PinnedThe SchopenhauerianI know that with my fingers I spin goldI know that with my fingers I spin gold And gilded are the tales I have told The poems I have written, songs I have sung All these children…Jan 27, 2023Jan 27, 2023
The SchopenhauerianThe walk of lifeEv’ry step but brings us closer to our final end Each a tribulation which the Lord our God sent To test our worthiness when before his…Apr 12Apr 12
The SchopenhauerianTrue loveIn all the world the finest bliss Is a most gentle, loving kiss From one who from paradise did wander And whose love one need not ponder…Apr 5Apr 5
The SchopenhauerianFriday of sorrowsO day of sorrow, behold the face Which has suffered to-day and bled For the liberation of our race; By God abandoned in our stead So that…Mar 29Mar 29
The SchopenhauerianThe final curtainOld, old — I am getting old And my fingertips are cold The veil of night is falling And from it I hear calling My long-gone father’s deep…Mar 22Mar 22
The SchopenhauerianLongingMy deep love, unbound, untethered, Swells savagely within my breast Yet this love, it should be fettered Should be, with chains of prudence…Mar 15Mar 15
The SchopenhauerianTime is preciousTime is precious She slips through our fingers Ne’er to be regained And each moment we waste Is lost for learning, lost for love, Lost for…Mar 8Mar 8
The SchopenhauerianSong in the nightO Lord, in these darkest of the year’s days When the sun but bashfully shows his face And the stars coldly shimmer in their place Couldst…Dec 25, 2023Dec 25, 2023
The SchopenhauerianA Christmas poemA merry Christmas to thee, To thy friends and family, With which together wilt seek To dispell the days so brief And welcome the gath‘ring…Dec 24, 2023Dec 24, 2023
The SchopenhauerianThe wine and vinegar of loveEach man has his demons, every marriage its troubles. Of which, every now and then, a little bit bubbles To the surface for one or all to…Dec 22, 2023Dec 22, 2023
