Into my heart an air that kills,
From yon far country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills?
What frams, what spires are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shinning plain
The happy highways where i went,
And connot come again

I don't know who it's by. i've known it all my life

Francesca, London



Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries by A. E. Housman

These, in the day when Heaven was falling,
The hour when Earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling
And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and the earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.




IF ONLY by Erato's Hand 1997

If only I could see a sign
Showing that you love me too
If only there was something
In the things you say and do.

If only just to see you
Mt. Everest I would climb
To gaze upon your beauty
Which must surely be sublime.

If only I could tell you
Whisper softly in your ear
How I need to have you with me
How I long to have you near.

If only I could have you
If forever you were mine
Oh, I would be so happy
I'd be floating on cloud nine.

If only I could touch you
Feel your body next to mine
With all my heart embrace you
Let my soul with yours entwine.

If only I could hold you
Until the end of time.

If only...you were mine.

Submitted by: Bumperbaby



Martyrs and Thieves

There’s a place in the darkness that I used to cling to that presses harsh hope against time. In the absence of martyrs there’s a presence of thieves who only want to rob you blind. They steal away any sense of peace. Though I’m a king, I’m a king on my knees and I know they are wrong when they as I am strong, as the darkness covers me.

So turn on the lights and reveal all the glory, I am not afraid
to bear all my weakness, knowing in meekness, I have a kingdom to gain. Where there is peace and love in the light I am not afraid to let your light shine bright in my life.

There are ghosts from my past who’ve owned more of my soul than I thought I had given away. They linger in closets and under my bed and in pictures less proudly displayed. A great fool in my life I have been. Have squandered ‘til pallid and thin. Hung my head in shame and refused to take blame from the darkness I know I’ve let win.

I’ve never been much for the bearing of soul in the presence of any man. I’d rather keep to myself all safe and secure, in the arms of a sinner I am. Could it be that my worth should depend by the crimson stained grace on a hand. And like a lamp on a hill lord I pray in your will to reveal all of You that I can.

Jennifer Knapp



"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardess hue to hold
Her earliest leaf a flower
but only so an hour
Then leaf subsudes to Leaf
so Eden sank to greif
so down breaks down to day
Nothing Gold Can Stay
-Robert Frost
submitted by Stephanie (dedicated to Lori)


it hurts to set you free
but you'll never follow me
the end of laughter and soft lies
the end of nights we tried to die



Alone--Edgar Allen Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were I have not seen
As others saw I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then in my childhoodin the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


Auguries of Innocence--by William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misus'd upon the road
Calls to Heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The game cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the rising Sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from Hell a human soul.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over Hell and Death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of Knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown,
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame Philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licens'd, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street,
Shall weave Old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the Soul slept in beams of light.
God appears and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.



Weeping willow with you tears running down, why do you always weep and frown, Is it because he left you one day , is it because he could not stay. on your branches he would sway longing for the happiness the day would bring. You think death has ripped you far apart but I know he will forever be in your heart.



rose are red
vilots are blue
i've never seen anyone more kinder than
you
by kelly louise ibbitson
written for my boyfriend ian bond


Do you love me or do you not
You told me once but I forgot
I do believe that God above
Created you for me to love
He picked you out of all the rest
He knew that I loved you the best
I had a heart, one warm and true
But it was gave from me to you
Take care of it as I have done
For you have two and I have none
When I get to heaven and your not there
I'll wait for you on the golden stair
And if you don't arrive on judgement day
I'll know you went the other way
So just to prove my love is true
I'll go to hell to be with you



Love Sonnet 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of forebemoanèd moan,
Which I new-pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.


by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)



Myself -by Edgar Guest

I have to live with myself, and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I've done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am;
I don't want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all man's respect;
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to think as I come and go
That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself - and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

Submitted by: Amylynn <alhm@bellsouth.net>


crippled by the darkness
blinded by the blood
stained by the dirt
with a razor, scrap the mud
cut the flesh, MAKE it hurt....
it's what i must feel, to know i am real
~Dark Angel~


Have you seen my friend i ask?
Have you seen hm 'round?
He wears a smile on his face
And a ray of sunlight for his crown,my friend
A ray 0f sunlight for his crown
All rights reserved Bj Bernard



your eye shine blue,
like the never ending waters.
making my world
bright and clear
take my soul
into the deeps part of space
forever
-corrina wigging


Your Favorite Poem: A mother has one of the greatest gifts,
Of all the things in the world
You can make a child smile and laugh,
Even in their darkest hours,
Your love prevails,
To your children and their friends
But most of all,
To us,
Your love stays with us,
And is the fire in our eyes,
The spark in our souls,
And our reason for happiness.

By Angie "99"