Eguria

  “The Good-Morrow” -John Donne   I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasure, childishly?   Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den? T was so; But this, all pleasures fancies be If ever any beauty I did see. Which I desired and got ‘twas but a dream of thee   And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear? For love, all love of other sights, controls And makes one little room, an everywhere Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world each hath one, and is one.   My face in thin eye, thine in mine appears, And true pain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres? Without sharp North without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike, that none ...

  "" style="font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">   “Raider of the Treasure Trove”   -         Lade Worsonu   But what can be worthy of your life? What dearest than the gems of your dreams, The reason you are here? Always strive To fly flags of joy, and sail up streams Powered by the breeze of love, your course Chartered in the ink of compassion And, fling roses wherever you pause Heaven-on-earth your destination   Of things which blot out that brief Or breach your sails with arrows unseen; No! Rob you of your life, rage is Chief Rage drags rags after you.   Of charity Laughter, sweetness and light, rage is thief Enemy of equanimity, Rage spreads toxic fumes on every scene In essence, rage spells calamity.   It’s sole cause? Your perception of storms Breaking around not upon, your head. There are neither snakes deviants, nor norms: As y...