On M.W. Photography and Other Topics
My dear friends,
I think that I will create a new journal, the focus of which will be images - my photography, others photography, paintings, basically any still image. I will still use this journal, but I did want to let everyone know about the new journal. I wrote a poem a few weeks ago. I wrote only half of what I intended to write, but I think that the poem which I ended up with is still complete, even though I did not write three stanzas which I wanted to write. Additionally, I actually mistakenly threw away the third stanza. Since I can not remember the entire third stanza I guess I won't post it. I have tried to recall it from memory, but I can not. I don't know what else to do with the poem so, along with writing it in my personal journal, I thought I'd post it here. Lastly, you are all invaluable. You all mean something. I love you. Always remember that your worth can not be expressed fully and that you are worthy of love, that you are worthy of your dreams, no matter what happens.
[Your lips remind one of beautiful leaves]
Your lips remind one of beautiful leaves
Me they remind of thin-rosed rose green
Though how pin-pointed would be of
sharpness such razors pin-pricks, unlike
beauty such as is present on the canvas of lips either in
disappearance or appearance, independent of whether ever
my capturing even one hour in one day truly occurs, encounters,
or that of more or that of less
time; it is no matter
How justly before me death would be
dealt, for she and he forcefully swallow
(yet rightly so naturally and with ease simultaniously)
With you deal deathly would time to eternity, too, and
life even now doth punish our acts done we
here and there, where have not yet travelled we,
not hitherto necessarily, neither henceforth merely
Everywhere is death while we liveth if in
gardens of I do I harvest your leaves, taintless yet tainted,
buried too deeply to be reached
I think that I will create a new journal, the focus of which will be images - my photography, others photography, paintings, basically any still image. I will still use this journal, but I did want to let everyone know about the new journal. I wrote a poem a few weeks ago. I wrote only half of what I intended to write, but I think that the poem which I ended up with is still complete, even though I did not write three stanzas which I wanted to write. Additionally, I actually mistakenly threw away the third stanza. Since I can not remember the entire third stanza I guess I won't post it. I have tried to recall it from memory, but I can not. I don't know what else to do with the poem so, along with writing it in my personal journal, I thought I'd post it here. Lastly, you are all invaluable. You all mean something. I love you. Always remember that your worth can not be expressed fully and that you are worthy of love, that you are worthy of your dreams, no matter what happens.
[Your lips remind one of beautiful leaves]
Your lips remind one of beautiful leaves
Me they remind of thin-rosed rose green
Though how pin-pointed would be of
sharpness such razors pin-pricks, unlike
beauty such as is present on the canvas of lips either in
disappearance or appearance, independent of whether ever
my capturing even one hour in one day truly occurs, encounters,
or that of more or that of less
time; it is no matter
How justly before me death would be
dealt, for she and he forcefully swallow
(yet rightly so naturally and with ease simultaniously)
With you deal deathly would time to eternity, too, and
life even now doth punish our acts done we
here and there, where have not yet travelled we,
not hitherto necessarily, neither henceforth merely
Everywhere is death while we liveth if in
gardens of I do I harvest your leaves, taintless yet tainted,
buried too deeply to be reached