When you are gone as dust to lie ( Read more... )

Right, so so few people actually read this, page but it doesn't bother me... more room to rant.  Anywho, the following was my reaction to the "nivola" (basically a novel of philosophical constructs) by Miguel de Unamuno.  While I did not particularly enjoy this reading, (as I didn't really read it in it's entirety,but merely skimmed it for ( Read more... )

So here we go, I'll keep throwing stuff out here, damn insomnia kinda forces my hand.  So let's get caught up on stuff so far shall we?

Dust to Dust (Sonnet # ??)

Dust to Dust, an end to all our toil,
when one year we 'lide, and fall to soil
and so in winter we to heav'n take
or sit in the pit, Hell's fiery lake.
We bemoan fate, which thus will bemoil
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So it's been a while, and I suppose there is reasoning, like I've found another venue for such posts and I don't keep a journal, but I still know the real reasoning behind this absence.  I've been ashamed of myself and this hastily scribbled poem sorta deals with that... and the insomnia isn't the best for writing.  So here goes.  I think I'm going ( Read more... )

Sonnet 13

On white piles of diamond flake

I lay and watch the clouds go by

'neath the moon, in cold I bake

my soul to watch the owl let fly

a screech, a howl, a call to die

in the darkness rodents flee

as he and I let slip our cry

Wondering how the mice will be

Surrounded by tranquility

of freezing cold and falling down

Pondering things that I can not see

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Son of Shallot

If you love her, set her free

and should your love return to thee

you know it’s truly meant to be.

This advice he gave to me,

a wizened friend who ne’re fought,

save wit and worldly thought.

So I did as he bid me do,

and here I sit and tell to you.

She is yet to heal my heart,

she merely tore the whole apart.

Now she walks in a young God’s ( Read more... )

No more o’er the horn of God (Bavarian Swards)

I wake to hoary peaks shrouded in mist 
while the warm sun has yet to pierce the frost in my bones or the chill in the wind.
All along the Bavarian spruces far away, below fog I see true dawn grow nearer still and see the sun from craggy bosom rise, pulling back the weighty lids of his eyes, 
Helios and ( Read more... )

so I figured I'd post a few more..... 
ps- nothing is in order so... have fun

Early morning Rendezvous

I see the ice on mountain tops,

it looks so peaceful, so sweetly cool.

I think I’ll go ascend those peaks

to bathe myself in sleepy pool

and frozen banks of dusty white.

No mirage can there me fool,

as here they only rest in night

and desert thorns ( Read more... )

ok one more, it's a double feature tonigh, in my infinite boredom I'll leave another one, have fun... oh yeah toss back to new year's eve; and then the second one well it's self explanitory.(I'm really into the sonnet form)

This is the new year

The sun has set upon this shadow’d sphere

as the dust settles down about my brain.

The buzz of recollections ( Read more... )

like I said I'm really into writing, I may suck at it, but shoot me for it, I don't think I could stand living without it. so here's one of my crappy poems, I'll try to post one every once in a while till I've caught up with the present date, this first one is a bit morbid, but I like it.... also it's more like a set of three (third's the best)

I

Do ( Read more... )