It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.


I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allen Poe

By Houdini (Houdini) on Thursday, October 25, 2007 - 03:21 pm:

Ninja Poetry

By Houdini (Houdini) on Friday, December 14, 2007 - 12:53 pm:

In Our World/Brothers*

We're closer now than ever before
(How much alike we are; perhaps we're long lost brothers)
There's love in our world and we're showing it more
(We even think the same; you know there may be others)

Our world says, "Welcome, stranger"
Everybody's a friend
(We can always use a friend)
Favorite stories don't end
(Welcome, brother)
In our world

Some say our world is getting too small
(So many things to learn, but we'll enjoy each lesson)
I say, with kindness, there's room for us all
(Problems don't worry us when half the fun is guessing)

Our world is always changing
Everyday's a surprise
(Live a lifetime of surprise)
Love can open your eyes
(Brother, look around)
In our world

When night lays sad upon you
Go watch a simple sunrise
(See wonder in your eyes)
Love can open your eyes
(Welcome, brother)
To our world

*actual title unknown. Song is from Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas.

By Houdini (Houdini) on Friday, December 14, 2007 - 12:59 pm:

The song above to me exemplifies what it means to "Live Life Lev".

Word.

By Houdini (Houdini) on Friday, December 14, 2007 - 01:10 pm:

untitled poem written by me


cry not for the withering wallow
for its not gone just in the shallow
upon the noon day sun it will rise
looking for its bag of golden fries

won't be long till you see
all that the withering wallow can be

what is the withering wallow you ask?
nothing more then words I've cast

so the next time you see
a withering wallow
think of me

By Houdini (Houdini) on Friday, December 14, 2007 - 01:15 pm:

just some words from a song I like...

Looking down on empty streets
all she could see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams made real.

All of the buildings
and all of the cars
were once just a dream in somebody's head.

she pictures the broken glass,
she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

By Houdini (Houdini) on Thursday, April 24, 2008 - 11:10 am:

SATURDAY IN THE PARK
ROBERT LAMM (Sung by Chicago)
© COPYRIGHT 1972 LAMMINATIONS MUSIC / BIG ELK


SATURDAY IN THE PARK
YOU’D THINK IT WAS THE FOURTH OF JULY
PEOPLE DANCING, PEOPLE LAUGHING
A MAN SELLING ICE CREAM
SINGING ITALIAN SONGS
(...AD LIB ITALIAN WORDS)
CAN YOU DIG IT?
YES, I CAN
AND I’VE BEEN WAITING SUCH A LONG TIME
FOR SATURDAY

ANOTHER DAY IN THE PARK
I THINK IT WAS THE FOURTH OF JULY
PEOPLE TALKING REALLY SMILING
A MAN PLAYING GUITAR
AND SINGING FOR US ALL
WILL YOU HELP HIM CHANGE THE WORLD
CAN YOU DIG IT?
YES, I CAN
AND I’VE BEEN WAITING SUCH A LONG TIME
FOR TODAY

SLOW MOTION RIDERS FLY THE COLORS OF THE DAY
A BRONZE MAN STILL CAN TELL STORIES HIS OWN WAY
LISTEN CHILDREN, ALL IS NOT LOST
ALL IS NOT LOST. OH, NO.

FUNNY DAYS IN THE PARK
EVERYDAY’S THE FOURTH OF JULY
PEOPLE REACHING, PEOPLE TOUCHING
A REAL CELEBRATION
WAITING FOR US ALL
IF WE WANT IT REALLY WANT IT
CAN YOU DIG IT?
YES, I CAN
AND I’VE BEEN WAITING SUCH A LONG TIME
FOR THE DAY