Going to be going offline (again) beginning on Monday, August 10th. Part of the losing my home disease which has struck with deadly malevolence of late.
I feel bad about this blog. It's never developed as I hoped. It has a minimal readership. I have neglected it often of late, and now I will be neglecting it by reason of no online service. If/When I come back online I'll have to see what I can do.
In the meantime, I will leave you with a song. Used to have it posted here. Here are the lyrics, and link, in case you'd like to sing along.
Dont think sorrys easily said
Dont try turning tables instead
Youve taken lots of chances before
But Im not gonna give anymore
Dont ask me
Thats how it goes
Cause part of me knows what youre thinkin
Dont say words youre gonna regret
Dont let the fire rush to your head
Ive heard the accusation before
And I aint gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing
Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I dont need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind
Dont leave false illusions behind
Dont cry cause I aint changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I aint gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving
(chorus)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Girls
Just an odd poem which came to mind.
Tuwa, Tiva, Wawa and Awentia, four girls of the street
The four were all called pretty, and known by all as sweet
Two of them were sisters, but which they would not say
It was hard to tell at night and no none saw them in the day
The house they kept was small, but a room for each they kept
The beds were soft with down, and that was where they slept
Each morning at the dawn, a young boy named Nibaw
Would knock upon their door, he was the only one they saw
He brought them things they ordered, they paid him off in gold
And whether he got more, Nibaw he never told
The girls were all hated, and shunned by all in town
To speak their name was shame, and met with stares and frowns
And yet each night their came, upon their door soft knocks
From men who in the day spoke of them all with shock
Then Nibaw grew up stately, and was no more a boy
And when he found a gold mine, his heart was filled with joy
He went back to the girls’ house, and knocked upon their door
And told them that for gold they need slave themselves no more
Then did the girls exclaim with joy and open their door wide
And when the knocks came in the night, it was Nibaw who replied
Tuwa, Tiva, Wawa and Awentia, four girls of the street
The four were all called pretty, and known by all as sweet
Two of them were sisters, but which they would not say
It was hard to tell at night and no none saw them in the day
The house they kept was small, but a room for each they kept
The beds were soft with down, and that was where they slept
Each morning at the dawn, a young boy named Nibaw
Would knock upon their door, he was the only one they saw
He brought them things they ordered, they paid him off in gold
And whether he got more, Nibaw he never told
The girls were all hated, and shunned by all in town
To speak their name was shame, and met with stares and frowns
And yet each night their came, upon their door soft knocks
From men who in the day spoke of them all with shock
Then Nibaw grew up stately, and was no more a boy
And when he found a gold mine, his heart was filled with joy
He went back to the girls’ house, and knocked upon their door
And told them that for gold they need slave themselves no more
Then did the girls exclaim with joy and open their door wide
And when the knocks came in the night, it was Nibaw who replied
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Aislin
Aislin was a pretty girl, warm and sweet and bright
Her hair was thick about her face, and burned red in the light
Without so much as effort, she kept her body thin
When asked how she could do this, Aislin would just grin
Saoirse was plain as paper used to wrap fresh fish
Pudgy, clumbsy, silly, one could hardly call her dish
Yet Saoirse was still friendly, caring and a treat
She treated all else kindly, everyone she’d meet
One day down by the river’s edge, Aislin chanced did spy
The young girl known as Saoirse, who wanted but to die
For Saoirse was lonely, just wanting to be loved
To know that she was worthy, to be someone’s pure dove
There was a boy named Gradin, who’s mind was in his pants
Who offered once to Saorise, the chance with him to dance
She let him have his way with her, she gave him his desire
And when he finished he gave her coins, as payment for her hire
Aislin knelt beside the girl, and held her in her arms
And promised she would love her most, and keep her safe from harm
And when the boy named Gradin, thought again to have his way
It was Aislin’s thought to punish him, in such an awful way
Exactly what she did to him, not ever has she said
But Gradin walked in shame from then, and wished that he were dead
And so the two girls became fast friends, and lovers in the night
And found that love was just enough, and made them feel just right
Her hair was thick about her face, and burned red in the light
Without so much as effort, she kept her body thin
When asked how she could do this, Aislin would just grin
Saoirse was plain as paper used to wrap fresh fish
Pudgy, clumbsy, silly, one could hardly call her dish
Yet Saoirse was still friendly, caring and a treat
She treated all else kindly, everyone she’d meet
One day down by the river’s edge, Aislin chanced did spy
The young girl known as Saoirse, who wanted but to die
For Saoirse was lonely, just wanting to be loved
To know that she was worthy, to be someone’s pure dove
There was a boy named Gradin, who’s mind was in his pants
Who offered once to Saorise, the chance with him to dance
She let him have his way with her, she gave him his desire
And when he finished he gave her coins, as payment for her hire
Aislin knelt beside the girl, and held her in her arms
And promised she would love her most, and keep her safe from harm
And when the boy named Gradin, thought again to have his way
It was Aislin’s thought to punish him, in such an awful way
Exactly what she did to him, not ever has she said
But Gradin walked in shame from then, and wished that he were dead
And so the two girls became fast friends, and lovers in the night
And found that love was just enough, and made them feel just right
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