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, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & 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?
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother’s only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.
“O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O Father, I saw my Mother there,
Among the lillies by waters fair.
Among the lambs clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn—
O when shall I return again?”
Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.
“Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star.”
The third or forth world war
are nearly starting
like love bleed from our humanity
or our love return to paradise
unthinkable nightmare can not happen in the
heart of heaven ?
PRIME OF FIRE. RESORT
Last night the Moon was still rises
That is silver cord
And I wake up and the station of London Eve
In my dream
Venus . But love
driving all burning love and you looking at the mirror of passion
are we forget the Greece birth
Damascus at night
I CAN SAY NOT WELCOME TO ATLANTIC ARMIES
for ever and ever and ever
like the waves dancing with beauty land
The Earth waiting my Lady love
through all life
and passionate kisses
home for love and home for deep passion
CAN I LOVE YOU ??
FOR EVER and ever
THE SECOND PART OF ANY SPRING
love wealth flower in your cedars and pines
are we do love over do
new for modern times
Welcome in the flowers house
you can feel by sunrise
Lovers cross liberty through light of music
Are labor class fight the lost Philosopher news by
Strike classes of rambler plants
SO I NEED
WORLD OF LOVERS for more pleasure
PARIS IN LOVE
LONDON OUT SECOND WORLD WAR yes I love London City
A step by the steps
SOME THING about true life
in ART OF LOVE
THE LAND OF KING JAMES
SONG FOR WASTE LAND OR IN A STATION OF PARADISE LOST
AND THIRD WORLD WAR BY new dark ages
December 19TH 2010
How the moon in November
Lovely at midnight
when the sun walk around phoenix
and Quatum Theory look at
A monarch of Apollo
In the Down cities
when snow painting king of gods
O' London city
city of love & November time of love
O ' love where's my female study in home
Queen hugs and sweet kisses