Fourth Wish
A blog for the casual reader.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Unheard
And what if the world spoke their mind?
Our thoughts would be captured in time.
ideas spilled wholly, oh sometimes I only,
Wish that I would've spoke mine.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Reveries
It did appear that late September
as I slumbered ‘neath the pine.
Many a fable did I recall
of an orphic land, so divine.
Shame this place I won’t remember
from boundless glade, I must resign.
Awoken by a gentle squall
the real world? I must decline...
as I slumbered ‘neath the pine.
Many a fable did I recall
of an orphic land, so divine.
Shame this place I won’t remember
from boundless glade, I must resign.
Awoken by a gentle squall
the real world? I must decline...
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Awakening
'Tis for your sake and the last hope of mine.
I beg you please do not read these last words.
Some say my love is crude and out of line.
But this pure heart sings sweet songs that of birds.
I must attain that touch that one man girds.
Alas another strives for this to gain.
Apart from all the condescending herds.
All efforts tossed aside, attempts in vain.
And your lips on another's is my bane.
Then to have her gives me reason to live.
When on that day I listened to the rain.
I do believe there's something I could give.
Upon the pillow is where I doth weep
She wakes me from this never ending sleep.
I beg you please do not read these last words.
Some say my love is crude and out of line.
But this pure heart sings sweet songs that of birds.
I must attain that touch that one man girds.
Alas another strives for this to gain.
Apart from all the condescending herds.
All efforts tossed aside, attempts in vain.
And your lips on another's is my bane.
Then to have her gives me reason to live.
When on that day I listened to the rain.
I do believe there's something I could give.
Upon the pillow is where I doth weep
She wakes me from this never ending sleep.
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