Friday, February 20, 2009

SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meets in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellow’d to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. 


One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair’d the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress

Or softly lightens o’er her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 


And on that cheek and o’er that brow

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent, -

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent. 

Lord Byron

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Some People
Its a Pity
They go All their Lives and Never Know
How to Love how to let love Go.
But its alright Now
We'll make it through this somehow
and we'll paint the perfect picture
all the Colors of this World
Will Come together
More then ever
Can you feel it?
I can feel it

rob thomas - streetcorner symphony

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

ah, the night is callin'
and it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
but I, I am fallin'
and if I let myself go I'm the only one to blame

P!nk - Sober