Half my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build
Some tower of song with lofty parapet.
Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret
Of restless passions that would not be stilled,
But sorrow, and a care that almost killed,
Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;
Though, half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,--
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights,--
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.
look lookwhee
tied up with knots that wont unwind, fed up with cruel dreams acting kind.
not ready to jump but i wont look down, already to dump everything around. theres no looking back, that one shot at freedom through the looking glass. no more broken beast, just rip off this collar with this broken leash.
made me feel something inside. far too real, too much pain to hide. not ready run but my feet wont stay. already too done for these birds of pray. swept away by all his lies, kept away while the earth crys. not ready to go but its time to leave. already too low to get up and plead.
Heh. I'm pretty easy with just about everything that comes out in movie form. I don't have the patience to read all the comics, sadly. I also don't have the money. I have to admit that my feelings for the Incredible Hulk are so-so. I adore Iron Man, though, and I'm greatly anticipating the release of the Green Lantern movie (which I realize is DC, not Marvel, but... the Green Lantern has always held a special place in my heart. heart )
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The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build
Some tower of song with lofty parapet.
Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret
Of restless passions that would not be stilled,
But sorrow, and a care that almost killed,
Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;
Though, half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,--
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights,--
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.
tied up with knots that wont unwind, fed up with cruel dreams acting kind.
not ready to jump but i wont look down, already to dump everything around. theres no looking back, that one shot at freedom through the looking glass. no more broken beast, just rip off this collar with this broken leash.
made me feel something inside. far too real, too much pain to hide. not ready run but my feet wont stay. already too done for these birds of pray. swept away by all his lies, kept away while the earth crys. not ready to go but its time to leave. already too low to get up and plead.
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December.