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

Would you

Would you take my hand and swirl me around
As we dance to the music that you hum
On the rooftop terrace after breakfast
When the sun is smiling brightly
And sky is pretty

Would you put your arm around me
As I put my head on your shoulder
When we sit on the slightly covered bench at the park
Looking up watching the rains falling down
Staring at the sky thinking about life

Would your fingers wrap mine keeping me warm
As we gaze at the flickering lights of the city from the tower
When the winds gusting cold air on our faces
And the seagulls flying so near
We could almost touch them

Would you kiss me on my lips
As we sit by the edge of the ferry
Enjoying the salty smell of the sea
Watching the stunning surroundings
Drinking cups and cups of tea

Would you place my palm on your chest
So I can feel your heart beating fast
And you just look deep into my eyes
Not saying a word
But saying so much
And making my heart beats fast

Would you
Love me freely
Without a care for the world
Would you
Love me like I love you
Would you
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