My horoscope for today: "The sooner you wake up to a dream that isn't real, the better."

A stitch in time . . .I'm watching rented BBC Office episodes, it's late. I'm tired of this day, bored of waiting for you to say hi ;) I sleep tonight like it's my job. I wrote a ton at the cottage and hope some of it's good. I wrote about a song, another one that made too much eerie sense. It's late, did I mention? I must go and recharge. I wish you _____________.

can't believe it's taken me this long to post Cohen, an writer who makes me hold my breath. enjoy. moi.

Summer-Haiku from "The Spice-Box of Earth"

Silence

and a deeper silence

when the crickets

hesitate

I Long to Hold Some Lady from The Spice Box of Earth

I long to hold some lady

For my love is far away,

And will not come tomorrow

And was not here today.

There is no flesh so perfect

As on my lady's bone,

And yet it seems so distant

When I am all alone:

As though she were a masterpiece

In some castled town,

That pilgrims come to visit

And priests to copy down.

Alas, I cannot travel

To a love I have so deep

Or sleep too close beside

A love I want to keep.

But I long to hold some lady,

For flesh is warm and sweet.

Cold skeletons go marching

Each night beside my feet.

Poem

(my favourite)

from "Let Us Compare Mythologies"

I heard of a man

who says words so beautifully

that if he only speaks their name

women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body

while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.

it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.

you must watch this if you want to laugh awkardly at someone elses misery. let me know if can understand what they're talking about!
http://ebaumsworld.com/2006/07/highvoice.wmv

even a broken clock is right twice a day

I can't escape this hell

So many times i've tried

But i'm still caged inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

No one will ever change this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal

(This animal, this animal)

I can't escape myself

(I can't escape myself)

So many times i've lied

(So many times i've lied)

But there's still rage inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

-Traffic on the Hwy. 400, we listened to this CD a million times over. It grew on me, annoyingly. ;)

Thank you to Jon and his Saturn. 700 km to Ahmic and back.