I realized today that this blog has become a little too dry, and possibly overly angry at times (yeah right) so I decided to embrace my softer side today, and share with you some of my favorite poetry. Don't worry, it will be pretty short and completely painless. Enjoy, and be ready for more anger tomorrow...we'll start out with one of my very favorite poems:

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)


I must create a system or be enslaved by another
man's;
I will not reason and compare: my business is to
create.

-William Blake


To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

-William Blake


"If the doors of perception were to be cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite."

-William Blake