life music language
It seemed I was a mite of sediment;
That waited for the bottom to ferment;
So I could catch a bubble in ascent;
I rode up on one till the bubble burst;
And when that left me to sink back reversed;
I was no worse off than I was at first;
I'd catch another bubble if I waited;
The thing was to get now and then elated.View All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment
is what I feed on
rarely
little or no
loads of
Rintrah roars, and shakes his fires in the burden'd air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep. Once meek, and in a perilous path, The just man kept his course along The vale of death. Roses are planted where thorns grow, And on the barren heath Sing the honey bees. Then the perilous path was planted, And a river and a spring On every cliff and tomb, And on the bleachèd bones Red clay brought forth; Till the villain left the paths of ease, To walk in perilous paths, and drive The just man into barren climes. Now the sneaking serpent walks In mild humility, And the just man rages in the wilds Where lions roam. Rintrah roars, and shakes his fires in the burden'd air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep.