My Humble Opinion and Other Works

I'm pulling out my Cruisers and diapering my babe. I'm thinking of the way I never thought I should behave. I'm pulling out my Cruisers and pondering belief... He's long gone since the funeral. We never got relief. My Royal Purple Cruisers in pampered stretchy too... It's funny how they never made me think of you, or ships... or cars... or M:i:III... or Mars... Sign in to see full entry.

You are more important to me than all the big things that we'll see. When I knew you way back when, I loved you then. I enjoy participating in the fine arts, music and literature. My favorites interests are classical architecture, oil paintings and art in likeness of the Renaissance, classical violin and small ensembles, such as Vivaldi, film and theatre, screenwriting for filmmaking, some gardening, fashion design and historical and educational literature. I play classical violin, and I write... Sign in to see full entry.

Oh, do not cure me of this pain. I love again. I love again. I ache inside, outside, I weep. I cannot sleep. I want no sleep. And dreaming here and now are we more present than eternity with all lost hope in roving eye, my heart hides you forever nigh... I am not the swimwear designer. Monday, June 4, 2007 Simple Summer Dress with Ruffled Neckline Actually, I must give partial credit to Helena Bonham Carter for this idea. I saw her in a preview of Wallace and Gromit wearing a neckline that stuck... Sign in to see full entry.

It hurts too much and so we die yet living yet to see if ever you are all alone your heart returns to me. It hurts too much and all my life we met and I could say I love you now, I loved you then, I'll love you when you go away. I love you now, I loved you then, I love you when I go away. Sign in to see full entry.

Do you remember how awful it was in High School when the other kids were critical? Or when it seemed they were forming cliques behind your back in order to poke fun at anyone else? It was a difficult time. Emotions were at their most sensitive. When we get beyond the heart break stage in life, which takes quite a long time to get beyond, we begin to ignore the critical thoughts of others more and more. Sometimes we become overly cynical, but it's a self-defense mechanism, and not one that is... Sign in to see full entry.

Tell me why this frowning cloud sinks to press, to wilt my sunny, blooming further hills, bowing for the whim, for that demurely hostile crescent moon of darker light. Not mine, this lower, crying cloud, but drifts upon as from a foreign wake to bring a shadowed sight, groping through the misty, melancholic view of tear strained eyes toward all too bright further hills. Painting and Poem (c) 1990 Jennifer Butler Sign in to see full entry.

Reverse this loss, my innocent soul, my life you were, the purest know, for, when I couldn't live your slave, I died, because you couldn't save. Return to me, when e'er you dream, to days of young blood's thoughtless stream within that place and to this face you sought with aught a care what seem. For every sunny, tree lined sky is you are why, and every letter wasted here is you are near. Return to me and hold me dear. Love, keep my heart forever there. In every place, you claimed for you what... Sign in to see full entry.

Gentle, forming us within my mind. My... Mine... I minded you were gone. I want to be here holding you to light your morning song, as mourning long we kneel of loss, of when our days were new, and no one knew we two would be as one. Two Lovers My sun will shine with every way, the only light who sees our day and thinks the pale moon in the sky revolves to see two lovers loving nigh. My sun and all those plans creating new a wooded land where two may play in June the whole marsh stomping through,... Sign in to see full entry.

My cat's name is Sam Butler. It says so on his tag. His father's name was Samuel. Samuel Butler (novelist) From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (Redirected from Samuel Butler (1835-1902) ) This article is about the 19th-century novelist, author of Erewhon. For the 17th-century poet, author of Hudibras, see Samuel Butler (poet). Samuel Butler Samuel Butler ( December 4, 1835 - June 18, 1902 ) was a British writer best known for his satire Erewhon and his posthumous novel The Way of All Flesh.... Sign in to see full entry.

America, you snooze away, a fat cigar dangling from your snorting mouth. Eyes squinched shut, like a China man's, glaring beneath your white sleeping cap. And shadows of your money on rouge, your nosey bad leaders, your foot ball players, cast upon your bodiless fat head, with California lying in your ear. So cold, the cap in which you doze. The cap in which you bulldoze wives and children with lives to live... "CAN, a duh," you dream... I can fly. Sign in to see full entry.