Sorrow, by Pink Floyd, September 8, 1987 |
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the landPlumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,But awakes to a morning with no reason for wakin... Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 01:04:00 GMT |
The Lost Boy |
The lost boy easily forgets that he has feet.The lost boy easily forgets that he has hands.The lost boy easily forgets gratitude.The lost boy easily forgets that he is not alone.The lost boy easily fo... Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 20:16:00 GMT |
Expression |
What is it that I can offer someone else, if not myself. In all of my fancies and flaws. In all of my doubts and encouragements.I do not think that I have to be an overwhelming personality. I do not t... Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
Tenure |
One of the most important thing I have missed in my life is the inability to currently work as a physician. Perhaps if you are intimate in my life, you would understand the reasons leading to leaving ... Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:15:00 GMT |
Sex |
Sex is extremely overrated. When mentioned, often our psychic antennae flare forward and upwards, as if some scent in the wind is about. This word for some is extremely sensua... Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:08:00 GMT |
WARS BLISTER |
Fear is near in this void and fieldWar's scar on the young's broken shieldSurfaces ravaged by fire and plagueTrenches deep between the mines and wireGrubs and cold feed on the same plateCivil is not t... Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:51:00 GMT |
PRICELESS |
Day by day a draft remains of your passingFrom my arms you went towardsUpwards I saw the dove take your handsYou did not say your loveBut I felt your eyes bless me with a promiseDays will go on with t... Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:48:00 GMT |
Benevolent |
Pleasure in the cool airLife coursing through my flowing hair Rain clouds moving under a blue skyLove like thunder crashes as expectedLightening takes me to you as a flareHere you are in this day perf... Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:44:00 GMT |
Thespians Art |
Allow yourself to enjoy this applauseSo many this night are charmed Recitals in songs and the thespian's attireThe Bard's pleasure in your graceful armsYou a minstrel appealing your sire &... Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:39:00 GMT |
Regrets |
My home is old and broken when I seeThe boy has no longer friends to playThis neighborhood has so changedDark streets where no children laugh todayLost hopes in the young shadow behind meFor that you... Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:35:00 GMT |