No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. John Donne, No Man is an Island, Meditation XVII The world of human beings is an incredibly
Never really sure; It stays and it goes. A leaf in the wind; Drifting where it blows. A pen and paper; Is how I tell. Chained to these emotions; Because of a spell. Don't think I'm over it; But I'm out of tears. Maybe I've cornered it; Dismissed my fears. I've been listening; But there's nothing to hear. The silence pierces; Like a lightning spear. Our love is timeless; Or so I'm told. Not easy to believe; When it feels so cold. Just the same; It burns like fire. Admiring the
All the pieces fall together; Exactly into place. The most amazing things; Chance becoming grace. The world continues spinning; Even when the end is near. They're dying to kill the messenger; Just because the vision's clear. Do you believe in magic? You've got to have it. Love will transcend; The soul to ascend. Our inevitable connection; A dream's inception. Do you believe in magic? You've got to have it. You've got to believe it; To perceive it. You've got to believe it; To
Oh Alice... Won't you please talk to me? I'm lost in outer-space; And would love your company. I haven't quite given up; But I've surely surrendered. I'll dismiss time and space; And submit to the ideas you've engendered. I'm trying so hard to listen; Can't determine what I'm missin'. Not supposed to read between the lines; Guess I'll have to read your mind. What exactly was your intention? When you touched me through another dimension. Must be something I haven't tried; To u
Don't need no money; Just want you, honey. Let me say it's unconditional; And it can be reciprocal. A cage would be a tragedy; Don't care if they call it blasphemy. Tell me what's on your mind; And I can help you unwind. It feels intense but it's just a game; Looks new but still end's the same. Barely time to breathe with that routine; While you're making such a beautiful scene. Sometimes you just gotta take a break; When it seems there's so much at stake. Just take your time
World's apart yet tied together; We share the pain and then the pleasure. Not a leash but more a tether; Bodies apart but souls forever. The imperfections and quirks we worship; Eternal love that can't be forfeit. The purpose to inspire with our wit; Mortal separation until conditions permit. Appearances differ but still the same; Differences the beast we came to tame. Singing, dancing, puzzles and fame; Truth and love these things contain. But the things outside are just a g
Thought I saw your soul one day;
But you were so far away. My eyes were closed, but now I see;
Was it you who was calling me? This is a book I cannot bind;
One which was lost but I now find. I've never felt like this before;
But are you even at the door? Should I stay or should I run?
Is this love and is it fun? Make me laugh and make me cry;
Should we wait until we die? Please, won't you be so kind?
I can't stand to lose my mind. This is all quite confusing;
I hope y
Edward Bernays was a true master of the mind. Born a distant nephew to the (in)famous Sigmund Freud, Bernays could have been said to have been responsible for making eggs and bacon the brand of the wholesome, true-American, breakfast. He was at least partly responsible, during the suffrage of the 1920s, for convincing at least some women that smoking cigarettes was an act of rebellion – a statement of equality; if a man can smoke a cigarette, so too should a woman feel free f