Saturday, August 16, 2014

Requiem for the Old Dream

It’s a gift to give love,
It’s a gift to receive love,
A shame to force one to dream
of you,
A crime to force one to love

Dare to dream and fly away,
Feeling like a bird in any way,
Starring at shiny, pink lullaby clouds,
getting snappy,
Wetting your pillow with tears
while being happy.

Share your dreams, that’s the life,
Ignore the sad, blood drinking knife,
Which stabbed you while dreaming
of someone you love,
Feel free to tell that someone
that it’s your dove.

All you need is courage, daring,
Much passion for your darling,
These words are a requiem for a dream
to come true,
Fight with all your fury and passion:
you can cross the love’s rue.
- Mihailescu Andreea, "Requiem for a dream"


-FJ said...

The sea's evaporated, though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing, they're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written, but we can't read between the line

Hush, it's okay, dry your eye
dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye, 'cause soulmates never die

This one world vision turns us into compromise
What good's religion when it's each other we despise?
Damn the government
Damn their killing, damn their lies
hush, it's okay
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes

Soulmate dry your eyes, 'cause soulmates never die
Soulmates never die(x4)
never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die

FreeThinke said...

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Couldn't sleep
And wouldn't sleep
Until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree.
He's a laugh, but I like it
Because the laugh's on me.

A pill he is
But still he is
All mine and I'll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Like me.

Seen a lot
I mean I lot
But now I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

I'll sing to him
Each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

When he talks he is seeking
Words to get off his chest.
Horizontally speaking
He's at his very best.

Vexed again
Perplexed again
Thank God I can't be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I!

~ Lorenz Hart (1895-1943)

FreeThinke said...

__ Of a Woman, Dead Young __

If she had been beautiful, even,

Or wiser than women about her,

Or had moved with a certain defiance;

If she had had sons at her sides,

And she with her hands on their shoulders,

Sons, to make troubled the Gods-

But where was there wonder in her?

What had she, better or eviler,

Whose days were a pattering of peas

From the pod to the bowl in her lap?

That the pine tree is blasted by lightning,

And the bowlder split raw from the mountain,

And the river dried short in its rushing-

That I can know, and be humble.

But that They who have trodden the stars

Should turn from Their echoing highway

To trample a daisy, unnoticed

In a meadow of small, open flowers --

Where is Their triumph in that?

Where is Their pride, and Their vengeance?

~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)

FreeThinke said...

________ Grandeur of a Sort _________

Grandeur of a sort so rarely seen
Nostrils flare and eyebrows start to raise.
Under no constraint to withhold praise
Harridans and hustlers turn pea green.

Ladies feel the breath stop in their throats;
Looking fixedly at everywhere,
Except the spot where others gape and stare,
While he who has it calmly stands and gloats.

Ogleworthy ones have special rights
Sparking fights whenever they wear tights.

Still they occupy a favored space
Inimitable, above the commonplace

Exhibiting most coveted delights
Half pityingly as they gaze down from the heights.

~ FreeThinke

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Thersites said...

I don't feel bad for Mr. Williams, nor do I fault him. It's hard to reprise a roll one has grown to despise, and given the Parkinson's diagnosis, why should he want to?

Depart at the first curtain call. No encore is required.

FreeThinke said...


_________ Staying in Character _________

Endearing, though preposterous, as you were,
Real affection from persona fake
Incredibly, for your dear children’s sake,
Flowed naturally, –– but with a trace of myrrh.
This bitterness directed just toward you
Betrayed your guilt at living past the norm
Usually accepted as good form.
Oh how easily you’d have gotten through
Demands domestic, if you’d just been steady!
Sadly, however, urges wild and heady
Remained in charge, and so your judges ruled
Maturity you lacked. They’d not been fooled.
Only then –– by showing some resolve
Through queer disguise –– did you your problem solve.

~ FreeThinke (8/17/14)

FreeThinke said...

I quite agree, but this sonnet was not intended as a sign of mourning, but more of appreciation for one of his funniest, most eccentric, yet touching and endearing characters. I was not one of RW's greatest fans, and frankly disliked the manic, quasi-hysterical way he presented himself in interviews, on talk shows and in some of his movies -- like Good Morning, Vietnam, for instance.

I find stridency irritating -- one of the reasons I never liked Jack Lemmon in The Odd Couple, when he was said to be at his funniest.

I removed it, because it was much in need of revision. It's okay now, -- I hope.

Thersites said...

I wasn't a big Jack Lemmon fan either. I always preferred Oscar.

Low maintenance.

FreeThinke said...

Funny! I AM a Felix Unger type, myself, because I literally can't breathe, unless I see Beauty, Order and Harmony in my surroundings. And yet, I couldn't stand that movie.