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I Carry Your Heart With Me- E.E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet ) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

Love Letter Written In A Burning Building By Anne Sexton

I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,
full of white shirts and salad greens,
the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks,
and I wore movies in my eyes,
and you wore eggs in your tunnel,
and we played sheets, sheets, sheets
all day, even in the bathtub like lunatics.
But today I set the bed afire
and smoke is filling the room,
it is getting hot enough for the walls to melt,
and the icebox, a gluey white tooth.

I have on a mask in order to write my last words,
and they are just for you, and I will place them
in the icebox saved for vodka and tomatoes,
and perhaps they will last.
The dog will not. Her spots will fall off.
The old letters will melt into a black bee.
The night gowns are already shredding
into paper, the yellow, the red, the purple.
The bed - well, the sheets have turned to gold -
hard, hard gold, and the mattress
is being kissed into a stone.

As for me, my dearest Foxxy,
my poems to you may or may not reach the icebox
and its hopeful eternity,
for isn't yours enough?
The one where you name
my name right out in P.R.?
If my toes weren't yielding to pitch
I'd tell the whole story -
not just the sheet story
but the belly-button story,
the pried-eyelid story,
the whiskey-sour-of-the-nipple story -
and shovel back our love where it belonged.

Despite my asbestos gloves,
the cough is filling me with black and a red powder seeps through my
veins,
our little crate goes down so publicly
and without meaning it, you see, meaning a solo act,
a cremation of the love,
but instead we seem to be going down right in the middle of a Russian
street,
the flames making the sound of
the horse being beaten and beaten,
the whip is adoring its human triumph
while the flies wait, blow by blow,
straight from United Fruit, Inc.

Love By Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.

My Valentine's Day in Glasgow (Plus a Valentine's Day History)

So it's pouring rain and I'm sitting by my computer enjoy the silence of being alone, I'll tell you all about my Valentine's Day, but first a little history. Valentine's day began as a holiday to commemorate Christian martyr, Saint Valentine. The actually holiday became romanticized in the 14th century by Chaucer and the likes, turning it's meaning into courtly love. He penned, ""For this was Saint Valentine's Day, when every bird cometh there to choose his mate." And so it was written. Of course, Valentines Day has been capitalized, from love cards, flowers and candy etc. But for me, Valentine's Day is about treating myself well, being good to my body and exhibiting self-love. So I got a haircut, as you may see in the picture below...


... and some Belgian Chocolates!


I also bought myself a Van Heusen Vintage shirt from my sponsor, We Love To Boogie down on Byer's Road. Check them out by clicking here.

Can I also add this...

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Happy Valentine's Day guys! Be good to yourselves!

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things...

Tyler the Creator- YONKERS

I just stumbled on this video where rapper Tyler the Creator eats a LIVE cockroach and proceeds to hang himself. His flow is crazy and he despises Bruno Mars, sounds like my kind of guy.

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