In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?


robert louis stevenson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

~ Emily Dickinson

Tell that to Trent Reznor, he wrote it.

hmmm...I belive that. sounds like something he might say.

well bring him to the stoop for tea and I will. Even numetal lyricists need the occasional grammar lesson.


I mean he is from Cleveland isn't he?

I believe I found the winner..

Grandifloras doth be damask,
Err viola are azurite,
Sugar is ambrosial,
Thus so art thou.

If

by Rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

AND...
A woman, my daughter!

that is one of the all-time great writes. ^^^

(my 'if' is a close second...ha, yeah right!)

Yes....One of the first poems I put into my keepsake box when I was just a girl...Today I needed to re visit these powerful words as a source of strength and a reminder to be strong... ..How are you KC?...I love the "Crush" vid

cold, too cold! looks like we will miss the snow are you so lucky?

Yes, no snow in central Tennessee...

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued


robert frost

dust of snow

the top of the hill allowed me to see the way that the land meets the sky. There is nothing like a mountain to give a man hope and make a lost lover cry.

“Think highly of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate.”

then why should the sins of the fathers be visited upon their sons?


bunk

I tell my sons take back the day and ignore that trash wisdom :)

agreed,

you highlighted that in one of my favorite colors

as if to own it to me

thanks KC