& Miles to go...

"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

-Robert Frost

"Beauty died for some Killer eyes."

-AnnMargaret Tutu @ Sentient Nation

& To me personally, realer words have never been spoken. 

Your eye could be dulling but they find means to shine...

Where did you come from?
Some One must have dreamed to dream you up 
And downed a cup of steamy stuff to stay awake just long enough and take the time that seemed enough to make you real enough to pass for merely human.
No One owns the purest feeling of knowing how beyond concealing the meaning of moving through travesty, transcending gravity, living with death and breathing through tragedy with the enormity of a human-born angel.
:How do you live so divine but benign? :
Your eye could be dulling but they find means to shine.
 You have me so undone.

 Where did you come from? 

                                               -AnnMargaret Tutu

This was written by one of the most talented writers I personally know. We were just bs'n & girltalkin' while she was writing. The ability she has to put herself in others shoes through her writing is unparalleled.  
Go check her blog out at Sentient Nation            

If...

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

- Rudyard Kipling