I have been feeling increasingly poetic as of late, as at any moment I'll begin to spout sonnets. So in order to spare my "Killing Moon" I'll settle for posting a bit of poetry. Enjoy the master of the arts, his expert words and his lovely visage to the left hand side.(What a stud!)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
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Did you another "Killing Moon" dream?
:)
Looks like Billy had more than his share of them too. I think your prose is more ... appealing.
Intense Guy said...
May 4, 2009 at 6:33 AM
Yes and it's killing me. A blog post is coming...I just need to get it out of my phone!
Melissa said...
May 4, 2009 at 11:09 AM
One of my favourites! :)
Pinked said...
May 5, 2009 at 3:15 AM