"To die will be an awfully big adventure."


- Peter Pan

Harold Edgerton

Sleepyhead

My mind, my emotions are disconsolate
I am tired I must rest
My heart is weary from all its submission
This existence is too tiresome
It's irrelevance is ridiculous
Its luck and irony are no longer amusing
It's creatures are spiritless,
dreaming away a life eaten by time
I drowse heavily!
There are no longer allusions
no hidden truth
There is no longer the need to mystify upon existence
It has all be done and found
and it all has been spoiled 
My being is exhausted by this daily parade
I sigh heavily!
There is no amazement or surprise 
in this predictable coil
So many still fascinated upon this gilded cage
worshiping it with song and poem
All appeal has diminished
There is nothing more to consume
I yawn heavily!
There is no strength left in me
my very passions have been withdrawn 
All I want to do is sleep
When they realize this revolving spiral
they'll want to join me in peace
I want to rest 
I want to sleep
I want to finally dream






author's note: temporary angst

excerpt from "Romeo and Juliet"

I fear too early, for my mind misgives

Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

With this night’s revels, and expire the term

Of a despisèd life closed in my breast

By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

But he that hath the steerage of my course,

Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? 



- Poe -

In the lost heaven where the unborn offspring hid,
you laid there with drops of your clear salty liquid 
washing away the irritants I have caused you.
Life had fled from your eyes. 
Don't despair, my insanity will soon kill you. 
Arise now fool! Save the virtue that's left. 
Malignity is coming for you. 
Like animals they are, ready for soul destroying hatred. 
And as if it weren't enough my love for you has not been altered. 


I see it now.
Your soul departs from you,
the way rough wind takes a pedal from a rose.
And such a heavy sorrow your soul carries. 
Now the visions of you in my eyes are blurry
from all the tears and kisses that I have given you. 

Little Red Ridinghood

Little girls, this seems to say, 

Never stop upon your way, 

Never trust a stranger-friend; 

No one knows how it will end. 

As you’re pretty so be wise; 

Wolves may lurk in every guise. 

Handsome they may be, and kind, Gay, and charming — 

nevermind! 

Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth — 

Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!

-Charles Perrault