The Strength of Lions |
So solemn, dark and mysteriousher face hidden beneath a veiland though I didnt quite yet know, she struck me swift and hard I fellA red ribbon about her necka red sash across her breastA red rose upon...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 13:01:00 GMT |
The Conqueror Worm |
The Conqueror Worm Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A p...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 08:45:00 GMT |
What are we... |
I have often wondered what we are. Sounds strange, I know, but really it seems to be suprisingly difficult. Are we the flesh we carry everyday? This ever decaying shell that has a definite destination...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 12:53:00 GMT |
Why hast thou forsaken us... |
God... the eternal debate I suppose. Eternal is a fitting description it seems. Lately I am becoming sick of the discussion. A singer once said "what better way to turn people off that to twist ideas ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 08:07:00 GMT |
It will be believed... |
If the truth can be told so as to be understood, it will be believed.Human history represents such a radical break with the natural systems of biological organization that preceded it, that it must be...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 11:02:00 GMT |
To my lovely wife... |
Tammy,I often sit in wonderment at how I have been so blessed to have you at my side. I cannot imagine another woman having the tolerance, insight and strength to endure what we have together, and thr...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 10:56:00 GMT |
What a long strange trip... |
I was thinking the other day, about all my friends, present and past. Taking a moment to drift back to the days of school, days without responsibility and days of aspirations and hope. I was struck by...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:48:00 GMT |
1971 Interview with Syd Barrett |
Rolling Stone, December 1971The Madcap Who Named Pink FloydBy M. RockLondon:If you tend to believe what you hear, rather than what is, Syd Barrett is either dead, behind bars, or a vegetable. He is in...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 08:08:00 GMT |
...And a Legend slips like a whisper into the void. |
...And what exactly is a dream, and what exactly is a joke. These words were so hauntingly sung by the late Roger "Syd" Barrett. Most of you know I have loved this man and his body of work for some ti...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 14:35:00 GMT |
The glass boy |
Come in, come in,
and see the boy of glass
theres nothing else quite like him
its clear he has nothing to hide
or nothing he can hide.
Look closely and you will see
all his deepest fears
what m...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 08:30:00 GMT |
