In Broad Darkness 

Tonight, a torch song is burning, 

on the levee in Gramercy, 

a bonfire, a distant always, 

as hot as nineteen eighty-three. 

after church we walked in silence, 

beneath the tangled oaks, I knew, 

and fancied Satan was upset, 

when i sold my soul to you... 

for a moon you never owned, 

for a night of stars and bliss, 

baptized in broad darkness, 

by a Creole kind of kiss

divine and human, all at once 

it went beyond blood brothers,    

before we knew the sin and shame 

imposed by peers and holy mothers. 

southern closets grew damp and cold 

with fear and condemnation dealt 

for boys who did not fit the mold 

were beaten with the bible belt. 

tradition ruled, all else was odd, 

redeemed, I sought to please their god, 

through prayers for grace, my soul confessed... 

plum NAKED was your Sunday best! 

PLUM NAKED was your Sunday BEST! 

PLUM NAKED WAS YOUR SUNDAY BEST! 

PERIODIC TABLE SONG

EASY SONG TO REMEMBER

SONG OF ELEMENTS

OF PERIODIC TABLE.

Best Friends Forever

Best Friends

The title we chose

But what does it mean to be "best friends"?

You should see each other every day?

Well that's not true for you and me

Should silly little fights get in our way?

Only if that's how it's meant to be

Should we give?

Should we borrow?

Should we dance like there's not tomorrow?

Secrets are traded

Privacy invaded

Hugs and smiles are shared

Tears are shed

Love is spread

We know that we both really cared

I smile, you smile

You cry, I cry

I wish, you wish

 

You die, I die

If you fall

I'll help you up

And if you call

I'll always pick up

Best Friends Forever

The promise we made

And I know in my heart

That it will never fade

                      The Rainy Day

                             

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
It rains,and the wind is never weary; 
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
But at every gust the dead leaves fall, 
And the day is dark and dreary. 


My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
It rains,and the wind is never weary; 
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, 
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, 
And the days are dark and dreary. 


Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; 
Thy fate is the common fate of all, 
Into each life some rain must fall, 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 

The World Is Too Much With Us

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

                       

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils