If you can’t make a woman happy, don’t hang around for too long. She becomes a vicious thing and your life would be miserable. Either you make her happy or lose it all. To make it happy does not take much. And spending money on her footsteps is not the wisest and often backlashes. Give her a rose. Write her nice letters. But respect her always – even if that means you have to pretend listening to her.

There is always a better way to do a thing, only if we be open to possibilities.

Putting god on Trail

I got tons of things to tell him.
Only and if his majesty takes me on equal foot
And he should – he does.

He is claiming to be the most, the complete
And we are to sin and he is to forgive us
And my sins are not particularly bad
I drink and I like women –
Music, I consider his slightest soul bestowed to us
Just to drain our smallest doubt
Of his superiority, of his magic, completeness.

I appreciate his gifts – and I do sin
But I have seen it all
His creation filled with beauties and ugliness
It is unjust in every turn
And oh, I could have him on trail stand
To defend something indefensible I reckon now
Only and if his majesty takes me on equal foot
And he should – he does.

Now it is Thursday but feels Monday. And Mondays are cold and nothing hurts to know what comes next when you know nothing is there and nothing is for you and nothing will be left when you get there. Yet, nothing more keep you going than a hope that there are things and it is such relief that you have nothing to think of it now and you know nothing may scare you off more than the very bad thought that there is indeed nothing there.

At midnight he was sitting on the crest of a hill. He did not know it was midnight and he did not know how far he had come. But there was no glare behind him now and he sat now, his back toward what he had called home for four days anyhow, his face toward the dark woods which he would enter when breath was strong again, small, shaking steadily in the chill darkness, hugging himself into the remainder of his thin, rotten shirt, the grief and despair now no longer terror and fear but just grief and despair.

سينا مطلبی را آزاد کنيد