you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
It's quiet on the plains in Spain
Oh will it rain Oh will it rain
She gazes through her mullioned pane
and drinks a glass of fine champagne
His heartbreak she does not embrace
It's written on her ridged face
He rises from his easy chair
bedeviled by her hardened stare
you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
A poet's mind is on the loose
a golden egg laid by the goose
he's looking at the moon again
don't take away his poet pen
origins and prelude (edgar chronicles).
for the last several days, there has been some kind of black bird strutting about on the starbucks patio searching for crumbs.. .
i don't particularly get along with these birds.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before so that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door only this and nothing more
quote the raven nevermore
the sea is my mother, my father the sky.. both are eternal and vast, each in their way.
as i rise slowly yet inexorably from mother's protective embrace, i reach towards father, life giver, mentor.
he draws me up as spiraling vapor that is phantom-like but possessing true substance.
Sometimes i can't help it my brain just does stuff that and it surprises me as it's coming out.
the sea is my mother, my father the sky.. both are eternal and vast, each in their way.
as i rise slowly yet inexorably from mother's protective embrace, i reach towards father, life giver, mentor.
he draws me up as spiraling vapor that is phantom-like but possessing true substance.
I had a dream that I ate a very large marshmallow and in the morning my pillow had disappeared and I called out to the sea and looked up to the sky for answers but alas there was nothing. Another mysterious spiraling vapor appeared phantom-like and yet so real i could taste the marshmallow toasted and clinging helplessly to a stick.
for you, dear friend:.
it seemed but yesterday though, heaven knows, .
time has flown since i embarked upon that .
Wolves were massing at the door
He felt the fear mount in his core
Their howling he could not ignore
He couldn't take it anymore
Then he woke up to see his black lab jumping frantically against the door with that anxious look " I gotta go"
we've frequently discussed how forums are different from real life, yet many have developed close friendships through this and other boards.
some posters are super friendly and personable and others just state their business and do not interact.
i understand human nature and cannot be friends with everyone.
I'm here because I was once a witness and the experience was interesting and I have a curiosity about how others were impacted. Sometimes I'm just here to have a little fun because humor can run wild here in a curious jw way. I guess we never really know who lives behind the avatars it's a mystery. People often think they know movie stars or talk about characters in a tv show like they're real.
Are there layers of realness? I can't see you or hear you but you leave a message and I can read it like finding an ancient piece of pottery and I wonder who made this? What were they like?
good morning i hope everyone is having a wonderful day.
there has been a lot of talk about the "new light" concerning the generation teaching.
it's been a major part of the prophecy concerning the last days and of course since jws are the only ones able to decipher and understand prophecy it is of great importance to get this main prophecy right.
1914 was the cry
soon they found it was a lie
and yet they tried to make it fly
a dream from some deluded guy
well it took awhile.
i've downsized.
got rid of my bmw.
lonely afternoon : memoir.
lonely afternoon.
i found it!.
Oh yes music is a time machine
That was beautiful
