..eyes wide open..
Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone —…
Collision of conscience Collision of conscience caused quite a scene as the King of Carnivals collected cans for con artists Rolling rocks race downward spiraling the dodgers dream Dead on arrival desperate clinging to carnal truths Steam engine bone-dry tapestry threads shredding inhaling fibers blinking eyes tears roll down but it ain’t crying Cars conquest,…
By Sir John Suckling Why so pale and wan fond lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can’t move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? ..continued..
By Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. continued..
