ahhhh.....
Ok so a rufffff weekend.
A little emotional
A little crazy
A little depressed
now...
A little better....ahhhhh.
I think we all need to go crazy every once in a while, if only all of us could have friends like Casey and "sisters" like Ash to make us feel better. If all of us could have a surrogate mom like Donna.
We would all be a little better.....thanks guys I needed that.
A favorite poem of mine by E.E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me.
or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed my fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is depper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
a love poem for a love sick fool
now if you are more of the "adventurous" type this one may suit you better. (yes allen this means you)
may i feel said he
(i'll sqeal said she
just once said he)
its fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
( lets go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but its life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome? said he
ummm said she)
you're divine said he
(you are Mine said she)
ummmmmm....indeed. if only you knew men....if only you knew.
nothing like a 19th century poet to tell it like it is.... or could be. Love or Lust, two so completely different things that often get mixed and confused with one another, unwilling partners for eternity
A little emotional
A little crazy
A little depressed
now...
A little better....ahhhhh.
I think we all need to go crazy every once in a while, if only all of us could have friends like Casey and "sisters" like Ash to make us feel better. If all of us could have a surrogate mom like Donna.
We would all be a little better.....thanks guys I needed that.
A favorite poem of mine by E.E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me.
or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed my fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is depper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
a love poem for a love sick fool
now if you are more of the "adventurous" type this one may suit you better. (yes allen this means you)
may i feel said he
(i'll sqeal said she
just once said he)
its fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
( lets go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but its life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome? said he
ummm said she)
you're divine said he
(you are Mine said she)
ummmmmm....indeed. if only you knew men....if only you knew.
nothing like a 19th century poet to tell it like it is.... or could be. Love or Lust, two so completely different things that often get mixed and confused with one another, unwilling partners for eternity