Idols
"EDGAR ALLEN POE"
"The Lake"
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
catch 22 Joseph Heller.
"there was no telling what people might find out once they felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to."
Philippians 4:8 "Think on these things,what so ever things are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, good report."
"gone from myself" "Allen Scott Windhurst JR" wanting to breath fire, wanting to fell pain throw my skin, wanting to tour a time frame free of sex and fleshy sins. fetishes for the simple, fetishes for comfort and a life easier then what i have. ive vanished from the mirror and cant find myself. there's only small scraps of information i let fall behind.
"Slug" When life gives you lemons, paint that shit gold!