Thursday, January 15, 2015

If This Be All

          If This Be All
by Anne Bronte (1820-1849)

O GOD! if this indeed be all
  That Life can show to me;
If on my aching brow may fall
  No freshening dew from Thee;
If with no brighter light than this        
  The lamp of hope may glow,
And I may only dream of bliss,
  And wake to weary woe;
If friendship’s solace must decay,
  When other joys are gone,        
And love must keep so far away,
  While I go wandering on,—
Wandering and toiling without gain,
  The slave of others’ will,
With constant care and frequent pain,        
  Despised, forgotten still;
Grieving to look on vice and sin,
  Yet powerless to quell
The silent current from within,
  The outward torrent’s swell;        
While all the good I would impart,
  The feelings I would share,
Are driven backward to my heart,
  And turned to wormwood there;
If clouds must ever keep from sight        
  The glories of the Sun,
And I must suffer Winter’s blight,
  Ere Summer is begun:
If Life must be so full of care—
Then call me soon to Thee;        
Or give me strength enough to bear
  My load of misery!

Friday, January 2, 2015

Current Status

Guys, I will likely be arrested 
I'm sorry, I know we never connected 
And now we'll never have that chance 
Because Erica's a fucking bitch 
But it's really no surprise--her mother's a disgusting witch
So goodbye, and save the last dance.