Daylight has come: I follow to wake you.
Your astonishing eyes -
stunning white stained with bewildering brown
- have caught me in the act of love,
for a fragrant aroma, from strands of hair over waking body,
has filled my lungs with wonder,
my heart with adoration.
Good morning, Jen: Good morning.
Magnificent mouth,
magnetic, elicits mine forth in bliss:
eager to express an affectionate spirit.
A lovely, light voice lures toward rapture:
"Good morning; I love you. Have I wakened to dream?"
Sleep never sang so sweetly, it seems.
"No dreaming, just waking: good morning, my darling.
Good morning, dear love,
for daylight has com
We might be friends, but do you care?
-If now I spoke, what would you hear?
Or would you want to?
I don't care.
Well, that's a lie. But you don't know;
I'll plug my ears to stop your voice,
your awkward stillness,
Silent stares.
You know, I was just thinking
-ah, well, nevermind.
My rambling's done about my day.
I'm sorry for the waste of time
you spent on me
- with all my heart.
Beware the muffin man; his gaze
Can set your very hairs ablaze
Upon your head, or turn to ice
Your toes: to wit, he is not nice!
If near your house that villain comes,
lock up your doors and call your mum!
He scarcely travels without curse
beneath his hat, or in his purse.
No, do not know the muffin man
or make him shoes or buy him spam,
unless you love most awful pain,
or want to hear this poem again.
Leaves and sheets filled up with words
are naught but memories these days;
They weep, they dance, they flow with love
Yet though I watch, I never stay,
as broken hearts are hazardous.
Hazardous? That's hard to judge
but always passionate they are,
And, filled with fervor to the brim,
they grin, still glad, as they are marred
-is danger much to ask for this?
Danger? You'd take suicide
for futile winds and cravings vain.
Untimely dreams are ruthless gods:
their sacrifices leave black stains.
Real Treasure holds this heart in sway.
Treasure, You consume my soul
with steadfast love, and wash to white
these pages with Your preciou
Up.....
down.
Uuuup....
down.
Hey foot 2,
what's up?
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup...........
Hey wait!
Where'd you go?
It's really dark in here....
are those tonsils?
Up.....
down.
Uuuup....
down.
Hey foot 2,
what's up?
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup...........
Hey wait!
Where'd you go?
It's really dark in here....
are those tonsils?
Leaves and sheets filled up with words
are naught but memories these days;
They weep, they dance, they flow with love
Yet though I watch, I never stay,
as broken hearts are hazardous.
Hazardous? That's hard to judge
but always passionate they are,
And, filled with fervor to the brim,
they grin, still glad, as they are marred
-is danger much to ask for this?
Danger? You'd take suicide
for futile winds and cravings vain.
Untimely dreams are ruthless gods:
their sacrifices leave black stains.
Real Treasure holds this heart in sway.
Treasure, You consume my soul
with steadfast love, and wash to white
these pages with Your preciou
Beware the muffin man; his gaze
Can set your very hairs ablaze
Upon your head, or turn to ice
Your toes: to wit, he is not nice!
If near your house that villain comes,
lock up your doors and call your mum!
He scarcely travels without curse
beneath his hat, or in his purse.
No, do not know the muffin man
or make him shoes or buy him spam,
unless you love most awful pain,
or want to hear this poem again.
We might be friends, but do you care?
-If now I spoke, what would you hear?
Or would you want to?
I don't care.
Well, that's a lie. But you don't know;
I'll plug my ears to stop your voice,
your awkward stillness,
Silent stares.
You know, I was just thinking
-ah, well, nevermind.
My rambling's done about my day.
I'm sorry for the waste of time
you spent on me
- with all my heart.
Daylight has come: I follow to wake you.
Your astonishing eyes -
stunning white stained with bewildering brown
- have caught me in the act of love,
for a fragrant aroma, from strands of hair over waking body,
has filled my lungs with wonder,
my heart with adoration.
Good morning, Jen: Good morning.
Magnificent mouth,
magnetic, elicits mine forth in bliss:
eager to express an affectionate spirit.
A lovely, light voice lures toward rapture:
"Good morning; I love you. Have I wakened to dream?"
Sleep never sang so sweetly, it seems.
"No dreaming, just waking: good morning, my darling.
Good morning, dear love,
for daylight has com
Take a walk with me today --
you don't even have to hold my hand.
The sun doesn't have to shine,
and you don't have to wear a coat
-- or a tie.
You don't have to touch me,
but you can't be alone.
You do not have to speak,
but you can not e silent.
Take a walk with me today.
3/7/05
Daylight has come: I follow to wake you.
Your astonishing eyes -
stunning white stained with bewildering brown
- have caught me in the act of love,
for a fragrant aroma, from strands of hair over waking body,
has filled my lungs with wonder,
my heart with adoration.
Good morning, Jen: Good morning.
Magnificent mouth,
magnetic, elicits mine forth in bliss:
eager to express an affectionate spirit.
A lovely, light voice lures toward rapture:
"Good morning; I love you. Have I wakened to dream?"
Sleep never sang so sweetly, it seems.
"No dreaming, just waking: good morning, my darling.
Good morning, dear love,
for daylight has com
Current Residence: Ohio Favourite genre of music: I love good music. Favourite photographer: Jennifer Gibson Operating System: Win XP MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Space Ghost Personal Quote: Are you dead serious?
Chapel today was convicting.
I'm so sick of focusing on myself and my failures. I want to forget about the fact that I'm a poor leader in the places where God's called me to lead, and a poor follower in the places where I'm called to follow. It's time to spurn the voice of the old man, the old creature, inside me going "You've got nothing. You're going to fail again and again... you'll fail those closest to you, you'll fail Jen, and you'll fail God. You're so worthless! Why don't you just quit and enjoy sinning instead of wallowing in filth following a hopeless ideal?" I... I don't care about it.
About that chapel. The pastor from the Apex
hey guys.... what does WC stand for? It's a water cabinet... wow how amazing the stuff u learn everyday.... enlightenment.... what else i'm at unsw... oops should write in journal entry hey... la di da di da nothing else related... who am i... just a random stalker...(part time)
Hi.... I just wanted to thank you for your comment on my relics essay. I look forward to any future critiques you may have on my work. Again, thank you.