He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
She
I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I've never seen him - that's the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he'd know me - a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,
And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies. . .
So when we meet what will he think of me?
......
always cold in the north
perhaps coming here
was a
mistake after all
It's not so much the weather as
it is the ever gray sky
It favors depression
......
Husband and wife may live their lives
In their home that's filled with pride.
It matters not how the mighty tiger roars,
You don't know what goes on behind closed doors.
Husband and wife should try to be
A living example for others to see,
But no one knows when the tiger roars
Of what goes on behind closed doors.
THE SUN WILL SHINE AGAIN I don't know why days are sad,
......
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack,
remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately
when it fell the crowds rent the air with shouts,
and seemed to see significance in the incident. -- DAILY PAPERS.
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro --
And what should they know of England who only England know? --
The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and brag,
They are lifting their heads in the stillness to yelp at the English Flag!
Must we borrow a clout from the Boer -- to plaster anew with dirt?
......
The enigma walks on lonely roads.
Redemption of love from loss.
Strangers in the woods meet once,
never to meet again.
I watch you
And I listen to you talk
Of all the things
You are going to do
Of all the inspiration
You are getting
Of all the ways
You are moving on
On from us
“I know I am supposed to be moving on..”
......
Walk into the room
hear the drop fall
you look so nice; I look so dull
but people use you as people use me
when I’m stuck with you, I cannot breathe
please go away
you haunt me at night and mock me at day
I can’t get rid of you
Am I hallucinating?
No matter how hard I turn off the tap,
......
When I close my eyes I finally have everything
beauty to comfort me
hugs to warm me
love to convince me
but only as long as my eyes are closed
so I stay with my eyes closed, pretending to be warm
with my eyes closed, I miss everything, life as it happens
but I don't want to open them
to awake back to my cold lonely bed
so I stay in my cold lonely head
......
Thoughts as sweet as candy,
Bitter now, from all I missed,
Like little rocks, soft and sandy,
Grinding into all my shit.
I miss the salty breeze, and rolling waves,
......