Byron"
Thanks for your friendship and hope to see you again. Take care and have a nice weekend.
She lays on feather bed, lost to spent passion, the afterglow still burns at her core, once again, alone in her thoughts, his promise of love so strong at first, so sure of his commitment to her.
He has taken, once again then discarded, in her heart she is not surprised, played out in past enactments, in his mind he has gifted her sure she is the fortunate one.
This time, as times before, she vows to end her downward spiral, never again to be his trophy, even while these words take shape, she understands her strength will fade.
He will return when he finds no other, returning to quell his lust to dominate, she wonders if the pain and despair he leaves in his wake is well planned or is he so shallow of conscience.
Like a dog marking his territory, his cruel passion lingers, unable to let go she holds his lust, inhaling his scent that stains her, even now her longing grows stronger.
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