The Noresoup Jukebox

(Using the Golden Shovel method, this is an excerpt from Mary Oliver’s “Don’t Hesitate.”) "Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb." I shall not stray away, for I will want to return anyway. You can eat a flower or put the petals in whatever Or you can leave it be and time will still be unkind to it. The bouquet is dying as it is So if you desire to try to keep it alive, don’t! Set it free, let it die, leave it be. Yet still, you wouldn’t lose a penny to stop being afraid. For fear reminds us of what the world is fondest of; the terrible unknowns, the tragedies, the darkness and its unforgiving wit, the stories of which are gruesome and plenty. For every fortnight, on my bedside, sits fragile joy. I greet her, and she smiles, bliss is what she is And yet, her countenance shows not The many fears that she has made. For when she is gone who shall I turn to? In her absence is solitude and that cannot be. Thus, I shall allow sleep ...

Lana Del Rey - Get Free I'm at the end of the road it seems there's a bridge ahead that I must cross a land of possibilities awaits, with greater pains and higher costs I am woman, I am woman my youth beams at me from behind silent prayers that led me here louder cries that kept me alive when my feet took me to the edge of the cliffs my future held me back "There is a bridge yet that you must cross this is not the end, you must revert, you must head back." And so I did,  it took every fibre of my being it took me all my youth to allow joy and it took me a few hundred hours to look in the mirror  to stare at me, using my eyes and no other and who was I?  Who was I to me? All my youth I had carried others and kept myself asleep. So, here we are, at the end of the road Feet bruised, heart still aching To look behind now means Looking at my losses and to know it was a good thing.  For the heart remembers But the mind often forgets And perhaps that is better For in thrivi...