I would wonder if there be
A hidden portrait there of thee
Which bears thy sin and guilt and shame
While outwardly, thou art the same.

If this not be, then let me write
A poem to bring this all to light.
Let these immortal words then be
That true and twisted sight of thee.

My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are the really shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either lethargy of a custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect- simply a confession of failure.              

                                                                        Lord Henry Wotton
                                                          ­              The Picture of Dorian Gray

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.


                                                                         Lord Henry Wotton
                                                                        The Picture of Dorian Gray

crimson light fills his irises
siren wails urge him to tell
ashes fill His mouth
advising to yield
smoke fills his blackened heart
horror crawls in his brain
like pale maggots
panic reigns
when the time to reveal gets near