A Vegas Tale
Smut, the litter on the ground. Heat, the sweltering of the air. Money, filthy and tossed about. Friends, we have a good one. Blue, summer is nearly over and time for school.
posted by Jazzy at 1:39 PM
Living on Purpose
In this moment I am being. Within each second that passes remains a timeless seam of consciousness.
Friday, August 27, 2004
James - "Building a Fire"
Family and Friends
Previous Posts
- Upon arrival to Las Vegas
- The Friendly Neighborhood Spider
- It's in my Blog, It's in my Brain
- The Uncontrollable Tension of My Mind
- All the Lazy Bloggers
- A Message from my Wife
- Like the Snow
- Quick Healer
- The Pounding in the back of My Head
- Dreaming of Sleep
O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-
Nature’s observatory - whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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