poet man

poet man
is man
needs woman
cannot write

poet man
wants woman
is man
wants to write

poet man
meets woman
is man
can write

poet man
woman flies
poet man
can fly

(by known)

my venus

kiss my venus,
drink my tears,
absorb my thoughts,
release my fears.

be with me now
here in peace
help me fly
help me release

be my angel
watch my light
kiss me, venus
give up the fight!

(by unknown)

what a beauty

Look at earth from outer space
Everyone must find a place
Give me time and give me space
Give me real; don’t give me fake
Give me strength; reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Give me time; give us a kiss
Tell me your own politik

And open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes

Give me one, ’cause one is best
In confusion, confidence
Give me peace of mind and trust
Don’t forget the rest of us
Give me strength; reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Tell me all your politik

And open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes

But give me love over, love over, love over this, ahhh
And give me love over, love over, love over this, ahhh

Coldplay / song: politik / album: a rush of blood to the head

take’em for what they are

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”

The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” “Tha t ’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!