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Sunday, May 1, 2011. Hap - Thomas Hardy. If you need to find something quickly, I suggest you hit CTRL F and type in what you are looking for. If but some vengeful god would call to me. From up the sky, and laugh Thou suffering thing,. Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy. That thy loves loss is my hates profiting! Then would I bear it, clench myself and die,. Steeled by the sense of the ire2 unmerited;. Half eased in that a Powerfuller than I. Had willed and meted3 me the tears I shed. Essential.CONTENT
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Being human means we get to be everybody In the . Monday, 23 March 2009. Being human means we get to be everybody. I am that ugly sister, thinking. About the certain slant of light. Which glances off the scissors. As I stuff my feet into. And I am that prince. Who, 10 years on,. When I found her the second time around. And I am the butler who still works for her.
My brain is on fire. Thoughts scald me like liquid stars. And ask me to soar with them. But my heavy skin chortles and reclines,. So for now, I sit. In a galaxy of homebound ideas. My binding words wrapped around me. Things I should do, start, cry. I go to the kitchen to invent dinner. Finite, obsolete, dull.
This is a series of poems I am writing for my wife. I will write a new one each day until she has had her fill of poems, or until my fingers fall off. Friday, March 5, 2010. I was sitting next to you. You were sitting next to me. And I asked you out,. With not a single hint of doubt,. That you would be glad. To go out with me. My heart skipped a beat,. And did back flips out of glee. And Here we are now,. And I love you even more.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016. Manhood Lessons of my Youth. I was little when I watched. The older black boys, men to me,. Playing basketball two blocks away. Through the air of parking lots unused. Of leisure and assembly,. The languid grace of plays. Ballet of men, cordial, by the rules. Was their measure and their sport,. So purely unlike the unfair world. That had no job or school for them.