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On War, Sans Peace

I sought a treasure hidden deep In water steep and mired mud I realized that the earth will keep Her secrets fed by human blood:
And though we struggle long to break The chains that tie us mortal here We swim an ever-growing lake No matter of the trees we clear.
But life's not fed by conquering The land on which our flowers grow We're unsustained by vanquishing Our fellow brother labeled 'foe'.
If I had peace within my reach I'd burn its essence on the beach And lets its smoke float through the world Ashes carried by oceans curls. &n

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I Think I Touched A HeartI think I touched a heart today, With words on bleeding page- I think I reached a soul today And calmed a simmered rage.
I think he heard my voice today I think her mind met mine I think I touched a heart today... If only I had time
To call to each heart one by one And give them words like these Of joy and love and happiness- I'd bring the world peace. I Think I Touched A Heart
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The Eating of the DaysIt is on days like this That I wish I could eat the calendar, Tearing dates from the page, Swallowing month by month until The whole year is digested.
Hot, sticky Julys will burn my lips And glycerin icicles of winter will stab my throat January through December will be mine And the world will never end.
On my tongue, I will piece bits of May With fragments of October And leaves will blossom red.
But the dates that brought heartache I will chew and spit out, Shredding their soggy despair under my feet. The Eating of the Days
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Still My HeartThese rusted chains of tangled lust Are tempting in the moon-shone dust; But in the misbegotten light His ardor shines not half as bright.
Romantic paths are often strewn With tainted roses past their bloom- And yet how sweet is that first bud Of tender-scented, new-born love... Still My Heart
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On War, Sans PeaceI sought a treasure hidden deep In water steep and mired mud I realized that the earth will keep Her secrets fed by human blood:
And though we struggle long to break The chains that tie us mortal here We swim an ever-growing lake No matter of the trees we clear.
But life's not fed by conquering The land on which our flowers grow We're unsustained by vanquishing Our fellow brother labeled 'foe'.
If I had peace within my reach I'd burn its essence on the beach And lets its smoke float through the world Ashes carried by oceans curls. &n On War, Sans Peace
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Sonnet XXChurn the days slow to autumnal longing, Bittered breezes sighing with star-choked night, As the sun blazes with blighted wronging Puzzle a way to make questioned hearts right.
Whisk away whispers of a weary wish: I am here and you are now-hold me close. Lean into our fate-stand here, lip to lip.
Tear all the petals from a bare-stemmed rose And divine that my love for you is true.
I'll strangle the doubt of a wary soul And gaze upon only the best of you.
This is the love to carve diamonds from coal- I'll close my mind to double-guessed reason & Sonnet XX
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Sonnet XVIILove, feel free to sleep in my soul's shadow For our souls are one by now, are they not? You bring me relief from blackened sorrow And fill my mind with love and graceful thoughts... I shiver delightfully in your heart Waiting for your arms to cloak around me These first bites of romance are sweetly tart And echo your kisses adoringly. I can't bear to shatter this perfection With distressingly negative doubting For I know you burn at the suggestion That this moment (may) someday be ending. But I'll revel in the joy that is here And hope time can alleviate these fear Sonnet XVII
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Walking by the waterways
I spied a weeping willow, Green of leaf but bent in grief
A masterpiece of sorrow. Unsure of why this tree were broke In lowered voice I softly spoke:
“Willow, tell me why you weep Do you despise the hum of flies? Are you sick of water deep? Do you look upon the glaring skies And long for hollow sleep?”
“Human I have watched this world Too many years in silent thought, I've reached for stars with limb unfurled With twigs and branches overwrought.
That lofty race was never won, I who str

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My heart, which feels as faint as those that break, Is kept alive by but one thing—your voice. Yet speak not for my heart’s sustainment’s sake, But verbalize your own hearts words. This choice, Which my strong mind, considering, enjoys, Shall bring the energy that my heart needs, And I hope by this vague, inviting ploy, To plant the flower of our love’s first seeds. So turn that wanted organ on what breeds Not hesitating fear, nor hate, but love, And focus on that higher thought, which leads My frenzied mind to realize things above. Not only

Sonnet VII-Spenserian

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RebornI repent for what I've done But only a fraction of the whole. Looking back on age-old poetry && Pointless arguments, it all seems silly. But what can you do?
I empty my heart Of thoughts && dreams So maybe I won't get caught Up in girlish fantasies along the way. Do you think it will work?
As I turn back one last time To see the places I've been && remember, Something tugs my heartstrings && bids me stay, But I can't.  I have to move on. It's painful, but has to be done if I want to grow.
The secrets && wrath I wore L Reborn
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Juliet UnrequitedThere’s nothing overly romantic about this Romeo and Juliet thing we’ve got going on;
                                  [you show up at my balcony                                     after traipsing through the brambles
        &# Juliet Unrequited
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I'm Alive...ish

Journal Entry: Fri Nov 20, 2009, 6:50 AM

So no, I'm not entirely dead...yet. But apparently a double major in English and music with a concentration in pre-law PLUS earning certificates in piano pedagogy, film scoring, American studies, and aging and older adults can severely impede your free time.

It's really not quite as bad as it sounds, honest.

But I am also working by teaching piano, playing at church and tutoring English. Add that to breathing and procrastinating and pretty much all the hours in my day have been consumed. If I need to go to the bathroom, I have to borrow the time from my retirement fund.

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"The author must keep his mouth shut when his work starts to speak."
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Current Residence: Suburbia
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
Print preference: Legible
Interests: Writing, Piano, Music, Theatre, Drawing
Favourite movie: Breakfast at Tiffany's, Casablanca, Sabrina...I like the classics.
Favourite poet or writer: Plath, Rand, Shakespeare, Millay, Orwell, Atwood
MP3 player of choice: iPod classic
Favourite game: Scrabble. And Monopoly.
Personal Quote: "Never resist an impulse...especially if it's terrible"
Tools of the Trade: Computer, notebook and pencil, and a calligraphy pen when I'm feeling fancy. Oh, and my Yamaha