For No One At All.

anyone lived in a pretty how town
-E.E
Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many
bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his
did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their
dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their
dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many
bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss
his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by
was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their
sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

The musical Lion King was splendid. Worth every cent, I think. Haha, and it sure was worth my painful soles and sore feet! The night was fun.

Okay break's over, time to get serious again. It just scares me, looking at everything happening around me. I'm growing numb to it all, but when the pain's gone I'm gonna live life happy. Happiness is not a destination.


Order my steps in thy word: and let not any iniquity have dominion over me.
Psalm 119:133