A Birthday

A Birthday

MY heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love has come to me.

Raise me a dias of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Rossetti

Remember

Remember

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

Crush

Crazy how it feels tonight ... Crazy how you make it all alright love ... You crush me with the things you do ... I do for you anything too... Sitting, smoking, feeling high ...In this moment it feels so right ... Lovely lady I am at your feet ... God I want you so badly ... I wonder this ... Could tomorrow be ... So wondrous as you there sleeping ... Let's go drive 'til morning comes ... Watch the sunrise ... To fill our souls up ... Drink some wine 'til we get drunk ... It's crazy I'm thinking ... Just knowing that the world is round ... Here I'm dancing on the ground ... Am I right side up or upside down ... Is this real or am I dreaming ... Lovely lady ... Let me drink you please ... I won't spill a drop, I promise you ... Lying under this spell you cast on me ... Each moment The more I love you ...
Crush me ... Come on It's crazy I'm thinking ... Just knowing that the world is round ... Here I'm dancing on the ground ... Am I right side up or upside down ... Is it real or am I dreaming ... Lovely lady I will treat you sweetly ... Adore you I mean ... You crush me ... It's times like these ... When my faith I feel ... And I know ... How I love you ... Come on Lady ... It's crazy I'm thinking ... Just as long as you're around ... And here I'll be dancing on the ground ... Am I right side up or upside down ... To each other we'll be facing ... By love we'll beat back the pain we've found ... You know I mean to tell you all the things ... I've been thinking deep inside ... My friend With each moment the more I love you ...
Crush me ... Come on Lady ... So much you have given love ... That I would give you back ... Again and again ... Meaning I'll hold you ... And please ... Let me always

DMB

Ed

Theatre WV, Summer 2008. The Hatfields and the McCoys.

Bronte Sisters

Makes me smile

The juxtaposition is priceless.

Moving on

What is this going away?


What is this crossing over?



What to do with the rest of today's afternoon?

"It's always easier to leave than be left ..."

From the road page: As we sat this afternoon contemplating the loss of our brother, we wondered how we could possibly do a show today. Dave put it into
perspective stating, "There's no place I'd rather be than here with you guys right now." We cherish special memories of our lost friend. Tonight, Dave told a story about LeRoi at a bar in Virginia where the cash register was near the stage and LeRoi leaned on the register because "standing had become a chore". Roi proceeded to play the most beautiful version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Dave said, "that was the day I fell in love with him. And I'm still in love with him." It's safe to say we all were in love with him. "It's always easier to leave, than to be left." -DM

http://www.weeklydavespeak.com/articles/LeRoi_Woodland_Master_103104.php

April day

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616),
"The Two Gentlemen of Verona", Act 1 scene 3

Spring

Spring
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.