I wrote some poems for Scarlett. You can find them on my poetry page if you're interested: http://allpoetry.com/poem/by/dmusicat

Freedom

(Written in Kauai July 30, 2008 after being told I could go swimming because I was probably Epileptic.)

The Waves beat the sand
As each beat of my heart
Echoes the freedom of the surf.
The open sea,
Slave to no man,
Pushes her limbs
Where she sees fit -
Toppling children and sandcastles,
Diverting the swimmers
Wherever she wants,
While I woefully ( Read more... )

The blood sun sank below the horizon,
But another red blazed in the darkness.
While people waited, impotent and lame,
The monster consumed all things in his path.
And, while people watched, the creature raged on.
Here, blue isn’t the color of sorrow.

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Igniting Power
Feel that intensity.
One match.
One spark.
One flick of the wrist ( Read more... )

Wyrd

When the west wind whips
And the wary wanderer weeps -
When the world watches in silence
And women whisper words of truth
While men work without complaint - 
When whimsical wants are willfully forgotten,
And worship wins out over play - 
When, with his wailing withheld,
One wishes with his deeds
And waits no more without acting ( Read more... )

On Failure

Hated mistress of the majority,
Whose tender kiss poisons all she touches,
Causing the brave to dissolve in flushes
As their courage fades to minority.
Victory's sister, but with seniority;
By distraction she works, and as much as
He tries, one can't resist her false blushes,
And defeated, gives her authority.
Though she seems scorned ( Read more... )

This morning I was driving to Ito from Greg's apartment, and it was really gloomy and rainy. I passed through one of the really long tunnels, and when I emerged, I was greeted by this beautiful sight (although the pictures don't do it justice, nor do the pictures express my utter shock):


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So this is what I get for listening to Byron's poetry on the way over from Toi this morning...

A Romeo he was in looks and eyes
And panted over every girl with lust
He carefully adorned each breath with sighs,
And over each and every curl fussed.
He was not selective in love,
Every girl was “sent from above.”

He langoured o’er love as much as he could,
But ( Read more... )

Sooo, I went through a creaztive spurt today. I wrote a poem in class and thought up a really short story in the bathtub(though I'm sure I could enlogate the tale). The story makes me more happy than I can express. Here they are, for your reading pleasure (or not):

( 'To a Broken Flower' and 'A.C.N.E.' )

Today I was inspired to write a poem! YAY poetry! However, it is kinda morbid. I guess that's what I get for using 17th century opera for inspiration.

Invading Darkness

A cave of Shade hides in a winter park
Tucked away from the moving rush of life,
Where blackness reigns and cold cuts like a knife,
Where leaves block light and dark only ( Read more... )

( short poem: Alone )