Quote Play: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I love this quote (I say that about a lot of my quotes), but this one includes some in depth thought, or some simple pondering. Also, it's simple for me to explain, even with my current sickness.



Like it says, just let it rain. Let everything continue on its way as it should, as natures takes its course. Why interfere with the natural lay of the land?

That's one way to explain it, simply letting life live. The other way is a more optimistic view.

You know the rains coming down, so you gotta realize that the rain isn't going to stop just because you want it to. Just endure it and sit it out, because there's gonna be sun shining right after. Live and let live.





Short simple to the point, more than usual, heh.

Over and out, more out than over, see ya.

Matthias

Quote

School's out. for. summer.

I just got out of school.


I guess it's just a feeling of disbelief, ya know? Just the thought that everything like that was done, just in a blink. No big bang, no big "Suprise! You're out for three months!" No, none of that. I just thought. All the past year. The entire school year which just flew by.

Like I was on a train to nowhere and I was passing by some odd buildings in the distance. Looking back, I wasted some real big mistakes, some real big misses. I really somewhat think I should've thought it out more.


I should have done all my work, done all my assignments on time.

I probably also shouldn't have gone for anyone. I know it seems stupid, but I really shouldn't have looked for relationship, but it's all in the past. What hope does someone who thinks to be able to get someone. There never was a chance, so that's all aside now. I still hope whomever I once was fond for, can find solace and calm and love. Always.











I could not feel any better.

I've been described strangely, ya know. I changed myself this year, established myself completely differently from how I once was.

It's so easy when no one knows you at first, then you can establish self so much easier. Now look at me. Well, some thing don't change, oh well.

I've become so many things, a poet, musician, photographer. But, what have I made? What have I helped, who have I helped? I just feel like I'm watching over people, but not really doing a thing to help. Can't be helped, I guess.



Well, I still got my fingers, my camera, my music, my mind. There'll always be more to come, always be more to read, always more material as long as I breathe, I'll be thinking and I'll do my best to put it here.




What do we become?

Matthias, out.

Quote Play: Voltaire

"Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination."
Voltaire

I'm not gonna go too lengthy, well I'm not gonna use images either, but I'm gonna try my best to keep things simple.

I like this quote simply for the fact that it's quaint and it's short. It is silent it is kind.

Also, it is free to explore.

Within this quote lies the non-linear concept of love and all of it's facades. Quoted from the New International Version of the Bible:

Love is always patient and kind;
it is never jealous,
love is never boastful or conceited;
it is never rude or selfish;
it does not take offense, and is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth;
it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
Love does not come to an end.

Lovely set of words there (I have a ceramic cross bearing it in one of my bathrooms). We all know what love is, but do we realize what love is?

I think you may be thinking me stupid, or you may be checking out. What I mean by love is the truth of heart and mind.

Stated by another man; "A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and kindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy."
George Jean Nathan

I speak of the love from which we truly put for whom we truly love. Not just a boy friend or girl friend, but the people who stick with you. The people who bring you up and keep you there. They can be your soulmate, your best friend, your homework buddy, etc. The point is, that love is not just reserved for a few people, love is reserved for everyone, anyone and all the ones who make others smile.

I humbly withdraw my name from the list, I simply make people smile as a duty of mine to everyone, so let it be that I'll play the jester while someone else plays the prince or princess.

Woah, a bit lengthy this time, despite what I said.

Stopping here, just for now. Matthias out.

James Lavelle and his GU compilation

I'm really into this band called UNKLE. They have some great soundscapes an it's been keeping me going day-to-day.

Well, I just got wind of James Lavelle's new compilation mix, coming out July 27th, natch.

I'm really excited and can't wait to get my hands on it, so I'm gonna be waiting along till then, still trying to get a hang of the LD End Titles....Stories For a Film Album, but otherwise, it's good.

UNKLE blog: http://unkleofficial.blogspot.com/

Rest in Peace; Nathaniel Hawthorne; May 19, 1864

I truly didn't know this.

The famous American writer, Nathaniel Hawthorne, died on this very day. His writing has influenced me greatly, teaching me and molding (as with many thing else). His writings were ever beautiful and I can do no good justice to this famous man.

He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, living his life much to the par of a religious, but also conscious man. He went much into the writing business, starting out slowly and learning. When he wrote, he seemed close to an Edgar Allan Poe style of storyline, following him, though retaining his originality in script.

He died in his sleep on this day, leaving several stories and romances unfinished.

Rest in Peace, Hawthorne.

Free Fallin' Poetic: In Memoriam "L"

Be near me when my light is low;
when the blood creeps and the nerves prick
and tingle; and the heart is sick;
And all the wheels of Being slow.

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.

This poem has touched me and changed me. I am shaped by what I read. These words of a long dead man ring so clearly in my head. I find them leaping from my lips as I wander and walk, journeying.
But what do they mean?
Surely, they are words of grief, anger, emptiness, happiness and great love

"Be near me," I speak softly, watching upon a winter's night, my light so low that a deep breath would snuff it, for I dare not breath, nor do I dare look upon that which I should not. I dare not acknowledge the person, for she enraptures me and I am to blame for what will happen to myself.

Do not let yourself fall to feelings that cause distress or grief, much is to the ends and means of love and happiness. To strive to be happy, to make yourself happy, you will only shorten your life and destroy your own beliefs in the process. Instead of being happy and living loud for the next moment. Live softly and be content, in the moment you confide in.

Let not the beings sway you, but let yourself choose your path. Do not long for what is good, for life is not all good. Life can be distinguished between memorable acts and follies and destruction and strife, but it can also be marked with beauty and brilliant design from higher beings on softer planes.

In the process of attaining happiness for yourself, you destroy the others around you. That is not to say, you should stop your dreams, it is simply to say you should carefully choose your way. Bring good council and be in good company, to never be provoked.

Maintain and preserve your life and live for those around you, to make them happier.

A smile can live through a million years and still be crisp and curved as the minute that it came and passed. If all the world simply smiled, just once, just for a moment in time, it would be beautiful.

This is Matthias, smile.