A little brown cork
Fell in the path of a whale
Who lashed it down
With his angry tail.
But in spite of its blows
It quickly arose,
And floated serenely
Before his nose.
Said the cork to the whale:
"You may flap, slap, sputter and frown,
But you never, never, can keep me down;
For I'm made of the stuff
That is buoyant enough
To float instead of drown."
Though I see the end approaching - the end of the familiar, the rearrangement of the elements of beauty... I know that as the night presses it's ever-expanding claim, the things in which I put my faith will come most alive, and fight their undoing by rising up to their full and majestic height.
Here's to cork, and here's to you.
9 comments:
You have it in you haney. I know you do.
Remember what Pooh said to Christopher Robin... "Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
I'll remember that. Thanks haney ;)
Did you write that?
No, I remember that poem from my childhood.
I think you're awesome, like I said on the phone. I think that with this attitude, you cannot help but float up to some better place in life, no matter what happens. Here's to YOU...I love you with all my heart and am so eager for everything to go right for you. I hope, wish and pray for it.
I know you prolly think I am a stalker, since you hardly know me, but I found without searching, the King Freddy video on youtube, and had to check your blog for my own stupid interest in how the young prince is doing.
My my I remember those days all too well even the very days of the shoots. I am happy to see a young man that was raised as such, can write in such eloquent fashion, all while trying to make sense of his new world around him.
Sincerely,
Much Amazed.
we're all rooting for you, chris. knock em dead. xx
I met a boy who was so clean.
And for some reason I was really mean.
Aint that normal when your seventeen.
When we met again we were 23.
He had it all the American dream. And his bride was a god damn beauty queen.
Now hes up there with his girl. And Im still down here having to twirl.
And trick and try and even twerk. And trust its just too much work.
I dont know who or what to blame. for the reason why I went insane.
But something killed me deep inside the day I made him cry.
So Hi Hi Mr. American Guy
You got the look, I got the itch
Why dont you give me a try
Forget them blondes who`ve been reigning so high
Im thinking Anglos have already Flyed
Anglo Saxons have already flyed
All my love....Cereal Stalker
(Jesus speaking)
Behold! delete the lunatics rantings.
...seriously, its embarrassing...
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