First light, bleak flint hills:

winds rise, westerly, over stubble

and swale grass, battered sheds,

granary gone to decay, endless

prairie, ochre sea that undulates

for a thousand miles, where nothing

moves to the casual observer, but

out in it, knee deep as snow begins

to sting one’s face, as breath turns

white and one can only see with eyes

of the soul, life weathers on in nests

and burrows, in solitude and silence,

dreamless sleep the cold cannot touch.

--M deO

Dawn

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn;

Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light

Kisses the languid lips of Night,

Ere she can rise and hasten on.

All glowing from his dreamless rest

He holds her closely to his breast,

Warm lip to lip and limb to limb,

Until she dies for love of him.

To the long nights and dreamless sleeps..

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A deep farewell whispered through the silence.

April arrived, herald of spring’s gentle rebirth.

Now, eyes closed in quiet slumber, they slept.

Together you celebrated the coming of spring,

in a dreamless sleep beneath the blooming skies

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Love you *Gaidz ..

Quote taken from the very interesting collection of short stories called Sour Heart by Jenny Zhang:

www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/jenny-zhangs-obscene-...

Photo from Prague. I don't go to visit castles to see the architecture. I go to castles to see people moved by the architecture and children running around as if bad things no longer existed in the world.

Btw, the words looked warped on purpose..or maybe you are just having a lucid dream..

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well, i joined in "365 project" i think that it will be good for me :* and this is the first time

so wish for me a good luck :D, we will start 1-January 2010 ! and big thanks to Silent♥Heart.

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I've been tagged,and basically, the rules of this game is to write 10 things that I hate. Thanks to whom tagged me ♡ Here are 10 Random things I hate:

1. I hate Goodbyes

2. اكره قلة الادب والالفاض الوصخه...سواء كان من ياهل ولا من كبير.. قلة الادب ماحبها..

3. اكره الغربه .. والصين :)

4. I hate westernized people!

5. I hate people who think they're better than everybody else.

6. اكره اسوي شي غصب

7. اكره المستشفى :p

8. I hate it when people assume things about me before getting to know me, because most of the time they're wrong.

9. اكره لين اشوف حد قاعد ياكل بروحه !! يعور قلبي خاطري اروح اقعد معاه :(

10. واكره الانفتاح اللي زاد وايد عن حده هالايام! .. الناس يانين وقاعدين -_-" :)!

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"Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn;

Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light

Kisses the languid lips of Night,

Ere she can rise and hasten on.

All glowing from his dreamless rest

He holds her closely to his breast,

Warm lip to lip and limb to limb,

Until she dies for love of him."

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 'Dawn'

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Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn;

Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light

Kisses the languid lips of Night,

Ere she can rise and hasten on.

All glowing from his dreamless rest

He holds her closely to his breast,

Warm lip to lip and limb to limb,

Until she dies for love of him.

Dawn by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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* 10 Things I officially Hate :)

1- i hate .. people with 2 faces !

2- i hate .. when wa7da tast'3lny :)

3-i hate .. when people i dont talk tooo w they never ask about me , w ba3den one day yajoon because they need some help :S ! , kinda ma9la7a :)

4-i hate .. healthy food x'D , w i proffer fast food ;)

5-i hate .. when at'9ay8 badoon sba

6-i hate .. yoom afwt Ay 9alah ! V_V

7-i hate .. rude people ,

8-i hate .. when i fight with someone , i do not like causing problems to others !

9-i hate .. love poems

10- i hatee .. my photostream , w am thinking of deleting it :\

* i tag Dreamless ;) *

* excuse my eww and simple edit 3al saree3 :) , i might replace or delete it :D

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Canon 50mm 0,95 dreamlens

After years of waiting, in the cemetery, for a reason she could no longer remember, the woman raised from her deep dark dreamless sleep and walked the path she once walked so long ago to her home. It would not be long until she reached her destination, she paused and heard the unsettled crows calling from their nests high above...

* دارنـــا دار الــمــروّة و الــفــخــر ♥

'An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.'

Hugged By ; {Vanessa} Ty :*

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twelve sleepless nights

twelve dreamless days

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“Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.”

- Samuel Smiles

Soundtrack :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXiRuSIXbns

SEVEN YEARS – NORAH JONES

I miss your touch

your smile I love so much

the caress of your warm

and gentle arms that calm

and soothe me into dreamless sleep

so deep and sumptuous

tangled limbs and ice cold feet

long dark lashes kiss my eyes

and smooth my brow like butterflies

soft wings and pastel rainbows

flow and flutter; tears fall salted

transparent; softly muttered

utterances of delightful chatter

pitter-patter like gentle rain

that rolls so slowly in it's motion

down the window pane and pools

beneath on smooth and velvet

silken skin and whispers of important

plans are made in coolness of sweet solitude

in cloistered secrecy between the two of us

and then I wake to realise

that dreams are often far more vivid

than our memories will let us think

as we remember deeply

all those moments that we lost along the way

but all the tenderest ones we had will always stay

and these are most important

cherished in forgiving gentle hearts

a cache of treasured feelings

that our souls will always bear and not impart

now locked away in hidden chambers

loved yet never seeing light of day

unless someone may look a little closer

into the depth of feeling hidden in my eyes

and look again; then deeper still

and catch their breath with

all they see that I no longer can disguise

a deep and solemn longing

that pulls at heart and soul with all it's might

a need in me that one day will be prophesied

in terms of grief that brought me here

and hope and grace of all my youth

and long lost childhood years

will transform me into someone,

someone else might bring to tears

of joy instead of sorrow

a promise of a bright tomorrow

where sadness recedes

into the darkest corners of my mind

replaced with happiness

with someone who is kind

and on my wavelength

strength and loving me as I love them the same

equal measures; lifetime pleasures

treasures that are far beyond my dreams

let priceless pearls of wisdom

guide us; lead us; keep us for eternity

safe within each other's loving arms

and gently resting blissful heads

on pillows soft and bursting at the seams

with paradise that is our greatest wish

let no-one take this from us

may we always and forever feel like this.

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Information & Credits are on the blog post.. rissasecondlife.blogspot.com/2018/09/dreamless.html

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After I finished shooting the Hijras at Andheri Versova Link Road I saw this enormously far lady unable to fit in a rickshah , there was another person in the ricksha too..she saw me with my camera ..wondered who the fuck I was...

So I thought

I would introduce myself to her poetically..

a pedestrian poet

a pain a passion

on the broken wings

of an angel in flight

painting pictures

of pain and pathos

in spectral light

a black ass

stamped

immigration

check not required

fragmented genius

a pain in the butt

of racists white

fighting for the hijras survival

hijras human rights

their endless struggle

their dreamless nights

their fucked existence

no social fire ignites

buried standing

tears on the

soul of humanity

their last salutations

their last rites

my hijra pictures since this year are not for public viewi

dreamless sleep

3.

it's been a dreamless sleep for such a long time

THE WOOD

Charlotte Bronte

But two miles more, and then we rest!

Well, there is still an hour of day,

And long the brightness of the West

Will light us on our devious way;

Sit then, awhile, here in this wood--

So total is the solitude,

We safely may delay.

These massive roots afford a seat,

Which seems for weary travellers made.

There rest. The air is soft and sweet

In this sequestered forest glade,

And there are scents of flowers around,

The evening dew draws from the ground;

How soothingly they spread!

Yes; I was tired, but not at heart;

No--that beats full of sweet content,

For now I have my natural part

Of action with adventure blent;

Cast forth on the wide world with thee,

And all my once waste energy

To weighty purpose bent.

Yet--sayst thou, spies around us roam,

Our aims are termed conspiracy?

Haply, no more our English home

An anchorage for us may be?

That there is risk our mutual blood

May redden in some lonely wood

The knife of treachery?

Sayst thou, that where we lodge each night,

In each lone farm, or lonelier hall

Of Norman Peer--ere morning light

Suspicion must as duly fall,

As day returns--such vigilance

Presides and watches over France,

Such rigour governs all?

I fear not, William; dost thou fear?

So that the knife does not divide,

It may be ever hovering near:

I could not tremble at thy side,

And strenuous love--like mine for thee--

Is buckler strong 'gainst treachery,

And turns its stab aside.

I am resolved that thou shalt learn

To trust my strength as I trust thine;

I am resolved our souls shall burn

With equal, steady, mingling shine;

Part of the field is conquered now,

Our lives in the same channel flow,

Along the self-same line;

And while no groaning storm is heard,

Thou seem'st content it should be so,

But soon as comes a warning word

Of danger--straight thine anxious brow

Bends over me a mournful shade,

As doubting if my powers are made

To ford the floods of woe.

Know, then it is my spirit swells,

And drinks, with eager joy, the air

Of freedom--where at last it dwells,

Chartered, a common task to share

With thee, and then it stirs alert,

And pants to learn what menaced hurt

Demands for thee its care.

Remember, I have crossed the deep,

And stood with thee on deck, to gaze

On waves that rose in threatening heap,

While stagnant lay a heavy haze,

Dimly confusing sea with sky,

And baffling, even, the pilot's eye,

Intent to thread the maze--

Of rocks, on Bretagne's dangerous coast,

And find a way to steer our band

To the one point obscure, which lost,

Flung us, as victims, on the strand;--

All, elsewhere, gleamed the Gallic sword,

And not a wherry could be moored

Along the guarded land.

I feared not then--I fear not now;

The interest of each stirring scene

Wakes a new sense, a welcome glow,

In every nerve and bounding vein ;

Alike on turbid Channel sea,

Or in still wood of Normandy,

I feel as born again.

The rain descended that wild morn

When, anchoring in the cove at last,

Our band, all weary and forlorn

Ashore, like wave-worn sailors, cast--

Sought for a sheltering roof in vain,

And scarce could scanty food obtain

To break their morning fast.

Thou didst thy crust with me divide,

Thou didst thy cloak around me fold;

And, sitting silent by thy side,

I ate the bread in peace untold:

Given kindly from thy hand, 'twas sweet

As costly fare or princely treat

On royal plate of gold.

Sharp blew the sleet upon my face,

And, rising wild, the gusty wind

Drove on those thundering waves apace,

Our crew so late had left behind;

But, spite of frozen shower and storm,

So close to thee, my heart beat warm,

And tranquil slept my mind.

So now--nor foot-sore nor opprest

With walking all this August day,

I taste a heaven in this brief rest,

This gipsy-halt beside the way.

England's wild flowers are fair to view,

Like balm is England's summer dew

Like gold her sunset ray.

But the white violets, growing here,

Are sweeter than I yet have seen,

And ne'er did dew so pure and clear

Distil on forest mosses green,

As now, called forth by summer heat,

Perfumes our cool and fresh retreat--

These fragrant limes between.

That sunset! Look beneath the boughs,

Over the copse--beyond the hills;

How soft, yet deep and warm it glows,

And heaven with rich suffusion fills;

With hues where still the opal's tint,

Its gleam of prisoned fire is blent,

Where flame through azure thrills!

Depart we now--for fast will fade

That solemn splendour of decline,

And deep must be the after-shade

As stars alone to-night will shine;

No moon is destined--pale--to gaze

On such a day's vast Phoenix blaze,

A day in fires decayed!

There--hand-in-hand we tread again

The mazes of this varying wood,

And soon, amid a cultured plain,

Girt in with fertile solitude,

We shall our resting-place descry,

Marked by one roof-tree, towering high

Above a farmstead rude.

Refreshed, erelong, with rustic fare,

We'll seek a couch of dreamless ease;

Courage will guard thy heart from fear,

And Love give mine divinest peace:

To-morrow brings more dangerous toil,

And through its conflict and turmoil

We'll pass, as God shall please.

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Sleeping at Last

A poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti (*)

Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,

Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,

Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,

Sleeping at last.

No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,

No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,

Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.

Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover

Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.

Under the purple thyme and the purple clover

Sleeping at last.

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The poem appeared on classiclit.about.com/

....and here

and there

and everywhere

People fall asleep

They get dozy

they get woozy

to end up resting deep

It is dreamless

it is seamless

until they wake up

at the day

they land on a strange planet

or maybe a star

a moon perhaps

but far far away

HumbleBeeH

January 13th

Earth

3alashan 5a6r dreamless :P !!

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I am dreamless and therefore dead inside

Your house is your larger body.

It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless.

Kahlil Gibran

a couple of weeks ago I posted on facebook a location I'd stumbled across while out on an evening stroll, a sight which lit a longing and strange desperation to capture it in my soul.

Well, not long after that Cam and I created this one evening whilst the blossoms were at their peak. now, when I walk past deep green leaves run wild and the tiny flowers have gone leaving behind a bush blending seamlessly into others, all evidence of its former glory fallen in a dreamless sleep waiting patiently for another year until the time comes for petals to grown and flowers to bloom and shine again..

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2- مزآجيه من قلب وأعصب بسرعه وأكره شي عندي يوم أكون معصبه حد يقعد يستعبط او يضحك -.-"

3- أحب الخبآل والملآغه وإذآ جآتني الحآله مآ أخلي حد ف حآله وأحب العوز واجنن النآس :$

4- أكره شي اسمه قومة الصبح -____-"

5- مآدآني الموآد العلميه وسم ضروسي الماث والكيميا =.=

6- أموووووت على نآدي السد وعلى قد مايخسرون بعد أحبهم :*

7- أرضى بسرعه وأسآمح بسرعه بس أتم شايله بخآطري على الشخص ومآنسى بسرعه اذا الشخص اللي جرحني عزيز وغآلي علي :")

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9- عنيييييييييييييييييده وآيد بشكل ماتوقعونه :P

10- مآ أقدر اعيش من غير أمي الله يخليها لي ولآ يحرمني منها (h5)

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His favorite color was pink. Despite having been born on Halloween, swaddled in orange and weaned on pumpkin, he had a thing for pink. All shades of it-- baby pink, bubble gum pink, cherry blossom, cosmos, quince, cone flower, magenta, mauve, watermelon, sunset skies in winter-- he loved them all. These shades showed up everywhere, in his school notebooks, in patches on his jean jacket, in his polo shirts, in bandanas on his wrist, in his Converse tennis shoes, and even in his hair. ¶ On the day that he crossed over, the velvet curtains parted and fluttered in the breeze. Salty tears spilled on the hardwood floor. I planted rose geraniums and Sarah Berhnardt peonies. After the memorial service, I watered his grave with hibiscus tea and rose water. I wrapped my grief in a pink silk scarf and buried it along with his boyhood treasures, nestled in the roots of the Yoshino cherry tree. ¶. A couple of months later, in the sweetness of an early summer evening, I was sitting on the porch as night fell. Lightening bugs were abundant that year, the gardn aglow with hundreds of them. Out of nowhere, a pink flash caught my eye. It came closer and closer. A pink-bottomed lightening bug landed on my hand, wrapping me in fluorescent light. She then disappeared into the night. ¶. Stargazer lilies sang me a lullaby, and I drifted off on a pillow of rose petals, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep. The sky was on fire when I awoke, cotton candy clouds hovering above the trees. ¶. Pink is the color of innocence. Pink is the color of rebirth. Pink is the color of hope. ¶. For Ryan: 10/31/89-04/28/2008.

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In calm fellowship they sleep

Where the graves are dark and deep,

Where nor hate nor fraud nor feud

Mar their perfect brotherhood.

After all was done they went

Into dreamless sleep, content,

That the years would pass them by,

Sightless, soundless, where they lie.

Wines and roses, song and dance,

Have no portion in their trance—

The four seasons are as one,

Dark of night, and light of sun.

William Stanley Braithwaite ~ American Poet (1878-1962)

Below the thunders of the upper deep,

Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,

His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep

The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee

About his shadowy sides; above him swell

Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;

And far away into the sickly light,

From many a wondrous grot and secret cell

Unnumbered and enormous polypi

Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.

There hath he lain for ages, and will lie

Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,

Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;

Then once by man and angels to be seen,

In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

The Kraken ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson ~ 1830

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