Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, 'I am too young,
'And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.'
Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

"you are SOOOOO money you deserve your own currency."

I am awesome!

What shall we do when we meet, I wonder.
Shall we shake hands?
or fall in love . . .

II
My life is paused
Where’s the play button on this damn thing
I can’t rewind anymore
Can’t play the same scene over again
You do not define me

describe what oryx means to you
not the furry version
but the fictitious one.
the one you made me read about.
the one that makes me think of you.

***

Oh dear what can the matter be? No matter, I’m happy today. My sister has retreated to Halifax and I have reclaimed order in my apartment. Although I miss her messes. She brings celebration to every minute. I am in love with her and very lucky that she is a witness to my life, and I a witness to her’s.

***
I need to write. Often and more. More often.
I will live through printed words
Based on life without them.
I wish to make sense
I wish to make sense to you
To him
To her
But there’s something beautiful in the mystery
I forever fall between extremes
Wanting what I don’t have

Paint my grass greener

***

This urge will not dissipate
I’ve shoved it in corners
Pushed it into crevasses,
covered with sealant
Hid it under the bed,
behind the boxes of forgotten photos,
receipts,
tickets,
beer labels & bottle caps
(kept to remind me)
I’ve tried to sweep it under the rug
but
This urge will not lessen
Will not relent
Will not release
I need to dance.

***

On a random Wednesday

It’s raining today
Which means I’m thinking of you
While holding an umbrella
I remember (I think)
You walk in the rain without shelter
Wet white shirt
Clinging to a body
I can’t touch


I must’ve sent you this song
‘the sidewalks are watching me think about you.
someone choose
who’s left and who’s leaving.’


I must tell you of my dream
Last night,
While I slept and you worked,
We were together.
If I could live inside my head
I would
I would


You are fascinating
(and that is spelt right)
Sorry for the compliment
(and that is spelt right)
Forgot how they bother you.
I’ll analyze our ‘troubles’,
To make you smile,
If you promise to find me,
just as fascinating.
Maybe even
Beyond belief


I imagine you everywhere
Will you sit here?
Will you touch this shirt?
These jeans?
This cheek?
How can I wait
The anticipation is too much too bear
Sometimes
I can imagine it so well
That I must be going crazy

I'm going home, before rain falls again.

To know your place in the world, check this out:

http://users.gazinter.net/melan/Warn/Warnenu.htm

Ahmic, you cure me.

my head hurts. but at least it's not a tumor (I have a clean CT scan to prove it ;)

i love this song. pilate = goodness.

this is a boring blog entry.

yawn.

did not get enough quality sleep last night.

double yawn.

My cottage. My oasis. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm off to see mother and sister there tomorrow and am a little too excited about it. Found this website today which is all about the roads I take to heaven. Prolly not interesting unless you're me, but I'm posting it nonetheless.

http://www.onlink.net/~woodland/trail.htm

and most interestingly the above site has a link to this site:

http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Museum/3986/main.htm

all about this house we pass on the way to our boathouse. Guy that owns it is an art teacher in nearby Burk's Falls and has some pretty major plans for his property. He's been busy!




jeesh - art teacher is actually offering to bury you there for a mere $10,000 USD. but he'll make you a big cement head! what a bargin! fasinating.

I'm a-coming Ahmic! :) peace out.

(above painting was done by a friend of my momma's.)

disease or cure
i'm happy to find out.
i need the make believe gone
not you.


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so drunk. and its TUESDAY!

i have to cure myself of you
je dois me guérir de vous

My reason:

I went into the woods

because I wanted to live deliberately.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life ...

to put to rout all that was not life;

and not, when I came to die,

discover that I had not lived.

Walt Whitman.

I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces all day through In that small café, the park across the way The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the mornin' sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you ------ instrumental break ------ I'll find you in the mornin' sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you.

i wish for more of you