Sunsets are red, the ocean blue,
Cinderella is sweet because she is YOU!!!!

*~Marian~

It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heav'n's all gracious King:" The
world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.

Still thro' the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov'ring wing: And
ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O
rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.

For lo, the days are hast'ning on, By prophet bards foretold,
When the ever circling years Comes round the age of gold,
When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And
the world would give back the song Which now the angels sing. AMEN.

Edmund H. Sears

Flamingos are my VERY favourite bird,
I love their adorable faces and their feathers of soft
Dark pink satin
They look so innocent and sweet
Never fly away, my sweet birds
If you would I would cry very hard
My tears would make an ocean for them
To wade and swim through
And my love for them would turn
Into to a mighty palm tree, tall and strong
With it's lacy green leaves providing shade
For you, my adorable Flamingo
And my thoughts about YOU would
Be transformed into infinite grains of sand
My blue eyes would turn into the sky
That you would fly in
But please, my dearest Flamingo
Never fly away forever
Or my heart should break
And turn into the blooms of Bleeding Hearts
My heart would be like petals squished and ruined
Never to be put together again

*~Marian~

After this I looked, and, behold,
a door was opened in heaven:
and the first voice which I heard was
as it were of a trumpet talking with
me; which said, Come up hither, and
I will shew thee things which must be
hereafter.
2 And immediately I was in the
spirit: and, behold, a throne was set
in heaven, and one sat on the throne.
3 And he that sat was to look upon
like a jasper and a sardine stone:
and there was a rainbow round
about the throne, in sight like unto
an emerald.
4 And round about the throne
were four and twenty seats: and upon
the seats I saw four and twenty elders
sitting, clothed in white raiment;
and they had on their heads crowns
of gold.
5 And out of the throne proceeded
lightnings and thunderings and
voices: and there were seven lamps
of fire burning before the throne,
which are seven Spirits of God.
6 And before the throne there was
a sea of glass like unto crystal: and
in the midst of the throne, and round
about the throne, were four beasts full
of eyes before and behind.
7 And the first beast was like a
lion, and the second beast like a calf,
and the third beast had a face as a
man, and the fourth beast was like a
flying eagle.
8 And the four beasts had each of
them six wings about him;and they
were full of eyes within: and they rest
not day and night, saying, Holy,
holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which
was, and is, and is to come.
9 And when those beasts give
glory and honour and thanks to him
that sat on the throne, who liveth for
ever and ever,
10 The four and twenty elders fall
down before him that sat on the
throne, and worship him that liveth
for ever and ever, and cast their
crowns before the throne, saying,
11 Thou art worthy, O Lord, to
recieve glory and honour and power: for
thou hast created all things, and for
thy pleasure they are and were
created.

I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
    What well might seem an elfin's grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,
    That erst thy false affection gave.


I pressed them down the sod beneath;
    I placed one mossy stone above;
And twined the rose's fading wreath
    Around the sepulchre of love.


Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead,
    Ere yet the evening sun was set:
But years shall see the cypress spread,
    Immutable as my regret.

                                         Thomas Love Peacock    **1785-1866

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered Heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

                                                             *William Blake