•   From fairest creatures we desire increase,
      That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die,
      But as the riper should by time decease,
      His tender heire might beare his memory:
    5 But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
      Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
                       Making a famine where aboundance lies,
      Thy selfe thy foe, to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
      Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
    10 And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
      Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
      And, tender chorle, makst wast in niggarding:
      Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
     

    To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.

     

  • 2007-09-09

    古道 - [无声的声音]

    Tag:幻象

    想起茶马的古道的街.

    每次都是,一旦远离,就像把堵着的一个个小洞的针拔了出来.

    回忆,系念一丝一缕的顺着血管,从洞里一点一滴的淌着.

    我的梦想是池塘的梦想,

    自己的血液沿着树根慢慢爬上叶脉,开遍春色,直到,

    直到我也无力再悲伤 随着古道一起慢慢死去

     

     

     

  • 2007-09-08

    幻听 - [无声的声音]

    Tag:幻听

    一根一根香烟.

    一次一次删掉过去.

    开始有幻听,开始学会很多.

    幻听的开始是一片空旷的长鸣,像是海浪打着海岸的强壮的怀抱,就这样被他们包围,不知道谁开始哭泣,淅淅沥沥的开始有雨点的声响,大片无声的空气发出悲伤的低鸣,开始有鼓点,开始有基础的旋律,开始有主旋律,那是谁的心跳着的频率?云朵积聚在高亢的声响中排出油画的参差,开始想象,想象过往的流年,只剩幻听在耳边环绕.

    学会让自己不那么努力就好.

    学会让自己暂时失去控制,幻听便再次继续