Bohemia

To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment,
To laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind,
To spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none,
To fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art,
This is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in her outward and visible aspect.
It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment,
This exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion,
And if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices
and lovable faults,
For in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save
that of Hypocrisy.
Her faults are more commonly those of
self-indulgence, thoughtlessness, vanity and procrastination,
And these usually go hand-in-hand with generosity, love and charity.
For it is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well.
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique?
And what is the charm of its mental fairyland?
It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia!
One must choose and find one’s own path,
Be one’s own self,
Live one’s own life.

Bohemia by Gelett Burgess



Wednesday 17 August 2011

How Can I Forget

How can I forget
The way you make me feels
Every time you look deep
Into my eyes

How can I forget
The warm of your breath
On my cold skin
Waking me up from sleep
Every morning

How can I forget
The smiles on your face
When we lie down hand in hand
Talking about our crazy life

How can I forget
All those nights
When we used to cuddle
Hold on to each other
Till we fell asleep

How can I forget
That day when you made me cry
When suddenly other things
Become more important than you & i

How can I forget
That time when you break my heart
With you words
Piercing into my core

How can I forget
The day you walked out the door
Promising you would come back
Promising things would be better
And keep me waiting

And I am still waiting
From the day you left
From the day my heart breaks
From the day my tear drops
How can I forget
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