Along came a tsunami. Washed away the new year.
Black birds are coming.
03 January 2008 @ 08:30 am
05 December 2007 @ 06:47 pm
" Never speaking, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak,
The Delight of old and young,
Tho' I speak without a Tongue.
Nought but one Thing can confound me,
Many Voices joining round me;
Then I fret, and rave and gabble,
Like the Labourers of Babel.
Now I am a Dog, or Cow,
I can bark, or I can low,
I can bleat, or I can sing,
Like the Warblers of the Spring.
Let the Love-sick Bard complain,
And I mourn the cruel Pain;
Let the happy Swain rejoice,
And I join my helping Voice;
Both are welcome, Grief or Joy,
I with either sport and toy.
Tho' a Lady, I am stout,
Drums and Trumpets bring me out;
Then I clash and roar, and rattle,
Join in all the Din of Battle.
Jove, with all his loudest Thunder,
When I'm vext, can't keep me under;
Yet so tender is my Ear,
That the lowest Voice I fear;
Much I dread the Courtier's Fate,
When his Merit's out of Date,
For I hate a silent Breath,
And a Whisper is my Death."
They get louder. They get louder, and louder, and louder until they shake the walls and I drown.
24 November 2007 @ 11:14 am
is what we need
to sharpen the minds dull indeed.
16 November 2007 @ 02:44 pm
you cannot feel, nor hold me
but some people might embrace me
I am soundless to the outside
but you always know I am there
even if you don't often know me
[ You won't find this on google. Its not a riddle with one correct answer. ]