Embracing Ambition

Wraps my hands upon

Not so dark as a star

Lighting stars with fingers

Here is an engineer 

Constructing planets 

By the art of marbles

How does he break glass??

To shatter expectations

Open to nonsensical

Whimsical forwarded

Mail.

Her legs stretched out across the horizon,

And all the vines wrapped

Hot little flowers kissed

And that covered wild

Roses blooming fast

Dipping into the bowl

Love can be a time of peace

Floating in space!


Good times

Good times


Multitudes of wet dreams!

 

The Voice of the Anchient Bard

Youth and delight come hither

And see the opening morn

Image of truth new born

Doubt is fled in clouds of reason

Dark disputes and artful teasing

Folly is an endless maze

Tangled roots perplex her ways

How many have fallen there?

They stubble all night over bones of the dead

And feel they know not what but care

And wish to lead others when they should be led.


William Blake