What wonderful things I can think about I thought. Yeah… thoughts,
they are crazy things that come to my mind. I don’t know what is going
on in my mind now-a-days. As I don’t have a computer I think a lot,
write on paper a lot psst I don’t even know what all I write.
Well… work kinda slowed down a bit as there are not much issues
popping up around. Yesterday I talked to my mom on MSN, she is still
with her sister, I got her when she briefly came home. They are all
still in a gloomy mood after the death of my uncle. Other than that
nothing much going on with my life. I don’t think this is a calm. I
hate calm times, because my life pattern clearly taught me what will
come next. Life will squeeze me into a drum and roll me down a hill.
Hehehe… now I am so used to that sort of downfall. I usually shut
myself out during the calm itself. In my best calculation, it will
start sometime in the third week of this month. What is it? …. mmmm…
I don’t know. Even if I know what it is coming… I won’t try to stop it.
Because I love my life that much.
Last week I told that you all may not see a short poem from me for
sometime. But here is one poem I wrote. This one came out of
throw away lines. What that means is when I write a poem I usually
overwrite to break any kinda blocks. This was written while I was
writing my latest poem. That is one long poem and I am only close to
finishing the final version. Typing that in itself may take some
time. I read this before I cut off these lines from that poem
then it came to my mind that someone may find this interesting. I don’t
think I can use this to anyone as the “love in me” is dead and I am
looking for a proper place to bury it all and take a good long walk.
Message Of Love.
When the sky bears the tears of earth,
With dark clouds and flashes roars,
In my sadness, your face I remember,
The face that took away every color from my eyes,
As focused on you is all my love.
When upon the rock walls the ocean pounds,
And all over me, the cold bubbles splashes,
Cold deep into my marrow touches,
I remember the only time your hand I held.
There exists no other face in my mind,
Every breath, every beat of my heart,
Every drop of my blood, every footstep I take,
Every star I see, Every song I hear,
Bear witness to my love for you,
And I will bear witness,
To the innocence and sanctity you bring,
To every corner of this globe.
May the touch of your soul be the measure,
Of peace of every kind in this world,
May every action of yours be,
The symbol of love cherished by every lover.
I love you.
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<TD colSpan=3>Phillis Wheatley (1753–1784)
To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband
Grim monarch! see, depriv’d of vital breath,
A young physician in the dust of death:
Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,
Our griefs to double, and lay waste our joy?
“Enough” thou never yet wast known to say,
Though millions die, the vassals of thy sway:
Nor youth, nor science, nor the ties of love,
Nor aught on earth thy flinty heart can move.
The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save,
In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave.
Fair mourner, there see thy lov’d Leonard laid,
And o’er him spread the deep impervious shade;
Clos’d are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep
His senses bound in never-waking sleep,
Till time shall cease, till many a starry world
Shall fall from heav’n, in dire confusion hurl’d,
Till nature in her final wreck shall lie,
And her last groan shall rend the azure sky:
Not, not till then his active soul shall claim
His body, a divine immortal frame.
But see the softly-stealing tears apace
Pursue each other down the mourner’s face;
But cease thy tears, bid ev’ry sigh depart,
And cast the load of anguish from thine heart:
From the cold shell of his great soul arise,
And look beyond, thou native of the skies;
There fix thy view, where fleeter than the wind
Thy Leonard mounts, and leaves the earth behind.
Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night
To join for ever on the hills of light:
To thine embrace his joyful sprit moves
To thee, the partner of his earthly loves;
He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin’d,
And better suited to th’ immortal mind.
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You definitely should keep all of your “throw away” lines my dear friend. This piece was amazing. It reminds me of several old Irish sayings I’ve read.
I’m so sorry about the loss of your uncle. And I know what you mean about feeling, almost tasting, impending gloom. I can feel it as well. Just be extra careful & mindful. ~stephenie
oh & adorable profile picture!
Sry I haven’t commented on your site in a while, been busy, but after a couple weeks, I’ll start commenting lol
-Emily
Hi, I’m so sorry to hear about your uncle. This makes for a very beautiful poem. I’m glad you saved these lines. The last four are especially touching. Thanks for the new year wishes. I hope your 2006 will be great. 🙂
Hey, thanx for the comment. i love your poems. always good to read!
hey. i’m really, really sorry about your uncle, i know just how you feel. and that was a really nice poem, i loved it.
you’re on my protected now, so underneath the update that goes “i need a latte” then there’s like three songs i’ve written and i have more on other pages if you want to look at them. i hope you like them! =] have a great 2006–
amelia
Very cute goats,but I have to say mine are much cuter
why would it be a dream address? im going up to college next sunday.
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