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Cast: Maika Monroe, Keir Gilchrist, Olivia Luccardi, Jake Weary, Daniel Zovatto, Debbie Williams, Ruby Harris
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Cast: Tilda Swinton, John C. Reilly, Ezra Miller, Siobhan Fallon, Ursula Parker, Jasper Newell, Ashley Gerasimovich, Rock Duer, Lauren Fox, Kimberley Drummond
Do Not Be Weary
Do not be weary of doing what is right,
For your love overflows all its banks!
And i will live in the valley of your love.
slowly the dream began to fade
heart slowly began to petrify
running times of leave
it has dried buds
I will continue to move
Copyright © 2012
With Fingers Weary
With fingers weary
With eyelids heavy
I no longer lone for manual labor
Tho it be necessarily the thing to do
To work from nine to five
And work I say work for who?
This life long labor is all for you
My work is to say what I say to you
By the pen may it be made true.
Worry, weary, merry, marry!
And like a wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness;
But to fade away like a leaf was the muse of your love.
As filthy as rags,
No need to weary,
Sniffing the wind but,
Who can restrain your lover?!!
And she is always around in your room.
0319 For Jake - A Sloppigram
Some days I love crap sentiment
’cause I know there’s real sentiment under there
Some days I love silly pomes
’cause I know it takes a happy man to be silly
Some days I love rude messages
’cause they’re a way of not saying loving, embarrassing things
about special people
The night, to-night how weary is
This night, to-night how weary is
The sickly boy sickens the more and sweats
Into the delirium of the night.
With her beady eyes
In the slow-lighted night full glistening
Like lizard’s eyes.
And the delirium
The delirium of the night
How soundeth it
Like a cacophony.
This night, to-night how weary is.
Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary?
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?
Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder:
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,
While the snow falls on me colder and colder.
You are my one, and I have not another;
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure;
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,
Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.
Tz'u No. 9 (Weary)
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream"
Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary
to rearrange my hair.
Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard
in the evening wind.
The moon looks pale and light clouds float
to and fro.
Incense lies idle in the jade duck-shaped burner.
The cherry-red bed-curtain is drawn close,
concealing its tassels.
Can Tung-Hsi's horn still ward off the cold?
Farewell Weary Weatherman
Farewell weary weatherman,
A lonesome mind has embraced desolation.
Unsheltered from the exploding storm,
No escape from isolation.
A song of lament reverberates,
Piercing hearts like a sword.
Soulful cries carried by the wind,
Bursting through life’s thinning cord.
Tear apart all naive, worldly perceptions,
A place of refuge you vainly forage.
Animated daggers carved an epitaph,
As you tread life’s final voyage.
Weary, sometimes I get so weary.
I lay myself right down.
I wonder why I get weary?
The feeling makes me frown.
I just don'; t like it.
It makes me mad.
I take for granted
that what I had
should not be missing now.
And yet I sense somehow
that all the living I have done
has made me tired. It's like a ton,
a heavy, heavy weight I feel
that challenges me to take a rest
and challenges me to do what's best
and stop worrying about
Boom shocka boom (3x)
Ladies and gentleman meet your guardian
Your keepers of morals...hahaha kindness
The path to shangrila is led by heeeee, led by you
He is of your positivity he is of your loooove
Meet one half of the jugglin duo
That is your soul Im talkin about
Jeckel another j catch one more
Theyll try and catch all thats instore for you
How many souls will fall from the sky? (for you)
How many souls burned wonderin why? (4x)
The Weary Poet
Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns
along verses of poetry
in the wee hours of the night.
A flickering fluorescent Light
tremulously glows its paleness
above the weary poets head,
each tremor depriving him sleep.
The first rays of sunlight shine through
the rooms window, devouring
the artificial annoyance
while his tired head slowly descends
onto his outstretched left forearm;
the pen still resting in his hand
while his dreams devise completion.
The Weary Old Man
weary, the old man from his garden
goes inside the house
with unwashed feet all muddy
rests on that bamboo bed,
he finds no meaning
why he must still live for another day
weary, he closes his eyes
prepared by his granddaughter
who mother left her
under his care
weary the old man is
as the moon which used to be full
in a very dark sky
on that open window of his room
the cold winds are getting in
God, I Am Weary
no path ahead,
and the wind removes
all traces behind.
god, i am weary...
this body is worn,
these eyes fade.
and the songs i sing
in the desert night,
haunt the distance with sadness.
Lover, where are you?
i've forgotten your face!
even the smell of your perfume,
fades in the darkness.
the trees are weeping,
even the moon sheds a tear.
as the small fire i built
fades down to embers!
ong have I made these hills and valleys weary
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary,
With noise of these my shrieks and cries that fill the air;
She only, who should make me merry,
Hears not my prayer:
That I, alas! misfortune’s son and heir,
Hope in none other hope but in despair.
O unkind and cruel! If thus my death may please thee,
Then die I will to ease thee:
Yet if I die, the world will thee control,
And write upon my tomb, O sweet departure,
Lo! here lies one, alas! poor soul,
A true love’s martyr.
Mother Has Grown Weary
Refusing to accept,
Mother Nature does not fight on battlefields...
They continue in attempts to overpower Her!
With advanced ignorance,
They destroy Mother's children
And everything natural they find uncomfortable!
Or at least,
Fight to control!
Mother has grown weary.
Beginning to scold in a selective manner,
Never witnessed before!
She spanked with warnings.
Now She feels She has to be 'thee' bitch...
To get everyone's attention!
She will get it regardless of opposition!
So Weary And So Dedicated Sleeping
it is this painstaking
choice of words
for a nice handiwork
knitting some fairies
mathematical colors of threads
and flowers in bright colors
using strictly the mandate
a painting in cloth and threads
when she is finally
falling into a deep sleep
inside a room
where she is alone
on a dim light
of her loneliness
i open the door
to check on her
i see the handiwork of God
a woman so indulged
in her art