Saturday, June 26, 2004

A poem from my younger brother...

A poem from my younger brother...

Jealousy

A chill blade in icewind dale,
a jest of lemon cruel grill.
It is foul in human nature,
uncomprehensive to the normal mind.
Yet it should be welcomed,
as it clones a picture.
It indicates a sweet scented rose,
of uncommon nature.

knows what he's trying to say?
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2 comments:

Singapore learning to retire well said...

be too large for worry,
too noble for anger,
too strong for fear,
too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

someone special shared this with me once. i even have it on the door of my locker and it's helped me pull thru' alot of tough times. this is why it won't be so easy to bring me down. because i live by this now. hope some of you can draw strength and meaning from it too.

1:38 AM
Singapore learning to retire well said...

be too large for worry,
too noble for anger,
too strong for fear,
too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

someone special shared this with me once. i even have it on the door of my locker and it's helped me pull thru' alot of tough times. this is why it won't be so easy to bring me down. because i live by this now. hope some of you can draw strength and meaning from it too.

1:39 AM

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