good times, good times
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2001-06-20 05:08:41 (UTC)

if i don't think of one then i guess this is it

Sometimes, i feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
and i can't help but ask how much i let the fear take the
wheel and steer...But lately i'm begining to find that when
i drive myself my light is found.
very wise men. sometime you should just read their lyrics.
it's like poetry. i love poetry. you can interpret it
almost anyway you want to, so it almost always means
something to you. that's the beauty of interpretation.
everything becomes personal. it's no longer someone elses
thoughts scrawled on a sheet, but it's your own being that
someone who knows you better than you know yourself
deciphered and put on paper so you could understand
yourself as well as they understand you.

i find it strange that we searhch
our whole lives for love
as though it were the
final trasure
the solemn purpose of people
in movies and magazines.
Yet when it comes to your door
one morning with calm eyes to deliver itself
you realize that it alone is not enough.

i guess what i
wanted was
to hear

you'd stay with me always.

i guess what
i wanted was
to see

those hands vowing
never to leave my own.

i guess what
i wanted was
to know

i am not loving in vain.
-also jewel

Sonnet 29
when in disgrace with fortune and man's eyes, i all alone
beweep my outcast state, and trouble deaf heaven wiht my
bootless cries, and look upon myself and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rih in hope featured like him,
like him with friends possesed, desiring this man's art,
and that man's scope with what i most enjoy contented
least; yet in these thoughts myself almost despising haply
i think on thee, and then mmy state like to the lark at
break of day arising from sulen earth sings hymns at
heaven't gate for they sweet love remembered such wealth
riings that then i scorn to change my state with kings

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