Monday, November 10, 2008

Poem of the Week

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasie
sold memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see that love costs all we areand will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Touched By An Angel
___ Maya Angelou

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

*Returns from hiatus*

*Is still in a drunken stooper from the night before*

*Takes 6 and half Motrins*

*Hurls tape dispenser in to crowd of co-workers*

*Sings the beginning of the Rhianna and T.I. song in a high pitched tone*

*Eats a cupcake and the wrapper its in*

*Harlem shakes to salsa music again*

*Runs to reception area body slides across the marvel floor*

*Receives the stare of death from receptionist*

*A drop kick ensues*

*Bolts*

Anonymous said...

Marble > Marvel

and its not even close

Anonymous said...

lmfao!!!!!!!! COMEDY!!!!!

Anonymous said...

Yo i feel like 10 sacs of shit...

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Tiffany Co. said...

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I think that better suits you Juni