....time....
....time....
I am the music floating free, I am the puppet trapped in the box... I am the cascades flowing tranquilly, I am the lava bursting from the mouth of the volcano... I am the rose blooming in a winter storm, I am the frost-bite on your finger in June... I am knowledge, I am ignorance... I am full of likenesses, I am full of contradictions.
~Me
never back.....................
Oh! life you'r but hell
Oh! hell you'r but in me
When I'v lost your love
I'm lost in an ocean of destiny
always forward
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
...soldier...
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
....roof....
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
kingdom hearts...
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Aragorn
Uncle Virg is up late!
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Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Knight.........
Not passed bedtime yet. But soon. Work tomorrow.![]()
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
...Cherry...
Merry..........................
chirstmas (though that seems like a freebee) I hate being predictable but oh well...sigh
deus ex machina
...December...
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
.....Farm............ (because I grew up on a farm, but now, the only time I go back there is during Christmas break... in December.)
"A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral." -Leo Tolstoy