To: All
Good morning all,
Breakfast is on the buffet, and after breakfast we’re doing carriage rides through the park, on our way to the amusement park. No rush there is room for all!
293 posted on
04/03/2009 6:11:20 AM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: All
Dichotomy
I dream, of far places Ive never seen,
yet, Ive walked there so many times.
As the sun disc sets like a dying torch,
the sky, now a deepening purple crown.
To just know, to understand, is to weep,
for this moment can never, ever, be again.
I embrace the falling night, as a dark robe,
to dress myself in ignominy, a paupers rags.
Too human, to feel so much and live in it,
oh how I shudder at the burn of life, I ache.
Such is the real price one pays to be alive,
to grasp the full flame of existence anew.
I burn so, like a lighthouse on a dark coast,
the beam of my tattered hope, seeking my soul.
Somewhere out there, in the distant lands,
Ill find that which I seek, with fearful heart.
One day I will be complete, and so I fear,
will I be an Angel or a Demon, or still both.
295 posted on
04/03/2009 6:13:25 AM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
When you mentioned breakfast, I had to go fix mine! Now, I can make it a few hours....LOL! Hope you have a real nice day!
305 posted on
04/03/2009 7:13:50 AM PDT by
jaycee
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