A toast to the dead already |
We meet 'neath the sounding rafters,The walls around us are bare;They echo the peals of laughter,It seems the dead are there.So stand by your glasses steady,This world is a world of lies.Here's a toas...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 17:01:00 GMT |
The twilight and the rain |
And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebrities Exhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees As of ourselves or those whom we For years have loved, and will again Tomorrow maybe love; but...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:32:00 GMT |
STUKALIZED! |
We are they who come faster than fateWe are they who ride early or late We storm at your ivory gate Pale Kings of the Sunset, beware, for Stuka Party is here!
Not on silk nor in samet we lie Not in ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 15:23:00 GMT |
Good-bye-ee |
Good-bye-ee
Brother Bertie went awayTo do his bit the other dayWith a smile on his lipsand his Lieutenant's pipsupon his shoulder bright and gayAs the train moved out he said,'Remember me to all the b...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 02:35:00 GMT |
