The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;  Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ~Robert Frost |
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White FlowerA crimson sliver was all that i needed, to plant my love in fields i had seeded. A part that was missing and now is complete, to make me whole again, fine and repleate. A flower that bloomed on a hard rocky slope, it's petals were white and pure, the color of hope. My joy was boundless, it soared with the wind, Carrying me from the dark depths where i had been. An alabaster flower of such beauty in bloom, I drank in deeply of it's heady purfume. Not being careful of the love i had borne, this flower i found had only one thorn. And when i pricked my heart upon it, I lost the Stars, the Sun, the Moon, and the Planets. |
What pain is loneliness, How forlorn, the loss of tenderness. The gentle hand, in its caress. Soft lips, in a passionate kiss. ------------- The heat of a close embrace, A lock of hair that frames the face. The bringing of an inner peace, Calming of that inside beast. ------------ Raging fires behind my breast, Emotions, so strong, when expressed. So wonderous, the bringing of love, Rapturous, beautiful, like the heavens above. All other illusions lay shattered, For 'tis love and happiness, that truly matter. It causes my heart to beat with all its might, A beacon in the dark, of beautious light. |
PersonYou don't seem to care if the sun stops shining Or if the rain stops coming in it's even downpour Or if the wind stops blowing the decaying leaves around in a whirl wind of fury You don't seem to care if you stumble on your careful way over an obstacle that remain unseen Or when people spit their hateful words at your forgiving heart like so many darts Or if the ocean dried up or the desert became filled with stale water You don't seem to care if I brush you off like a small fly, even unaware that I am doing it Or when you just can't wake up from a slumber that you can't even remember You don't seem to care if you are alone with your thoughts and simple rage Or if you are surrounded by friend or foe Or if a small stream laughs at you You don't seem to care under your fixed face and folded arms You don't seem to care yet I have decided that you do And still I choose to envy you, and still I choose to love you, because you don't seem to care. |
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StarsFrom high up in the sky The stars they shine so bright, In the Majesty of the night,
Darkest day or brightest night, In my mind there is no fright, There's no fright, Not tonight.
But should I die, Be killed outright, Give up on the fight, so vain, I'd pray for a soft shower of rain, To wash away my hurt, my pain, That this world brought to me, Again.
Then I'd say to you below, Born again so soon to go, The fight must still be won, Beneath our burning sun.
The fight that men have known, As they have grown and grown, In knowledge and in years, There is no time for tears.
So now you must be strong, Work not for what is wrong, But fight for what is right, So that you may sleep in peace tonight, Beneath those stars, so bright. |
I am, I am to Come, I was ©SmithSW 1997 |
DOGGY BAGsee me? left waiting to be taken there is no solid home for scraps the space is always here to there temporary fillers better than no place at all there is always somewhere no one mentions to ask who's taking the rest home ©W.Geddes 1996 |
Sonnet to SleepO soft embalmer of the still night, Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close, In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, Or wait the Amen ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes: Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards Its strength for darkness, burrowing like the mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed casket of my soul. ~John Keats I once thought there was a world where women worked on assembly lines stamping red on the white and blue plates that everyone loved with perfect smiles on there faces thinking of their man fighting valiantly in a far away land they had nice girls at home who never went all the way and clean cut football player boys with clean cut hair cuts. |
AmerikaDing Dong the witch is dead I'm the sugar plum fairy come to dance in your head twisted and jaded lost and insane Have a day Have a night You'll find only pain When old treacherous pursuits seem fickle and vain Face it you're insane |
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