Each one believeing that love never dies....
One of my favorite poems...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right
I lvoe purely, as they turn from praise.
I love the with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life!
And if God chose,
I shall love thee better after death!
- Elizabeth Barret Browning
I remember having to resight that my senior year..which was 5 years ago. Damn I feel old. Poor Brent, he graduated almost 10 years ago. He graduated in 96. So he must feel real old. My old man. haha.
Now for some old poetry of mine.
A Little Caveman (writen about the book, "The Fifth Child" from the childs point of view)
When I was born I saw your face
You were shocked and filled with disgrace
You didn't understand just what I was
Saw my face and caused quite a fuss
Although, you tried to treat me like any normal baby
You still wondered a monster maybe?
You breast fed me and I drank every drop
A little leach you may have thought
I was just hungry, a little big for my age
But you just thought of me as a pig, you were filled with rage
As I grew older I became stronger and stronger
I hear you call me poor Ben now
So what if I killed your cat, meow!
I just wanted to be noticed and after that I'm sure I was
You sent me to a horrifying palce
You left me there without a trace
They stripped me down, took all my clothes
Put me in some kind of jacket, God only knows
I was scared from my head to my toes
You came back for me in the end
And acted like a long lost friend
Here I am as pale as a ghost, shaking again
You threaten me by saying
Ben straighten up or I'll send you back there again
I went on to school, tried to be like the rest
It didn't ever seem to work; though I tried my best
One day at school I beat up a little girl
She just got on my nerves; her and her goldie locks curls!
I'm not sorry for what I did
I don't understand you see
I guess I'm just a little cave man
And that's how it was meant to be.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right
I lvoe purely, as they turn from praise.
I love the with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life!
And if God chose,
I shall love thee better after death!
- Elizabeth Barret Browning
I remember having to resight that my senior year..which was 5 years ago. Damn I feel old. Poor Brent, he graduated almost 10 years ago. He graduated in 96. So he must feel real old. My old man. haha.
Now for some old poetry of mine.
A Little Caveman (writen about the book, "The Fifth Child" from the childs point of view)
When I was born I saw your face
You were shocked and filled with disgrace
You didn't understand just what I was
Saw my face and caused quite a fuss
Although, you tried to treat me like any normal baby
You still wondered a monster maybe?
You breast fed me and I drank every drop
A little leach you may have thought
I was just hungry, a little big for my age
But you just thought of me as a pig, you were filled with rage
As I grew older I became stronger and stronger
I hear you call me poor Ben now
So what if I killed your cat, meow!
I just wanted to be noticed and after that I'm sure I was
You sent me to a horrifying palce
You left me there without a trace
They stripped me down, took all my clothes
Put me in some kind of jacket, God only knows
I was scared from my head to my toes
You came back for me in the end
And acted like a long lost friend
Here I am as pale as a ghost, shaking again
You threaten me by saying
Ben straighten up or I'll send you back there again
I went on to school, tried to be like the rest
It didn't ever seem to work; though I tried my best
One day at school I beat up a little girl
She just got on my nerves; her and her goldie locks curls!
I'm not sorry for what I did
I don't understand you see
I guess I'm just a little cave man
And that's how it was meant to be.