Friday, October 17, 2008


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


sigh...

Monday, October 06, 2008

glazing in a daze

out into a sleeping land

i wish upon a star

delicately do i do in

as it stirs the soul

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the blinding darkness holds me closely

warms me in its grasp

drawing me closer to my end

whereupon you lie master

maketh the mark of the side ….

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