Let me Count the Ways...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Among Oft-trodden Ways

As I was walking on a rough road; dusty-muddy and tiresome I came upon a bifurcation. I turned around and looked about to see my giant castle which I well knew and chose to occupy no more: unwholesome with dark dungeons. So I turned back and looked ahead the two oft-trodden ways.

O’ fake sages,
Is not there a third way?

“YES, Turn Around And Come Back.”

So Close... So Far

People so close by blood,
So far by manners;
So distant by dispositions;
So apart in worlds.

Aliens in a cramped chamber, so in need of interaction;
Unaware of a tiny tinge of what might be inside.

“WHY?”

I can’t believe old age to be like this;
Such gloomy convictions;
Such dark and down spirits;

“Or should I?”

Aries

Look into my eyes! See anything? It's alright. You ain't a cat, that's why. Even if you were one you couldn't. Cuz nowadays we're through the age of cats the obscures. It's hard to know us cats. Our subconscious levels are deeper than ever; we hardly understand each other; such a pity. Thank Cod I still got a cat or two to befriend.



Hey this is a frienda mine. He's awaiting President Bush's live announcement concerning IraC. He lost his ear a few Septembers ago when a Catdog tried to make love with him; he just tried to be a saint; I'm proud of him. He's always misunderstood.



This one's a carpe diem baby! Many cellas aspire his position, but they have no idea! Or maybe they have? I dunno... I'd better comment not!



This one's from the round-table. He's wondering where the Holy Crail is; One of the few restless Cnights of our age.



Maybe the best thing to do? I'd love to... These days I feel a shadow of some good news. Maybe I can see it better in a dream.

Me Out?!

Ixamigo dear :-) I’m long out of your gang; hold on your nerves, calm down, keep cool, and eschew anxiety. Because it brings harm to your precious mental activities or else, it shall ruin your already blurred vision. Sugar! Don’t act like a bitchy shrew! You’re too young and more innocent for that kind of crap!