INVICTUS GEMINIAN INTJ

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul. 

~ William Ernest Henley

THE VALLEY OF UNREST

The Valley Of Unrest
 

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;

They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
 

Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
 

Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
 

Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
 

Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
 

They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
 

They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems. 

  ~ Edgar Allan Poe 

THE WHITE RABBIT

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell them a hookah-smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice 
when she was just small

When the men on the chess board

Get up and tell you where to go

And you just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving Slow

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the white knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's lost her head

Remember 
what the door mouse said

Feed your head!
Feed your head!

~ Jefferson Airplane