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Why do I have a heart?

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king-of-hearts-vector-258613.jpgIs he stabbing himself in the head or asserting his hegemony?

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Well he’s referred to as the Suicide King. So I’m assuming he’s stabbing himself.

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41 minutes ago, Vassago said:

Well he’s referred to as the Suicide King. So I’m assuming he’s stabbing himself.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

William Shakespeare

Playwright, Poet (c. 1564–1616)
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The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

W.B. Yeats- 1919

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If I Had a Heart

Fever Ray

 

This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more 

Give me more

 

 

This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more
Give me more

 

 

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings

 

 

Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing

 

 

Dangling feet from window frame
Will I ever ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me more

 

 

Crushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside Just to come around
More, give me more, give me more

 

 

Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing

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6 minutes ago, Vassago said:

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

W.B. Yeats- 1919

VALENTINE
And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banished from myself,
And Silvia is myself; banished from her
Is self from self—a deadly banishment.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by— 
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection?
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon.
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Fostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom;
Tarry I here, I but attend on death,
but, fly I hence, I fly away from life. 

 

William Shakespeare

Playwright, Poet (c. 1564–1616)
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1 hour ago, fishndude57 said:

If I Had a Heart

Fever Ray

 

This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more 

Give me more

 

 

This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more
Give me more

 

 

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings

 

 

Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing

 

 

Dangling feet from window frame
Will I ever ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me more

 

 

Crushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside Just to come around
More, give me more, give me more

 

 

Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing

I could aim
But I could not fire
Got a bullet to spare
To kill my desire 
Who's calling the shots
One of us must make the Peace
To have or to have not
The fire has got to cease 

I'm loaded
Don't know where to point this thing
It's a sin
How we hit where it hurts 

Who's calling the shots
One of us must end this masquerade
To have or to have not
Let's heal the wounds that we've made 

It'a a war of the heart (it's a war of the heart)
It's a war of the heart 

Got a bullet to spare, don't wanna send it your way 

Who's calling the shots
One of us, must make the peace
To have or to have not
The fire has got to cease 

It'a a war of the heart (it's a war of the heart)
It's a war of the heart 

I'm loaded
Don't know where to point this thing
(it's a sin) It's a sin
How we hit where it hurts (where it hurts) 

One of us
Gotta end this masquerade
Got to heal the wounds that we've made
I've got a bullet to spare
Don't want to send it your way
If you want to end it
If you want to end it just say 

It'a a war of the heart (it's a war of the heart)
It's a war of the heart 

(Got to end this masqurade) 

I've got a bullet to spare
Don't want to send it your way
If you want to end it
If you want to end it just say 

It'a a war of the heart
It's a war of the heart
It'a a war of the heart

 

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1 hour ago, fishndude57 said:

If I Had a Heart

Fever Ray

 

This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more 

Give me more

 

 

This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more
Give me more

 

 

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings

 

 

Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing

 

 

Dangling feet from window frame
Will I ever ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me more

 

 

Crushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside Just to come around
More, give me more, give me more

 

 

Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing

 

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“Language is a virus from outer space.”

William S. Burroughs

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3 hours ago, ironman318 said:

king-of-hearts-vector-258613.jpgIs he stabbing himself in the head or asserting his hegemony?

Why don't I have a brain???  Lol

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A sword might pierce a dozen, but the right question can raise an army.

Vassago 7/15/2018  20:46.

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DYING

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,– and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed and then
I could not see to see.

Emily Dickinson - 1862

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See now only one poet left to figure out the formula I left for you all many months ago. Take your best guess. It’s what all Brujo do.

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3 hours ago, ironman318 said:

VALENTINE
And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banished from myself,
And Silvia is myself; banished from her
Is self from self—a deadly banishment.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by— 
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection?
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon.
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Fostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom;
Tarry I here, I but attend on death,
but, fly I hence, I fly away from life. 

 

William Shakespeare

Playwright, Poet (c. 1564–1616)

Sorry fat finger hit the red button then I hit the green. Thank goodness the web developers had a failsafe. Anyways, great quote. It reminds me of my second favorite Matthew Broderick movie; Ladyhawke.

Tight Lines.

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