R.I.P.

R.I.P Eileen Eborall 1932-2010 may you walk among angels

Up in Smoke

Smoke may burn your eye, But only people can make you cry!

It Must Be Monday

No sleep, listening to weird fucked up alternative country, feel like i've been run over by a truck and just got pissed on by stray dogs yay what a monday

Herbstzeitlose

“The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.” - Allen Ginsberg

new

New post at my other home

Things that are on my mind when the rain falls

Death Be not Proud by John Donn

Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which yet thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must low
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.


The Sick Rose by William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!
The Invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

wisdom

Jhonn Balace continues to speak for me..... on my other home those who knows will find it