Cast away, cast away
Cast away your worries
Cast away your fear
Cast away your troubles
What have you to ponder?
What have you to love?
Why do you always tremble?
Tremble
Beneath the stars above

It was a well-lighted room
For candle light at least
He took her hand
And they ran
They ran...

But then she awoke
From her dreams of love
And found him gone.
He was gone, she yawned
And wiping the sleep
(Or was it a tear)
From her eye
She started some eggs.

Then suddenly she remembered
Whether it was the heat of the stove
Or the heat of the night
Or the memory of his smell
Or the smell of oregano...

She remembered it in a flash
quickly: all of his mannerisms
slowly his walk
how gentle his voice was
the soft and warm of the wind that evening

she turned off the eggs
abandoning them on the stove
and sat down in a trance
methodically she reached for
pad and paper and pen
and she wrote these words:

"Where is he?"

She blinked twice and
breathed in softly
Remembering his voice
So soft, so loving.
His eyes, so light.
As if the light of Heaven shown through them.

His hands were soft at times
Hard at others
Never used for harm, but to work
Skillfully
They were beautiful hands.

For a moment
She felt his hand on hers
But it was a dream.


Why does this dream
Seem so real?
Why do the best dreams
Always hurt in the morning?

"I love him,"
She cried to the silence
"I love him and will wait."
She waited
Years passed.
Long years.
He did not ever come.

She was still herself
Within herself,
Only alone, without passage
From the dark world
Which she built around herself.

This is not the end.



~K M Radley

A Revolver.

Let me tell you how it will be,
To lead a better life...

When I wake up early in the morning:

Turn off your mind
Relax and float downstream
It is not dying.

My ember, however is.

She said, I know what it's like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad
She's making me feel that I've never been born.
I'm only sleeping.

Lay down all thoughts
Surrender to the void
It is shining.

Good day, Sunshine!

Nobody can deny that there's something there.

That you may see the meaning
Of within
It is being.

And the great philosopher
Metaphysically discussed
The difference between
Knowing and being.

One must be to know.

What love is all
What love is everyone
It is knowing.

Knowing that love is to share.

Is mere knowledge a kind of love?
One must love to know.

That ignorance and hate
May mourn the dead
It is believing.

Each one believing that love never dies.

Belief bears love. Disbelief bears discouragement.
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.

But listen...

But listen to the color
Of your dream
It is not living.

For when we live to die...
I'm only sleeping.

All play the game
Existance to the end
Of the beginning.

Nobody came.

Of the beginning.
For the beginning is where we all began, you see.

When I was a boy, everything was right.

If the beginning is in darkness, shall we soon find light?
If the beginning was light...then we shall soon find darkness.
Or is the end of the beginning?

If he's beside me I know I need never care...

Here, there, and everywhere.

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Dylan Thomas

Slighted

Annoyed
Misconstrued
Misconstructed
Misconducted
Induced
Sleepy
Misunderstood
Loved
Hated.

Freak.

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And hard rains are gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And hard rains are gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard rains are gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And hard rains are gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard rains are gonna fall.

Diamonds glitter, crowns shine,
And around the holy palace,
Like a million young leaves,
Hearts are turned to you.

-Afanasii Fet

Mad Song

The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs enfold! . . .
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault
Of pavèd heaven,
With sorrow fraught,
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of Night,
Make weak the eyes of Day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with the tempests play,

Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do crowd
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increased;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.



-W Blake

No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you-
My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,
Let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
To guard you and to guide you...

Say you'll love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true.
That's all I ask of you...

Let me be your shelter
Let me be you light
You're safe, no one will find you,
Your fears are far behind you...

All I want is freedom
A world with no more night,
And you always beside me
To hold me and to hide me...

Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime,
Let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too
That's all I ask of you.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.
Say the word and I will follow you.
Share each day with me, each night, each morning...
Say you love me...you know I do.

Love me, that's all I ask of you.







~If you don't know where this poem comes from you should be shot. That is all I have to say on the matter. It's settled.

When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met:
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears.


Lord Byron

From this day forward
You shall not walk alone,
My heart will be your shelter,
My arms will be your home.


-Unknown

I do.

People pointing, fingerpainting the world.
Leaving me the silhouette of my life
And I'm filling in the negative space
With positively everything.

I do. And it's all because of you.

It's not emotion that I feel for you
It's not devotion that I want from you.

I want someone to follow who doesn't lead the way.
I want someone to listen who won't repeat what I say
And I'm filling in the negative space
With positively everything.

I do.
I do
And it's all because of you.


Edie Brickell

Modesty bequeaths tired eyes
Who grow tired of sheilding themselves.
Four hours and ten pages.

Sunday morning was lovely.

His essence throughout me
He asked and I answered.

Yes.

Silvery, nut-like October
The tin glint of early frost.
The autumn twilight of Chekhov,
Tchaikovsky and Levitan
"Winter Approaches"

Pasternak

Ivan

Ivan the Terrible
Killed his son
And his son's son.
And many of his wives.
Not to mention the citizens of many towns
Nor to mention the poor
Who were scarcely considered to be citizens.

And yet we marvel at Hitler
Who brought such evil
And kill so many millions
And we think,
"No evil could be that dark,"

But the only truth is
That evil has always been.

So has love.

Evolution

Out of dusk a shadow,
Then a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence
Then a lark;
Out of the heart a rapture,
Then a pain;
Out of the dead, cold ashes,
Life again.


John Banister Tabb