tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58555732011-08-02T11:32:26.033-07:00My-Private.InfoRandom bits snd pieces from the dark.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-91555310701286779792010-06-21T08:51:00.000-07:002010-06-21T08:51:00.634-07:00Assurance by Emma LazarusLast night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together in my dream, through some dim glade, Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss. The air was dank with dew, between the trees, The hidden glow-worms kindled and were spent. Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night-breeze Mingled ouir hair, our breath, and came and went, As sporting Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-64452557703727944142009-10-30T07:09:00.000-07:002009-10-30T07:12:14.346-07:00Are you saying Yes but I don't hear it?Are you saying Noand I just fear it?Are you saying Runbut I'm to near it?Or am I just numbwithin my spirit?Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-60478545331623990942009-10-28T07:22:00.001-07:002009-10-28T07:22:51.040-07:00Love can’t be measuredIn moonlit romancelove is the skid markon pure snow white pantsLove isn’t yearningfor her touch when she’s gonelove is going down there,and finding she’s onLove isn’t furryor flowery and cutelove is tonguing with passionwhen you know she’s just pukedLove’s got spinach on its teethand cheese between its toesLove belches, love fartsAnd love picks its noseLove’s fat, love’s Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-69466947581471102312008-09-09T22:02:00.000-07:002008-09-09T22:03:40.557-07:00Change is the instrument of time and time is the enabler and enemy of life.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1216830135403421392008-06-18T08:12:00.001-07:002008-06-20T08:32:45.211-07:00Life is what happens while we are all waiting to die. Make it interesting and fill it with love.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-6481101564753309492007-10-29T16:55:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:56:22.510-07:00"This you know: that the years travel fast and time after time I’ve told this story. But this is not anyone’s story; it's the story of us all, and you've got to listen to it and remember, because what you hear today you have to tell those that will come tomorrow. I’m looking behind us now, looking back into history. I see those of us that were lucky and started this journey for home and I Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-77698079414405710122007-10-29T16:53:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:54:35.067-07:00"Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I criedDonald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-71633405907185522302007-05-31T08:57:00.001-07:002007-05-31T08:57:55.776-07:00A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. -Oscar WildeDonald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-11990297907280925392007-04-09T20:26:00.001-07:002007-04-09T20:26:45.381-07:00Of course in a novel, peoples hearts break and they die and that is the end of it and in a story that is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living yet to be gone through Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1167552474348202842006-12-30T22:34:00.000-08:002006-12-31T00:07:54.516-08:00Harsh words and violent blows,Hidden secrets nobody knows,Eyes are open, hands are fisted,Deep inside I'm warped & twisted,So many tricks and so many lies,Too many whens & too many whys,Nobody's special, nobody's gifted,I'm just me, warped & twistedSleeping awake & choking on a dream,Listening loudly to a silent scream,Call my mind, the number's unlisted,Lost in someone so warped & twisted,On my Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1162850174562413932006-11-06T13:54:00.000-08:002006-11-06T13:56:14.576-08:00If I make the lashes darkAnd the eyes more brightAnd the lips more scarlet,Or ask if all be rightFrom mirror after mirror,No vanity's displayed:I'm looking for the face I hadBefore the world was made.-W. B. YatesDonald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1147616630364031242006-05-14T07:23:00.000-07:002006-05-14T07:23:50.373-07:00As the hope of the daylight causeth us not to be offended with the darkness of the night. So ought we patiently to trust that God will clear our cause and restore us to our right.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1109565332535782662005-02-27T20:35:00.000-08:002005-02-27T20:35:32.536-08:00Years pass by
and life ebbs upon its tides.
New days dawn and old ones wane
in hope we swim from loves abstain.
In waters warmed by your fresh hand
We swim on to your holy land.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1083044419734356072004-04-26T22:40:00.000-07:002004-04-26T22:46:13.140-07:00In the depths of the darkness
In the depths of the night
I seek you like the morning light
In the midst of my troubles
In the heart of the night
I seek your peace.
Lord we have come to bow our knees
Lord we have come to praise your name
Lord we have come to bow our heads
Lord we have come to praise your name
You purchased me with a price
You purchased my peace in the darkness
I'll seek you Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1069658265271288532003-11-23T23:17:00.000-08:002003-11-23T23:17:53.336-08:00Oh, But you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, A hutch to trammel some wild thing. So fair, So cold, like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winters chill.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1067321805996478892003-10-27T22:16:00.000-08:002003-10-27T22:16:47.053-08:00Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
The age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1066888124594092672003-10-22T22:48:00.000-07:002003-10-22T22:48:44.126-07:00Here I go again. Slipping, falling, stumbling in. No hope for me, I fall so easily. Like a puppet on a string, here I go tumbling.
Lord, give me something to hold on to. Lord give me something to hold on to. Lord, I can't fall again. Lord, I won't fall again. Lord, I - fell again.
Give me something real - Something that I can feel. I search your word but I can't see, how this power applies to Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1066689333624228292003-10-20T15:35:00.000-07:002003-10-20T15:37:02.590-07:00Despair is the loss or absence of Hope. Hope is the belief that something we desire will happen. The pain of Despair is rooted in the betrayal of what we believe life owes us, in what might have been, in what could be and isn't. It is the morning of the death of a life that can't be taken. Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1066281942152389372003-10-15T22:25:00.000-07:002003-10-15T22:25:42.090-07:00Life is really a matter of self-delusion, isn't it? People tell themselves that this or that will make them happy and, when they finally have their heart's desire, they find that they're no different at the end of their journey than when they began. Prize what you will, prize what you can, but always remember...even he who dies with the most prizes still dies. To love...and to be loved--that's Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1065675160202956602003-10-08T21:52:00.000-07:002003-10-08T21:52:39.660-07:00When you trade freedom for security you end up with neither. Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1065536513988860132003-10-07T07:21:00.000-07:002003-10-07T07:21:53.956-07:00"Some fought and lived forever
Others fought and died in flame
But I slept through the battle
and perished just the same."Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1065503795140589802003-10-06T22:16:00.000-07:002003-10-06T22:16:35.086-07:00Arrogant faces of solemn smothering figures
Expressions of dingy soldiers
Tattered shivering homeless ashamed
The soft laughter of the conqueror.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064987792644259722003-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:002003-10-05T09:59:55.010-07:00Through the MurkwoodIn passing through the wayward wood, cloaked by the branches that form the cathedral of my way, I stopped and stooped to spy a coin illuminated by an errant beam of lunar essence that by might of effort or divine persuading survived its vast journey through expanse, clouded sky, and the arms of my wooded sentinels to alight my mind. Touching not the coin for fear of disturbing such a delicate Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1065102923042666752003-10-02T06:55:00.000-07:002003-10-02T06:55:22.443-07:00It's not until the pain of your prison exceeds it's rewards that you are truly able to escape.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064985101102228352003-09-30T22:11:00.000-07:002003-09-30T22:11:41.113-07:00Then Iluvatar spoke, and he said: 'Mighty are the Ainur, and mightiest among them is Melkor; but that he may know, and all the Ainur, that I am Iluvatar, those things that ye have sung, I will show them forth, that ye may see what ye have done. An thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064941017691015442003-09-30T09:56:00.000-07:002003-09-30T09:56:57.123-07:00There can be no Triumph without loss.
No Victory without suffering.
No Freedom without sacrifice.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064795597554494562003-09-28T17:33:00.000-07:002003-09-28T17:34:04.156-07:00It only takes a moment to see something special in a person.
A second to get to know them.
A minute to fall in love,
and a lifetime to forget them.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064547375281313992003-09-26T00:36:00.000-07:002003-09-25T21:23:14.766-07:00We are not among the living and so we cannot die but neither are we dead. For too long I’ve been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I’ve been starving to death and haven’t died. I feel nothing, not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman’s flesh. The drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in theDonald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064514631784483262003-09-25T11:30:00.000-07:002003-09-25T20:48:15.713-07:00Darkness dawns upon my days, my anguish, chained within its mud. In solitude. In solitude. In dark dawns of still, sweet, nights. Quiet as the sounds of thought and as loud as solitude itself. I am condemned and rightly so - The griffin chained within my tarnished soul. Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855573.post-1064434031326148942003-09-24T21:22:00.000-07:002003-09-26T09:11:19.603-07:00In the darkest days of the unwritten lore there was told a legend that's been all but forgot. It is engraved upon all flesh and yet only seen in the common themes of the worlds mythos. Ragnarok, Gotterdammerung, Armageddon.Donald D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823817362335065095noreply@blogger.com