a day gone again, and gone in vain, with words dat didnt register, with hours dat hurt like a blister, and a hot afternoon was horrid,so forgive my june-with-spoon. the long hot break, in that stinking little wreck, then the stupid little plans, no reason,no romance. just rubbish jokes and art, where i played my part. the old hag telling stories, about past history and glories. then the end of it all, i wish i could bawl. some pictures were drawn, i was less forlorn. till you came along, with your weary song. exhaustion in our eyes, made my frights rise. you were tired and sick, but still you played the trick, to show you were fine. your intentions were divine, but i swallowed my pains, and took the weak reins. you went home, i could not roam, so i went home too, worried and clueless about what to do. then i chunked it out, "its nothing" i heard myself shout.
ok..this is hell stupid...and funny..and very few will understand what this means;) but still,i cant resist.so here goes.... RD-DR burning bright with the brand new fresh daylight no one person,animal or tree has your perfect symmetry ;D
PS.i hope the ghost of william blake will spare me :D
wizarding alone, with the screen in front, with the poems in mind, the weird hebrew, that i am supposed to write, comes and goes. it seems like a hoax, a funny ballad of woes, a strange group of words, that hang from the top. and i wish it would stop. but, i wish that i wont at the same time. so i say "dont", and the rest still hovers. i look for covers. in vain my search goes. as i began, i still stand on my toes!