Friday, February 27, 2009


I'M RISING

Monday, February 2, 2009




PAIN HAS AN ELEMENT OF BLANK

The heart ask pleasure first
And then,excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering;
And then,go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,

The liberty to die

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began,or if there were

A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realm contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.