Why pay money for the horror movies? Just go to a street without trees!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: trees
Objects and Objectives
To contemplate LEGO. Many colours. Many shapes. Many inventive and useful shapes. Plastic. A versatile and practical substance. Symbolic of the resourcefulness of man. Oil taken from the depths of the very earth. Distillation of said raw material. Chemical processes. Pollution. Creating a product providing hours of constructive play. For children all over the world. Teaching our young. Through enjoyment. Preparing them for further resourcefulness. The progress of our kind.
A book. Many books. Proud liners of walls. Fingered. Taken out with great care. Held open. Gazed upon / into with something like awe. A medium for the recording of and communication of knowledge. From the many to the many. Down the ages. And of art. And of love. But do you hear the trees outside whispering? Do their voices haunt you? No wonder. They are calling for their brothers. Pulped. Pressed. Coated. Printed. Bound. And for their other brothers which made the shelves to hold them. And for the roof over them as well.
From the very beginning - everything at cost. A cave man, to get food, had to deal with the killing. And the bones from one death proved very useful for implementing the death of another.
Tags: books progress knowledge man death poem trees killing prose-poetry bones resourcefulness lego cave-man
The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.
The world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into dazzling jungles.
What right have we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we want to taste rock and sand or do we expect to make impossible poems from space and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny we are, and how much we don't yet understand. We are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and sisters in the nursery together. We had better learn to play nicely before we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the distant humming welcoming darkness.
Tags: love animals children silence stars universe darkness light sea trees space play brothers ocean mountains eyes sisters poems cities deserts see colour nursery walk mouths babes jungles
The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.
Simona PanovaTags: love romantic frost vision world god romance silence sinister dark darkness dream secret myth secrets trees mystery worship brothers gods sacrifice haunted ritual visions ancient tree gothic tower forest unknown young-adult mythology atmospheric deity land mysterious brotherhood atmosphere nightmare coldness brother cold numb heard forbidden occult order ghost silent rite pine occultism secretive ominous realm gothic-romance mute grey goth gray deities haunt severe nightmarish resemble noiseless benumbed forbid mystify mystifying tremendous
When trees fall on trees, the topmost tree must first be removed before others. Don't be too concerned about the problems of the past. What matters most is the challenge at hand now!
Israelmore AyivorTags: past future present trees disappointed forget today challenge fall food-for-thought problem fail concern focus first now fell matters matter this-moment failed israelmore-ayivor remove first-things-first stay-focussed 1st at-hand best-things-first focussed log logs
I wish the trees would go into leaf that I might find out what they are. In their present undress I cannot recognise them. It's true that I doubt if I should know my best friends--men or women--with their clothes off.
Laura LafargueTags: humor nature trees nature-s-beauty
Trees make man happy in thousands of different ways; in return, man hurts the trees in thousands of different ways! What an honourable being man is!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: trees
Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds… Lonely trees are not lonely!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: trees
Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite his opened ears, he could distinguish no words, but clearly he understood its mingled themes - the joy of Spring's awakening, rebirth, with the green life streaming singing up through every bough, swelling the buds, burgeoning with tender leaves the branches; the dance of the trees in the scented winds of Spring; the drums of the jubilant rain on leafy hoods; passion of Summer sun pouring its golden flood down upon the trees; the moon passing with stately step and slow and green hands stretching up to her and drawing from her breast milk of silver fire; riot of wild gay winds with their mad pipings and strummings; - soft interlacing of boughs, the kiss of amorous leaves - all these and more, much more that McKay could not understand for it dealt with hidden, secret things for which man has no images.
("The Women Of The Woods")
Tags: natural nature moon trees spring tree bird pagan
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