A question of balance
There seems to be something marvellous
In keeping a memory alive
The comfort of happy remembrance
Is something that helps me survive
And if bye the way
At the end of the day
Does it matter if I don’t arrive?
Because if there is nobody waiting
And I can just do as I please
There is nothing to keep me from dwelling
On thoughts that can put me at ease
But the problem is this
Short lived is the bliss
If my spirit begins to freeze.
So the question I ask myself presently
Is how did I manage before?
There must have been such a time distantly
Before you washed up on my shore
So I have to thank
My new memory bank
For the way that I now think differently.
The way that I maintain my sanity
Is to give my old mind a spring-clean
Memories that preserve vanity
Are put in a box with the mean
Then there is room
For new ones to bloom
And save me from utter catastrophe.
February 9th, 2008 at 2:30 pm
OK
February 9th, 2008 at 2:49 pm
YOU ARE QUITE RIGHT
YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THOUGH
I PUT ALL MEMORIES IN A TRUNK BUT WHEN I READ THIS WEB, THEY TRY TO GET OUT
THINK U R A LITTLE DERANGED
PERSONALITY DEFECT
NEVER MIND
YOU MAY GET BETTER SOMETIME BUT WHEN?
I’M NOT SURE
THE NEXT 6 MTHS MAY CURE YOU BUT POSS NOT EVER??
February 9th, 2008 at 2:50 pm
U NEVER REPLY
STILL, THATS YOU
February 20th, 2008 at 10:46 pm
A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic — Joseph Stalin
The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself — James Thurber (1894-1961), in Edward R Murrow television interview
I once heard two ladies going on and on about the pains of childbirth and how men don’t seem to know what real pain is I asked if either of them ever got themselves caught in a zipper — Emo Philips
Biologically speaking, if something bites you it’s more likely to be female — Desmond Morris