Is It?

You must be oft lying on your couch and in vacant or pensive mood to allow them to flash upon your inward eye which is the bliss of solitude.

Hope this helps.
 
Woke up this morning
After another one of those crazy dreams
Oh, nothing is going right this morning
The whole world is wrong it seems
Oh, I guess it's the chain that binds me
I can't shake it loose, these chains and things

Got to work this morning
Seems like everything is lost
I got a gold-hearted, wrong-doing woman
And a slave-driving boss
I can't loosen these chains that bind me
Can't shake them loose, these chains and things
Just can't loosen these chains and things

Well, you talk about hard luck and trouble
Seems to be my middle name
All the odds are against me
Yes, I can only play a losing game
These chains that bind me
Can't loosen…
 
Life it hits me
Comes faster now day by day
Places that I've been
Are not the place I wanna be
Never trade you for all the world
Never do the things I used to
I guess it's not good enough
This I see
And I'll remember happier times
 
On the shores of gitchgoomy by the shining big sea water
Hiawatha old and grayin' listened to the older prophet listened to Lagu
And the young men and the women from the land of Ojibways
From the land of the Dakotas from the woodlands and the prairies

Stood and listened to the prophet heard lagu tell Hiawatha
"I have seen" he said, "A water bigger than the big sea water
Broader than the gitchgoomy bitter so that none cold drink it
Salty so that none would use it"

Hiawatha then spoke to them stopped all their jeering and their jesting
And he spoke to all the people
It's true what Lagu tells you for I have seen it in a vision
I have also seen the water to the east to the land of morning

And upon this great water came a strange canoe with pinions
Bigger than a grove of pine trees, taller than the tallest tree tops
And upon this great canoe were sails to carry it swiftly
And it carried many people, strange and foreign were these people

And white were all their faces and with hair their chins were covered
Then said Hiawatha, "I beheld a darker vision"
Many hundreds came behind them pushed their way across our prairies
In our woodlands rang their axes, in our valleys smoked their cities

Our people were all scattered all forgetful of our councils
Left their homelands going westward wild and woeful

And the man with bearded faces, the men with skin so fair
With their barking sticks of thunder drove the remnants of our people
Farther westward, westward, westward then wild wild and wilder
Grew the west that once was ours
 
Love, the type you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the Lost Catacombs of Egypt only God knows where they stuck it
Heiroglyphics, let me be specific
I wanna be down in your South Sea.
 
Random bits of poetry or song lyrics. This is Norrin's one form between your two posts;


Well in that case...

There was a young lady from Ealing
Who had such a terrible feeling
She lay on her back and...

Hmm better not!

Ok some of my favourites..

I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you. Can't do anything except be in love with you.

The lights go out and it's just the three of us...you and me and all that stuff we're so scared of.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true, or is it something worse...
 
It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means... Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared...They are truly enemies.
 
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

1st quatrain of Sonnet 73.
It's about dying.
 
Here's what lies of our friend Frank
With us he is no more
For what he thought was H2O
Was H2SO4
 
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