... Me, myself and I...

I'm bored....

It's three a.m.

Everyboby can write at this ungodly hour...

Poetry... Some of My Favorite Poems...

1.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

2.
How do I love thee?

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 every day'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 the 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.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

3. A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow -You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand -How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

4. Destiny

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours

For one lone soul another lonely soul

Each choosing each through all the weary hours

And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.

Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,

Into one beautiful and perfect whole;

And life's long night is ended, and the way

Lies open onward to eternal day.

Edwin Arnold

Eternal Doubts...

The questions you always wanted to know, but never had the courage to ask...

1. Why did the Flinstones celebrated Christmas, if they lived before Christ?
2. How did Tarzan always managed to have a clean shave?
3. How come the guy in "Planet of the Apes" never suspects were he is, if all the apes are speaking english?
4. If all man are the same, why do women choose so much?
5. If everyone says blondes are dumb, then why are there still women who paint their hair that color?
6. If every rule has an excepition, and that's a rule, what's the exception?
7. If the sentence 'keyboard not instaled, press any key to continue' what the hell, do I do?
8. Why is it, that whenever we ask someone to help us find a lost object, they always ask 'where have you left it?', I mean if I knew that I wouldn't be asking for your help, now would I?
9. Who was born first, the egg or the chicken?and by the way, is the glass half empty or half full?
10. What's the point of asking: 'Are you awake?'