Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay -robert frost-
Friday, October 30, 2009
- 2:26 pm
so we live.
this dying day has waited long, in a world of wonderous deceit; for the night to come, with shining amour, to consider if this be meet.
the paleness calling through the gloom, reverberating through out the room, and so was said the day we died, was borne from death a new born lie.
the days of death have passed us by, to live again, yes you and i, for now light beckons from the north, the golden star to guide us forth.
and whence from came this saving grace, to save this world and make a place; to live again, back from the dead, to walk again, in mine own stead.
fin
Monday, October 26, 2009
- 11:21 pm
these are new days; new songs of what was and old ways to what will be. sometimes you just gotta take things a step at a time to know where you're going, or you'll just end up lost. and its not nice being lost because then you gotta be found again and while you're out there hunting for yourself you lose the presence of being; and you miss everything that happens around you. to be a part of.
sometimes the nights are very different from what they used to be. darkness can mean many things; but secrets tend only to be as dark as the world around them. so sing your new realities and make your worlds the way you want them to be; because when everything else disappears, you'll still be left with that little piece of mind that you always intended to be yours.
make it a new day.
fin
Friday, October 09, 2009
- 9:30 am
night
o what great thing you are; sleepless keeper of night! silent watcher you be o'er gates to solace denying just reprieve from burdensome being.
i trust in time this tiresome tryst may find its end in the deepening mist; to cloud the mind with an emptiness fair, freed the thought from joy and despair.
left to the end to now concede the battle lost; yet springs the seed of thought afresh so it may seem that all the world be left in dream.
o what great thing you are; sleepless keeper of night, let still be the form; yet not still the light!
fin
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