Things growing are not ripe until their season,
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
And, touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshall to my will,
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's richest book.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Ripe?
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
fakers
Thursday, April 14, 2005
.::dramatizations: 04/14/05::.
Here are an excerpt from a poem and a poem from Shakespeare and Poe respectively.
Venus and AdonisAlone
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
love
Monday, April 11, 2005
.::dramatizations: Tazhiana is learning HTML::.
This means the two (2) ladies of the blog are learning HTML. They think it's easy. They haven't reached the advanced stuff yet. Anyway, I expect to see some great stuff from the both of them in the future.
thinking
Sunday, April 10, 2005
.::dramatizations: Tao Te Ching::.
My personal quest for enlightenment has led me, tonight, to Tao Te Ching
Tao Te ChingFriday, April 08, 2005
movin' on
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Mouthful of Poison
Blood spilled, heart–felt, head filled, play dead… Consider yourself now, my friend, enemy number one, you are bound and gagged, sacred circle broken trust, now the plague has been cast in your town, acid tongue venom word… Why bother to lie? Leave the lamp behind. Your mouth full of (lead and lies)… Don't walk in to fire, you might find that you'll get burned. What a find, dirty face! Guilt at last, is this a lesson that's learned? Can you hear your own blood in your veins, calling out your demise? Silence a word to the wise… Your mouth full of (lead and lies)… I can't hear you scream! Drowning so it seems your mouth is full of poison…