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We compose our life in stories we tell ourselves
— John Geddes
You and I are black and white - a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender
— John Geddes
The heart's not an organ but a whisper in your head ...
— John Geddes
In the end, we all inherit a stone, after life's waves have rolled over us - and hopefully, she'll write upon it
— John Geddes
I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us
— John Geddes
I think our 'changes' are not as radical as we suppose - in some way we persist as us ...
— John Geddes
I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem ...
— John Geddes
You betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean ...
— John Geddes
you cannot teach art - you cannot make a soul
— John Geddes
Evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it ...
— John Geddes
I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again ...
— John Geddes
What is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul ...
— John Geddes
Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch ...
— John Geddes
Words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...
— John Geddes
The strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires ...
— John Geddes
You don't read to exercise the mind but to take voyages
— John Geddes
Some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense ...
— John Geddes
I'm a man of stone - and my hands are not soft enough to brush away, each stray wisp of hair
— John Geddes
I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine ...
— John Geddes
My writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on ...
— John Geddes
We went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea ...
— John Geddes
Here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B ...
— John Geddes
You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls ...
— John Geddes
It was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer ...
— John Geddes
Dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear? ...
— John Geddes
A word is a word is another word more beautiful because of the former and the next and the circle and sun they create.
— Meia Geddes
From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams
— John Geddes
you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips
— John Geddes
We see this tendency to throw off restraints in life, in art - it's an inglorious gesture of thumbing the nose - it makes me laugh ...
— John Geddes
Careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
— John Geddes
I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys ...
— John Geddes
I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles - your Magus of words
— John Geddes
People demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters ...
— John Geddes
thinking of us, our struggles and pain, grieves in me a song more dismal than the sparrows' protest to the morning rain
— John J. Geddes
You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands ...
— John Geddes
A bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground ...
— John Geddes
Sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...
— John Geddes
My heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me ...
— John Geddes
Some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school ...
— John Geddes
Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart ...
— John Geddes
Art allows us to die over and over without actually dying. Only we must catch our breath.
— Meia Geddes
All winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly ... consuming ...
— John Geddes
Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know ...
— John Geddes
My early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out ...
— John Geddes
Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...
— John Geddes
The secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...
— John Geddes
The real absurdity is that to love is to suffer, but the reverse isn't always true ...
— John Geddes
If you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain ...
— John Geddes
Let us take our tongues and stick them out and waggle them in the wind. Let us walk, loving, let us walk and love, walking along, loving.
— Meia Geddes
...you can't be intimate unless you're sensitive...
— John Geddes
I've always idealized women I've loved - they all fell short, save one - the one God chose for me - she lights up a room by walking into it ...
— John Geddes
Fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges - icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
— John Geddes
Don't be afraid of going by a way you've never gone - that's the way we're all going ...
— John Geddes
God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds ...
— John Geddes
Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
— John Geddes
If you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while ...
— John Geddes
All these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style ...
— John Geddes
The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart ...
— John Geddes
Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
— John Geddes
Beauty is not symmetry of parts- that's so impotent -as Mishima says, beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, & finally destroys ...
— John Geddes
I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...
— John Geddes
You've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
— John Geddes
Don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do ...
— John Geddes
Loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars ...
— John Geddes
I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems ...
— John Geddes
I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17 ...
— John Geddes
Wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit ...
— John Geddes
Beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears ...
— John Geddes