What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

A friend sent this to me...

Funeral Blues


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


~W.H. Auden

A Dream

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

Edgar Allen Poe

So I read this guys blog...

He is often obscene, always funny or brilliant... He is often poetic and I have to share on of his. This was from his blog. I am not sure if he wrote it, but I think he did. It moved me.

Extinguished
Just dig up my embers.


The skies are made for this room, this limitless attraction. I'm standing in you and I've beaten these walls relentlessly. If the heat from the fire couldn't burn through that veil of pain you wore with such style, then what good was the fire?
A thousand hearts burned for you, my passion, my muse.

I keep forgetting to blog...

I can't believe how long its been since I have written here. I am getting lazy in my old age. I come here everyday so that I can look at other peoples blogs and I think "Eh, I'll blog tomorrow." 16 days later, here I am. I have been pretty busy lately. I have been djing 5 days a week for the last couple of weeks. As much as I love it, I get sort of burned out. I decided to take monday off this week from djing in extasia and then filled in at Lounge of Dreams. It's always fun to dj at Lounge of Dreams. There are always a lot of people and it's just a fantastic atmosphere. I was going somewhere with this post, but I have quite forgotten where. So, I will end it for now and when i remember where I was going i will let you know.

Okay I'm bored...

1. Go to www.photobucket.com (don’t sign in)
2. Type in your answer to the question in the search box.
3. Use only the first page to look for the appropriate answer.
4. Copy the HTML and paste under the question for the answer.

1. What is your name?


2. Relationship status


3. Favorite Color


4. What are you listening to right now?


5. Favorite Movie


6.Where is your dream vacation?


7. What is your favorite dessert?


8. One word to describe yourself...


9. Your eye color is?


10. The last book you read...


11. Night or Day?


12. Oranges or apples?


13. Chocolate or vanilla?

Bored...

I am sitting at work and i should be working, but I cant concentrate on anything for very long. So i thought that i would blog a little. I was looking at the fashion planet feed and it reminded me of something that i wanted to discuss. I really really really really hate holidays in SL. Everybody and there fucking brother decide they need to make an outfit for the holiday. So it seems like there is nothing but holiday themed outfits for the month leading up to the damn holiday. And what kind of holiday is St. Patricks Day anyway? No one really knows what its about. They just wear green and say "Kiss me I'm Irish" and pinch each other on the ass when they forget to wear green.

Lately, I really really have the urge to travel. I want to leave the United States behind for awhile. I have been telling people lately that I am going to move to Norway. It just seems like a pleasant place to be. I am sort of obsessed with the UK lately too. British accents, scottish highlands and irish eyes a shining...oh my. I'm a nerd. heh.