October 2012

Every person from your past 

lives as a shadow in your mind.

Good or bad, they all helped you

write the story of your life, and

shaped the person you are today.

-Doe Zantamata

IMAGINE

"You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one."

-John Lennon.

Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, 

And surf along the shore -- 

And in my heart a name 

My lips shall speak no more.

The high and lonely hills 

   Endure the darkening year -- 

And in my heart endure 

   A memory and a tear. 

Across the tide a sail 

   That tosses, and is gone -- 

And in my heart the kiss 

   That longing dreams upon. 

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, 

   And surf along the shore -- 

And in my heart the face 

   That I shall see no more.

- Charles George Douglas Roberts

The Choice

The Other side of a Mirror

I sat before my glass one day,

And conjured up a vision bare,

Unlike the aspects glad and gay,

That erst were found reflected there -

The vision of a woman, wild

With more than womanly despair.

Her hair stood back on either side

A face bereft of loveliness.

It had no envy now to hide

What once no man on earth could guess.

It formed the thorny aureole

Of hard, unsanctified distress.

Her lips were open - not a sound

Came though the parted lines of red,

Whate'er it was, the hideous wound

In silence and secret bled.

No sigh relieved her speechless woe,

She had no voice to speak her dread.

And in her lurid eyes there shone

The dying flame of life's desire,

Made mad because its hope was gone,

And kindled at the leaping fire

Of jealousy and fierce revenge,

And strength that could not change nor tire.

Shade of a shadow in the glass,

O set the crystal surface free!

Pass - as the fairer visions pass -

Nor ever more return, to be

The ghost of a distracted hour,

That heard me whisper: - 'I am she!” 

-Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Anonymous

When all the laughter dies in sorrow

And the tears have risen to a flood

When all the wars have found a cause

In human wisdom and in blood

Do you think they'll cry in sadness

Do you think the eye will blink

Do you think they'll curse the madness

Do you even think they'll think

When all the great galactic systems

Sigh to a frozen halt in space

Do you think there will be some remnant

Of beauty of the human race

Do you think there will be a vestige

Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear

Do you think a greater thinking thing

Will give a damn that man was here 

From Chicago 111.

T.S ELIOT