Mr. Light House Mouse:

Do you really see what happens?
I'm not sure if it's true.
The years have change,
the world has grown,
the sky is not always blue.

But,
The rain clouds bring new thoughts and dreams.
the river runs it's path.
There's water in places beyond the sea.
It's important you know that.

I've come to say my last goodbye,
it seems a nice soul you have.
But your creepiness is just too much and
it has gone worse to bad.

I wish you the best in all your escapades,
I hope you learn something new.
Mr. George stay away from me.
Because I see what happens,
Do you ?

Mr. lighthousemouse...

...the most memorable concern of mankind is the guts it takes to face the sunlight again. (Charles Bukowski)

              


                       http://thelighthousemouse.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-lady-she-peeks.html

       http://thelighthousemouse.blogspot.com/2012/04/your-interest-is-my-interest-but-is-my.html

 To a mouse, tucked away in a lighted house:


 I am flattered. Really, it's true.


 But you have no idea, what a girl like me has got to do.


 It's always been better for others not to get involved.


 So take my warning, and let your dreams dissolve.

                       I feel as though I wear the mask of a monster every night I step out the door.

To feed my family, I must wear the mask.

Is there any way?

My prince in shining armour, never saved the day. 

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. (Excerpt from The Waster Land: T.S. Eliot)

                                                       T.S. Elliot how he knew too well,

the songs in which we sing. 

Will we always be alone?

This is an sinful world I have brought my son into.
I see it the dark faces that stare down on to me.
For men living alone (perhaps in a lighthouse far away)...
maybe that is the best way to live.

About suffering they were never wrong,

The Old Masters; how well, they understood

Its human position; how it takes place.

(Excerpt  by W.H. Auden)

How easy it would be if I were free!
I live everyday a normal human being;
and every night a monster.