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Poetry Corner!


Sometimes...

Sometimes all the right things are said. Sometimes all the wrong things are said. Sometimes nothing is said at all.

Sometimes you’re stuck in the past. And sometimes you’re stuck in the present. And sometimes you’re stuck in the future. But sometimes you’re stuck in the in-between.

Sometimes you see sadness, pain, sorrow. Sometimes you see so much beauty that you can’t take it all in. Yet sometimes you can’t see at all.

Sometimes the glass is half empty. Sometimes it’s half full. Sometimes it’s empty. Sometimes it’s full.

Sometimes you hate. Sometimes you love. Sometimes you’re hated. Sometimes you’re loved. And sometimes you’re ignored.

Sometimes you cry. Sometimes you laugh. And sometimes you cry and laugh at the same time.

Sometimes you get up on the wrong side of the bed. Sometimes you get up on the right side of the bed.
Sometimes you don’t get up.

Sometimes the sun shines. Sometimes the rain falls. Sometimes the fog is thick. And sometimes the wind sings.

Sometimes you feel remorse. And sometimes you feel regret. Sometimes you feel ashamed. And sometimes you don’t. But sometimes you should.

Sometimes it is day. Sometimes it is night. And sometimes it is twilight.

Sometimes you help others. Sometimes you let others help you. Sometimes you help yourself. But sometimes you don’t.

Sometimes you are chained. Sometimes you are free. Sometimes you chain others.

Sometimes life brings you down. Sometimes life holds you down. Sometimes it kills. And sometimes it allows you a rebirth.

Sometimes nothing is enough. Sometimes nothing is everything.

Sometimes everything is as good as you make it. Sometimes everything is as bad as you make it.


Sometimes, maybe, it’s all in your head.

From "Emily"

It begins where it ends: in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded. Whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound - touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at last, I reach the end. Facing a truth I can no longer deny. Alone, as ever.

Poetry Corner!


Isle of Desire
When thrust onto the wretched Utopia
Ne’er a soul departs
From the cursèd isle
Where desire takes heart.

The isle feeds off lovesick fools
Who knows the pain of what can happen
And yet still continues to
Do what they always have been.

The fools, they know they can never have
What they truly long for.
They think there’s a tiny spark of hope,
But still know that their hearts will be tore.

The isle knows this and fills their hearts
With a thick desire filled mist.
Some say the isle of desire is just a
Myth, but I know from experience that it exists.

Lyrics Time!


I'm feelin like Tonto, ridin a pinto
Tryin to chase the lone ranger down
I'm a little unraveled; I'm still in the saddle
Cryin your name out to the clouds
Hey ya hey yaaaaaa


Why don't you meet me back at the teepee
Down by the campfire
There in the dark night
We'll smoke the peace pipe
Forget about who's wrong and who's right
Hey ya hey yaaaaaa

It was a big showdown
Oh yeah we stood our ground
Shot out the lights, it got a little crazy
Don't wanna see yours go the way of the buffalo
Don't wanna have another Wild West show
Hey ya hey yaaaaaa

Only forgiveness will finally end this
There won't be a witness if we both fall
There's never a hero in a battle of egos
There's never a winner of the quick draw
Hey ya hey yaaaaaaChorus

It's like a ghost town
Without you around
Why can't we just forget
Ride off in the sunset

I'm feelin like Tonto
Ridin a pinto
Tryin to chase the lone ranger down

Wild West Show, Big & Rich.

Lyrics Time!


Well I love her
And I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin’ hole today
She’d be packin’ all her things
And she’d be gone by noon

Well I’m gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I’m on the lakeshore
And I’m sittin’ in the sun
I’m sure it’ll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I’m gonna miss her
Oh, lookie here, I’ve gotta bite

Now there’s a chance that if I hurryI could beg her to stay
But that water’s right
And the weather’s perfect
No tellin’ what I might catch today

Well I’m gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I’m on the lakeshore
And I’m sittin’ in the sun
I’m sure it’ll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I’m gonna miss her
Oh, lookie here, I’ve gotta bite

I'm Gonna Miss Her, Brad Paisley.

From "Eden, the Navel."

Poetry Corner!


Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the gray cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O, let it, then, as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear Beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that they clomplexion lack.

--Shakespear, Sonnet 132.