~{I am the Jabberwock}~
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
~{A View on life}~
Twas a Gimble was I,
Futering about in this dilution.
Can not be of world is am. Can it not be,
the insane lead the blind,
for tuttering is those of us.
Bleeding hearts and bloods desire to
be freed from veins that bind.
Bleed onto Cold white sheets,
the black blood ink of the life vine.
For souls do not weep, souls are not there.
Human is animal, is stone, and air.
Can not be of that seeking of you now.
Forever and ever is never to be.
Never is forever. Can not is to there is now.
Fingers of ice and wind play on the musical
strands of blood cords, emotionally unresistant.
~{We're all insain here.}~
My Wardrobe!!
