JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Peter Wonderbill "Mr. Wonderful" - 14 years, 10 months, 27 days ago

James Joyce. Finnegan's Wake. Book 2, Episode 4, Page 383
Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmerstown Park?
Hohohoho, moulty Mark!
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!
Peter Wonderbill "Mr. Wonderful" - 14 years, 11 months, 23 days ago

"Don't say in words about love
Just sigh furtively( at the beginning of love)
And your eyes will light like stars.
A kiss hasn't a name,
Red roses smell like kisses
And like petals stay on your lips.
Don't ask for proof for your love,
You will face happiness and troubles in love.
"You are mine", hands can only say...."
by Yesenin(Russian poet)
Peter Wonderbill "Mr. Wonderful" - 15 years, 12 days ago

MY FAVOURITE SONG

Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door

Feels like fire
Im so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah

Im so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

*the power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down Ill be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you

Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin rushin inside of me

This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure

Im so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove

Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
Peter Wonderbill "Mr. Wonderful" - 15 years, 12 days ago

I want that you share my fascination I had last spring :)
on my trip to Petra in Jordan, it was like a dream :)
It is like the 8th world wonder :)
I seldom have seen such an impressive scenario,
firts you go nearly one hour through a deep valley
like into they the throat of a huge beast.
They ancient dwellers drove there symbols, bridges, arcs, houses, windows
into the naked stone. Form all the steep walls the door wholes look at you
like mistic giant eyes - the opens to temples, theaters, even cathedrals hewn
into the cold and hard rocks.
Hueg is this city, thousands of souls muts have lived there and closing the eyes,
listening the voices of the camels and all the people around my in ancient tongue
I could feel how it must have been 2000 years agao, when caravans loaded with
valuable spices, noble silk, ivory, gems and noble metals and furs of exotic animals.
Talking with each other, bargaining, shouting prices and praising there goods, the laughter of young girls flirting with
the traders.
I thing for a moment the echoes bring songs of ancient camel drivers back,
who sing with melancholic voices, heated up by the wine about there
families far away. And the wind blows deep and mysterious chords in the multiple
openings in a stone, like a unearthly ancient organ.
Peter Wonderbill "Mr. Wonderful" - 15 years, 13 days ago