sonnet # 18 by shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thour art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,
And summer's lease hath all to short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes cna see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

sandy in peace 1990 -2006

sandy's gone forever today...
we separated at quadra and mckenzie...
i eastward...he...westward...
the traffic light turned to green...
i walked across the intersection...
a lady jogging southward...
he...westward...
isn't the sun rise in the east and set in the west...
he was still eating before the time...she said...
well...that was the true sandy though...
waggling...eating...sleeping...barking(for food)...suffering...aging...and dying...

a talking sunflower

i think he was trying to say something to me
something like he was ugly and deformed
but he was still a sunflower, a huge one though
i told him that he is really ugly but also cute

O O O

let the music flow
bounce off the walls, reach the hall, then fall