Hello Faithful friends, how are things going? This month will be the end of Lost. I am not looking forward to the end. Rarely has a show captured my attention such as Lost has. The constant twists, turns, and cliff-hangers have made this show one of my favorites of all time. The closer it gets to the end of its run and the more that cast regulars get killed off; the more it sets in. Lost will be ending sooner than later. Lost will sorely be missed by yours truly.
Until sometime next week, namaste and stay strong...
2 comments:
My spine was thwistled, did blood teem.
I think we had some subtle kind of meeting.
Or was it nothing but an eerie dream
of being, everyday, which means: just fleeting.
Purposefully romantic interlude?
All of a sudden I saw Katie hover!
losing herself in virtuous Altitude
to nothing; what real was here to cover?
Said Katie then: "I lost you out of sight.
Cool down, get numb to me! Be not too busy,
at hand, my soul is back again in light
where is it? lost then? I'm your sissy
and nothing else. In Love, what mindful point,
what flight? I'd rather have another joint."
My English Poetry
- Peter Ingstad, Sweden
My spine was thwistled, did blood teem.
I think we had some subtle kind of meeting.
Or was it nothing but an eerie dream
of being, everyday, which means: just fleeting.
Purposefully romantic interlude?
All of a sudden I saw Katie hover!
losing herself in virtuous Altitude
to nothing; what as real was here to cover?
Said Katie then: "I lost you out of sight.
Cool down, get numb to me! Be not too busy,
at hand, my soul is back again in light
where is it? lost then? I'm your sissy
and nothing else. In Love, what mindful point,
what flight? I'd rather have another joint."
My English Poetry
- Peter Ingstad, Sweden
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