The Light Wraps You

he light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.

Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the ruined day.

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment.

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness.

Pablo Neruda

I wasn't sure when you broke my heart

Exactly what had happened.

You broke my heart, sir.

But in a healthy way.

It was more like a nut cracking

It put things in perspective.

How do you live without her?

Endothelium

Ah, my blood

Pumping through my veins

How forgotten,

My endothelium feels.

It runs all through me

Yet never a second thought had I

To this wonderful part of myself.

Ah, Endothelium, how I love thee.

What can't you get?

When I'm drivin' in my car
and a man comes on the radio
he's tellin' me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination.

I can't get no satisfaction
Cause I try and I try
And I try and I try.
I can't get no satisfaction.

When I'm watchin' my TV
and a man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.

When I'm ridin' round the world
and I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.

I can't get no satisfaction
Cause I try and I try
And I try and I try.
I can't get no satisfaction.
Hey hey hey. That's what I say.


~Mick and Keith

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.

In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

Bill