by Edgar Allan
Poe
The
skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and
sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the
lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim
lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the
dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Here
once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my
Soul-
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my
heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll-
As the lavas
that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the
ultimate climes of the pole-
That groan as they roll down Mount
Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.
Our talk had been
serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere-
Our
memories were treacherous and sere-
For we knew not the month was
October,
And we marked not the night of the year-
(Ah, night of all
nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber-
(Though
once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of
Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
And now, as the
night was senescent,
And star-dials pointed to morn-
As the
star-dials hinted of morn-
At the end of our path a liquescent
And
nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose
with a duplicate horn-
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with
its duplicate horn.
And I said–"She is warmer than Dian:
She
rolls through an ether of sighs-
She revels in a region of
sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks,
where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the
Lion,
To point us the path to the skies-
To the Lethean peace of the
skies-
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her
bright eyes-
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her
luminous eyes."
But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said–"Sadly
this star I mistrust-
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:-
Oh,
hasten!–oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly!–let us fly!–for we must."
In
terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the
dust-
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in
the dust-
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
I
replied–"This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous
light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendor
is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night:-
See!–it flickers up
the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its
gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright-
We safely may trust to
a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to
Heaven through the night."
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed
her,
And tempted her out of her gloom-
And conquered her scruples
and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped
by the door of a tomb-
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I
said–"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended
tomb?"
She replied–"Ulalume–Ulalume-
'Tis the vault of thy lost
Ulalume!"
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves
that were crisped and sere-
As the leaves that were withering and
sere-
And I cried–"It was surely October
On this very night of last
year
That I journeyed–I journeyed down here-
That I brought a dread
burden down here-
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what
demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of
Auber-
This misty mid region of Weir-
Well I know, now, this dank
tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."
Said we
then, the two then,
"Ah, can it have been
That the woodlandish
ghouls,
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls,
To bar up our way and to
ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds,
From the thing that
lies hidden in these wolds,
Have drawn up the spectre of a
planet
From the limbo of lunary souls,
This sinfully scintillant
planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls..."
when it's black/ 
you don't know 
we've come for you
as i slip into the latest migraine i feel my mood just slide down into the depths.. even the little blue light on my laptop bothers my eyes.. we got these special blackout panels to block light through our big front bay window for the summer.. they are white but opaque and fit right behind the curtains.. thank god.
i do so love the dark..
messed up my stomach again trying cocoa yesterday for mom's day.. i'm not so healthy. seems like i'm getting to be a longer and longer list of ongoing physical concerns.. even as i type i'm getting my weird irregular heartbeats.. who ever knows why?
i have done better lately, but now the pain is here and i lie awake at night filled with despair or hate.. try to start over each day.. my kitties help me so much. if not for them even this ghost wouldn't be here.
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 12, 2008 at 02:52 PM
Ghost, that poem is beautiful. I wish I could take away your pain. Thank you for being you
xxxx
Posted by: Sleepflower | May 13, 2008 at 10:43 AM
hey sleepflower!
thanks.. although i'm used to this routine of pain, it still is hard to cope through it alone.. :(
that poem is by my latest favorite songwriter ben cooper (he's the lead in the band radical face.. like in the music box here, and also the band electric president.. they have a new cd coming out in june but it already leaked and i'm loving it! this one is from the new cd.. i'll put it up in the music box once it officially comes out..)
there's a good little minidoc in the 'little friends' area here (right by your bloglink!) about how/why he wrote the 'ghost' album.. he moved into a historic haunted house down south..
anyway.. i love his music!
:) the lyrics always speak my heart..
take care,
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 13, 2008 at 11:27 AM
today i'm in too much pain. never ask help/small favors from loved ones. it's just the last reminder that i'm nothing.
i ask so little. but it doesn't matter.
people never know how hurtful they are. and i don't want to make my loved ones feel bad. but the people who say they care are always the most hurtful.
i want to carve it into my chest and remember it always.
i'm nothing.
i'm done trying.
Posted by: ghost | May 14, 2008 at 12:05 PM
well, i'm still here and i didn't cut myself up.. sometimes the exhaustion is a good thing.. keeps me fromm acting on things..
just crawled back into bed for a day and stopped eating..
but the hubster decided to come out of his usual tuned-out state and help.. fixed me up a little..
i've also been so frustrated with this condition i have around my mouth where the skin just dries and cracks/bleeds over and over no matter how i treat it with chapstick or whatever.. so stupid and ugly..
hubby looked online and found out it's the anemia again.. guess i still have it. so i gotta really take my vitamins. it's been years.. if that's not enough i don't want shots :(
delusion is truly as necessary to our happiness as realities.. when i cannot maintain the fantasy of hope i wind up in killer blackholes.. that fill with hate whenever the pain courses through..
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 15, 2008 at 11:03 AM
bright mouths/
i see you in my head at night
your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright
and all you say are things
that i don't wanna hear
so i smash my hands against my broken ears
we are the thoughts
that you were warned about
we are the shadows in your basement
when you say "doomsday"
we say "everything's alright"
but it's all the same
get yourself a number
oh, we've been watching you sleep
we know your tricks
we know all your bad habits
we know your secrets
we know where you're lost
we sneak into your closet
and have dinner with your skeletons
all along you've been asking
what's wrong with me?
all along you've been asking
what's wrong with me?
all along you've been living your predicaments
saying you were innocent
but what's that gotta do with us?
we are the cracks in what you dream about
we are the noises in your attic
we are the people you were warned about
we are the monsters in your closet
and now, despite your hopes, you're just like us
yeah.. you're just like us
despite your prayers you're broke like us
yeah.. you're broke like us
we watch you when you're asleep
they hear as you grind your teeth
they're always wearing smiles
but they're never what they seem
you run when you're awake
but they still get ya when you dream...
Posted by: ghost | May 15, 2008 at 01:32 PM
bvit anemia links:
pernicious anemia/the vampire's disease..
http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/prnanmia/prnanmia_what.html
http://www.duanereade.com/health/ConditionFactsheet.aspx?id=278&pg=2
partly why i dislike my current dr and avoid her.. it's like she's looking at somebody else's chart or something.. didn't even tell me last time if i was still anemic (blood test results) and now i find out i am.. instead reassures me my bp is not too high (i have orthostatic hypotension or Low bp!) and wants me to go have pointless bloodtest for cholesterol?! i've always had very low cholesterol..
now i wonder how the heart thing is related to the anemia, etc..
fucking drs..
i need a new one.
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 15, 2008 at 05:44 PM
hey ghost....dont think you will ever find a good dr....well i havent anyway..!!! im on no sleep zone at mo....with mind racing alittle, so seeing "sleep well" on your blog made me smile....
take your vitamins and hope you feel better.....hugs thumper
Posted by: thumper | May 18, 2008 at 03:07 AM
thumper..
i agree on my prospects looking for a new dr.. :(
i can't sleep either because it's a heatwave here.. i hate it, i can only sleep if i feel cool/cold.. so i've been on a major spring cleaning whirlwind! i mean, i like the cobwebs personally.. but you know, not everyone appreciates my taste in home decor.. hehee..
ironically, that whole 'sleep well' album i keep quoting is about monsters under your bed, skeletons in your closet and all the things that keep you up at night..
i hope you can get a rest without crashing soon..?
and yes i am taking those vits, thanks!
hugs back,
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 18, 2008 at 04:36 PM
heatwave....how lovely....the cobwebs stay in my house....the halloween feel is the best....got a band i want you to check out ghost....the drummer is a friend of o/h and they havent got a record deal yet, but i have their cd and think its top.....i cant do links (hangs head in shame) but is on myspace....they are called MY IQ....and you can listen to their songs....let me know what you think as trying to get support for them.....they have been giggin round england and sky was suppose to film them in Edingburgh, but they didnt turn up....???? im still not sleeping but hey, what can you do.....see you on the forum.....thumper X
Posted by: thumper | May 19, 2008 at 09:36 AM
i searched for my iq on my myspace but it didn't find anyone? :/
maybe their myspace username is longer/different?
don't feel intimidated about this internet stuff, thumper.. if you want a link just highlight the address up at the top so it's all blue, then right click and 'copy'.. then you can go to where you want to put it and right click there.. then you click on 'paste' and voila! there it is.. as long as it's still on the 'clipboard' you can paste it anywhere you want..
i love indie/new music.. if i can get the link i will post it up at sweetaddy where lots of musicians and indie fans will listen to it! :D
(that's the elliott smith fanboard i go to constantly..) i get almost all my new music from there..
poor thing! i hope you get some ZZzZzZzzzzzzss soon!
xo,
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 19, 2008 at 11:35 AM
hope this works....
http://www.myspace.com/myiqofficial
got this from myspace.....o/h said they are brilliant live....thumper X
Posted by: thumper | May 19, 2008 at 12:32 PM
hey! they remind me alot of the band my little brother is in.. :D (he is also the drummer..)
same influences!
i'll put a link up on sa too..
Posted by: ghost | May 19, 2008 at 01:33 PM
god. nothing like a tmj flare-up to cheer up my week? :/
i made a stupid mistake and used a new electric toothbrush, forgetting this would trigger my tmj/inflame the nerve fibers.. knocked me into the most severe tmj/migraine.. haven't had it as bad since the time back in cali that i went on the 'california screamer' rollercoaster at disney's CA adventure park and gave myself an instant headache.. by night i felt like my head had been through a paint mixer..
i still have it now but not like last night. throbbing pain in my mouth/jaw.. dear god i need better drugs!!
my whole existence is fear and pain.
ghost
Posted by: ghost | May 22, 2008 at 11:28 AM
it's been awhile..
tonight i'm crawling away from the motherofallmigraines..
whimpering..
it's been a week?
i have raccoon eyes..
please make it stop.
ghost
Posted by: ghost | June 15, 2008 at 08:53 PM
wellll..
getting to be a true ghostblog these days..
my blog host is doing a big update that may disrupt things a little for awhile.. and my music host was bought up by some big uk company that has yet to get things running.. without my musicbox running my mixes i don't tend to come here as much..
but i'll be back once it's all working right..
besides i plan on hibernating through this infernal summer..
wake me when it's autumn.
ghost
zzzzzzzz..
Posted by: ghost | June 17, 2008 at 09:16 PM
hey ghost,
i wondered why you hadnt updated. music's is playing.
im going to be away for a couple of weeks getting a tan. takecare, may speak on the board if i get time, always leave things till the last minute and now in a panic....thumper X
Posted by: thumper | June 23, 2008 at 02:30 AM
have a good time, thumper!
i'll work on my 'moontan' (pale) here in the A/C.. :D
yeah.. i wish tunefeed would come back soon! this little clunky player plays a few tom waits songs but it's not the same.. :(
cya,
ghost
Posted by: ghost | June 23, 2008 at 11:06 AM
did i ever mention what a syrup head i used to be?
http://www.brensgumbyland.com/images/dxm.png
i used to panic waking up gasping for breath not knowing why.. drinking bottles of sickly sweet orange triaminic to get through my days back at 'home'.. it makes me nearly vomit to remember it now.. what a fucking waste i was!
nowadays everyone knows about it but i stumbled onto it's dissociative properties all by my lonesome the same way i did with si.. back before anyone knew anything..
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recreational_use_of_dextromethorphan
yesterday we got the '3 red lights of death' on our xbox 360.. :P 430 hours living as a vampire in es oblivion gone.. our xbox is dead.
then unrelenting tmj/tmd the last few days & nothing safe to eat. i can't deal with the humans anymore either. crawling back into my nice dark coffin/grave.
bye
Posted by: ghost | June 27, 2008 at 12:05 PM
toxic's bday wish (she's 6) was for candy bones that all go together to make skeletons for her closet..!
http://www.brensgumbyland.com/images/skeletonpops.jpg
http://www.brensgumbyland.com/images/skeletonpops2.jpg
she got her wish!!!
ghost
p.s. http://www.jimcarrey.com/
Posted by: ghost | July 11, 2008 at 01:07 PM