Archive for April, 2008

Comcastrophe!

| April 30th, 2008

So, apparently Comcast doesn’t want my money.. michael kors bedford d15b . I can’t set up
payments online on my iPhone. This is obviously a problem with Comcast ; monster beats cheap charger )

Time to bring my DVR and Modem into a payment center. I have the feeling that I won’t be able to exchange them.

Sigh

| April 29th, 2008

I’ve spent some time drinking beer and wine
and all I’ll ever do is sigh,
Had love ripen like a grape on summer the vine
Picked under the late August sky
I’ve had friends roll in like the midday tide
and watch them roll out again
Some sought bright lights, and others died
some are constant like the winter wren
I’ve heard sad songs and I’ve played them too
and danced when the autumn trees wept
But the only sweet song I haven’t sung is for you
and that’s something that I’ll have to accept

The Mystery.

| April 29th, 2008

There is a thing that is near memory. A thing that pulses and pounds within the human heart. It ebbs and flows with the tides of our blood. It spikes with the tingle of forgotten nerves. It dews in every tear, draws with every breath, and flits away with every smile. There is a thing that is beyond remembrance, and sensation, beyond that what we know, what we can grasp. There is a thing that echoes in the depths of our dreams, and hides behind every thought that we make A forgotten thing, and yet remembered for a time when we laugh or sing. When smell the odors of home, or touch the patina of our lives. Life and death play out a thousand dramas within a land, a feeling, a world which we can never know, but know is ever there. There is no time, all moments compressed into a single heartbeat, all places within the immediate. Passion, sorrow, salvation, despair. All things and nothing and the shadow of infinite and yet fleeting moments. All poets seek it, and fear it. They flee and follow it. And yet none know what it is.