Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert ... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
That hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is OZYMANDIAS, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
As listed in from Poems from the Underground.I stumbled upon this site. They have a nice archive of the 'poem of the day.' Well worth taking a look through if you have the chance.
I cooked up some nice chicken parm this evening, so my belly's full and I'm enjoying polishing off the bottle of Merlot before I pass out. All the while Stargate SG-1 Monday is on Sci Fi channel
I was out and about most the weekend. Seattle had it's Gay Pride weekend, so I went and checked out the festivities. The parade goes right down Broadway, which is a little over a block from my apartment. Always interesting and excellent crowd watching. I hung out with the ex too. We watched the parade and did a little bar-hopping along Broadway. Nothing romantic, just hanging. Which is good. One of these days I'll have to describe her background. I dont know many people that have had to go through the all of the turmoil that she's endured in her lifetime.
I hope everyone is doing well.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert ... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
That hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is OZYMANDIAS, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
As listed in from Poems from the Underground.I stumbled upon this site. They have a nice archive of the 'poem of the day.' Well worth taking a look through if you have the chance.
I cooked up some nice chicken parm this evening, so my belly's full and I'm enjoying polishing off the bottle of Merlot before I pass out. All the while Stargate SG-1 Monday is on Sci Fi channel
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I was out and about most the weekend. Seattle had it's Gay Pride weekend, so I went and checked out the festivities. The parade goes right down Broadway, which is a little over a block from my apartment. Always interesting and excellent crowd watching. I hung out with the ex too. We watched the parade and did a little bar-hopping along Broadway. Nothing romantic, just hanging. Which is good. One of these days I'll have to describe her background. I dont know many people that have had to go through the all of the turmoil that she's endured in her lifetime.
I hope everyone is doing well.
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did you get hit on by some gay guys
at least your ex wants to still hang you must be cool/cute enough
that underground poetry site seems kinda cool
thanks for the link