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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shakespeare – for fun - Part One To Be – in hell, to be able to understand Elizabethan vocabulary, Or Not To BE – able to speak in that tongue, to penetrate Hell. THAT IS THE QUESTION – Can Elizabethan’s Hell, her todays come in colours ?, by this talking tongue, by hand or by a thoughtful, dedicated upright man, who stands up, to do the very best he can to bring your hell, those fires, passions, in every – in all ways to the heights of delight every Hell would love to know, to tell of until the day Hell’s fires burn out – all thought of are to burry as memories become the ships that will ferry all these experiences into a black hole abyss where all will go and those who used to know, no longer miss. To be - the fire ! Or Not To BE – the flame ? THAT IS THE QUESTION - that will remain. These thoughts of, – thought was a friend, died long ago – in my thoughts to the end. B. J. “A” 2 August 28th 2004 Shakespeare – for fun - Part Two To Be – all that comes into hells gate. Or Not To BE – trying to re-enter our fate, THAT IS THE QUESTION – so what can one state ? Down life’s many roads I have been – this man of age. Many adventures I’ve seen – these hands turned many a page yet these lips still want to french kiss the lips of Hell’s door. Instead, alone in my room – music, books, movies, nothing more. Cathartic - black inked words, upon bleached white paper - my fate, expressed desire, my taste buds to savour, penetrating Hell’s gate, reaching in , drink that pure nectar, suck sweet moisture from its well. Life of youth - not youthfulness – gone, are the hopes, dreams and desires of this aging, old man, daydreaming of days, a time to rekindle the fires. This old man wants nothing more, than to be as before, erect standing tall. That is desire, but unfortunately, fate doth require, one to take that fall. The problem being, times destruction, keeps the desired at bay and that beauty, once desired, has all but faded away. B. J. “A” 2 August 30th 2004
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