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| Ah well, i suppose ive pouted enough. its been so very long since
ive posted you think id have something more to say. i move into
my new place next week and im spending what little time i have that im
not at school or work getting ready for that or hangin with my boys.
still talk to olivia 5 or six times a week on the phone but all that
really does is make it hurt more...sigh...whatever, just for fun heres
some little dgemu lymerics.
aoiblue it seems is a cow
(its probably best not to ask how)
she is known to go moo,
at a person or two
(could be worse kid, you could be a sow. :)
bishman you crazy old mod,
i cant figure out your bod
are you a post, ghost, or melon,
a fish or a felon
or a chicken from turkey named todd!
(not great but give me a break im tired. also not calling you a pig aoiblue :P)
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| on this the eve of my saddest day i find myself at a lose for words. the poet is losing his muse so for what reason is there for he to write? i can only think to post what was once one of my favorite keats poems and the one of the bards truest sonnets. in this way may the words of another speak for my soul....
Bright Star, would I were stedfast as thou art -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever - or else swwon to death.
-- John Keats, Bright Star,... --
Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way.
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee.
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me, that I am not thought,
To leap large length of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend times leisure with my moan,
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
William Shakespeare
may the love we share stand the test of time and distance. may fate watch over you until you are returned to me mon étoile polaire....
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december 20th 2003, i hope you remember...
When She Walks By
Eyes so dark
Heart so pure
I could never love another
The way I love her
Gleam in her eyes
Like a candles flame
I love when I hear her
Call out my name
When she walks by
Birds stop their flight
The dead come to life
And the blind regain their sight
I could never love another
The way I love her
Eyes so dark
Heart so pure
Skin so soft
Soul on fire
She fills me with
Complete desire
The way she moves
The way she looks
One glance at her
Was all it took
When she walks by
People stare
At her radiant face
And her silken hair
She fills me with
Complete desire
Skin so soft
Soul on fire
Perfect body
A poet's mind
Michaelangelo would envy
Such a find
Beautiful smile
Always sincere
Whoever's around
Wants her near
When she walks by
Angels weep
Gods hide their faces
And lovers leap
Michaelangelo would envy
Such a find
Perfect body
A poet's mind
with all the love i have to give mon étoile polaire... | | |
| this one took some time. havent written in a classic style in awhile. (but its your fav so here. )
Of Culminated Beauty
Of silky waters awash with blues
Immortal earth's heavenly hues
Beauty lay upon seductive seas
Glimmered ripples play upon the breeze
Beyond the ribboned colors of red
Where city lights dare not tread
Radiant sparkles glitter above
A blackness broken by pearl doves
My gaze rests upon your eyes
Luminescent stars in midnight's sky
As your stare pierces into my heart
The melody of a soul's lonely art
Growth brings you new beauty and fears
And with new years will come new tears
Yet those closest will hold you high
When not much else to do but cry
Your beauty of heart exceeds the skin
A light spreads to others from within
I ask you for one descriptive word
Appropriate aren't any I've heard
With you my thoughts I will share
Easy you are with heaven to compare
Its heights, like yours, never conceived
To find a soul so pure I never believed
Parallel are you to all so pure
The aura about you offers its cure
If fortune and future shall allow to be
I wish your light closer to me
with all the love i have to give mon étoile polaire... | | |
| i didnt want the only thing i posted today to be born of my sadness, so heres something i wrote last week and never sent you.
There is poetry in your eyes every time you look at me,
and in your lips, the poems of Neruda are materialized.
They are your eyes... two poems of celestial beauty...
with the infinite depth of the sea in their awakening.
There is poetry in your lips every time you kiss me,
and in your mouth, the soft breath of your soul is revealed.
Sweet lips are your's,infused with the honeys of love.
Moist and tender lips, a permanent invitation to kiss.!
There is poetry in your body every time you walk!
You are perfect harmony walking down the street.
With each step you give, your shade writes a poem.
A Goddess's body is yours...
work, perfect of God, in the still of the afternoon!
There is poetry in your mouth every time you smile at me.
And in your lips the smile is drawn of the, "I love you!"
While you exist; your smile, you will exist... woman!
And while you exist, "woman", will always be poetry!
with all my love mon étoile polaire... | | |
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