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For the Glory of Rome . . .: Succor
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Saturday, June 09, 2007. The Land of Dreams. Awake, awake, my little boy! Thou wast thy mother's only joy;. Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Thy father does thee keep. O, what land is the Land of Dreams? What are its mountains, and what are its streams? I saw my mother there,. Among the lilies by waters fair. Among the lambs, cloth'd in white,. She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight. I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn;.
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: Bad News
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Friday, June 29, 2007. My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,. My tears like vinegar. Or the bitter blinking yellow. Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love. Gossips late and soon,. And I wear the wry-faced pucker of. The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum,. Puny, green, and tart,. Droops upon its wizened stem. My lean unripened heart. Because nothing augments a shitty day like depressing poetry . . .
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: January 2006
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Saturday, January 28, 2006. The whole idea of it makes me feel. Like I'm coming down with something,. Something worse than any stomach ache. Or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-. A kind of measles of the spirit,. A mumps of the psyche,. A disfiguring chicken pox of the soul. You tell me it is too early to be looking back,. But that is because you have forgotten. The perfect simplicity of being one. As it does today,.
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: November 2007
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Thursday, November 29, 2007. Something is Better than Nothing . . . Here are some verses from a song that I like:. When you get off work tonight,. Meet me at the construction site,. And we'll write some notes to tape,. To the heavy machines. Like "We hope they treat you well.". Hope you don't work too hard.". We hope you get to be. Hey, I found the safest place,. To keep all our tenderness,. Keep all those bad ideas,. View my compl...
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: August 2007
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Wednesday, August 22, 2007. Here We Go Again. In honor of me finishing my first text of the semester and the official end of my summer, here's one of my favorite end of summer poems, or rather, the only end of summer poem I know of. Here are the days when Birds come back -. A very few - a bird or two -. To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume. The old - old sophistries of June -. A blue and gold mistake.
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: July 2007
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Sunday, July 22, 2007. Hopefully I'll have time for a meaningful post soon, but for now I'll just say this . . . I don't know if learning how to say "you are a stupid monkey" in Russian will ever come in handy, but there it is. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. For the Saints of God and for the Lamb. A Revolution of Hope.
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: Hello Again
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Monday, August 07, 2006. Well well well . . . it has definitely been a while since I posted, although I suspect I wasn't missed a terrible lot. But, ironically, I have a lot I want to say but no words to say it. So, rather than bore with my own tedious ramblings, I'll let someone speak who is much more qualified than myself . . . The day is done, and the darkness. Falls from the wings of Night. As a Feather is wafted downward.
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: February 2006
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Saturday, February 25, 2006. An Oddly Introspective Morning. Give heed, friends, to my words. And I will speak of the steadfast love. Of the Father, and of the wayward actions. Of a son; so that you may. Praise the Lord, your rock and salvation. With greater strength and understanding. He provided for his every need, from the. Beginning, and blessed him with life, family. But this son, proud even in his youth,. Even when he walked ...
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: June 2007
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Friday, June 29, 2007. My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,. My tears like vinegar. Or the bitter blinking yellow. Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love. Gossips late and soon,. And I wear the wry-faced pucker of. The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum,. Puny, green, and tart,. Droops upon its wizened stem. My lean unripened heart. Because nothing augments a shitty day like depressing poetry . . . After und...
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For the Glory of Rome . . .: Something is Better than Nothing . . .
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For the Glory of Rome . . . And my other thoughts/ruminations/ponderings. Thursday, November 29, 2007. Something is Better than Nothing . . . Here are some verses from a song that I like:. When you get off work tonight,. Meet me at the construction site,. And we'll write some notes to tape,. To the heavy machines. Like "We hope they treat you well.". Hope you don't work too hard.". We hope you get to be. Hey, I found the safest place,. To keep all our tenderness,. Keep all those bad ideas,. View my compl...
