Yeah, I'm a cheater. But Insta-Winter is currently slapping the hell out of Microburg. Wintry weather makes me cranky, and possibly evil. Especially when it comes during the autumn, ya know? Interestingly, dark and dreary poems/songs/thoughts cheer me up during such times. Plus, I have weaknesses for goofy blondes, breathy tenors, and bibliophiles. The duo responsible for today's offering contains a personage that hits the heo-perv trifecta. (Is it wrong to crush on antique hippies?)
I Am a Rock
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock
I am an island
Don't talk of love
Well, I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I'd never loved,
I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no-one and no-one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And the rock feels no pain
And an island never cries
And, for those of you who care, a YouTube offering of the same -- now with music.
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