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LAST LOGIN: April 22
LAST LOGIN: April 22
I guess I would best describe myself as a renaissance man on a path of rediscovery, given that I am an engineer by trade but an artist and poet by desire. Math and science has always been an easy dragon to slave for me so the only way I find to make myself grow and improve i sin the arts. I have been writing off and on since I was 10 years old. Mostly childeren’s short stories and poetry. My muse comes and goes but when she is present her call is deafening and her influence impossible to ignore.
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Moonlight Mare galloping into my dreams. Are you Mortis, come to lead me below? No your raven mane gives you away. Where is your mistress? Why does she call to me so? Songs from sinewy ladies given breath by your childrens fibers haunt my waking moments. My essence tingles with joy and confusion, drawing me to her call. Why does she call to me still? Rainbow colored Spirits kick and buck against an old dusty gate, long forgotten. Can it still be opened? Releasing the Spirits into the sweet ir...
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Wind blown Mother's Sadness Fury of the Father's Heart make channels bulge with the flow of a storm most furious. Constantly pounding against man's resolve trying to harness this power for good but what will happen when it breaks? Will it flood the town below or just wash the dust from my cheek?
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Tic, Tic, Tic The gates of heaven or the boat to hell the maestro holds the key. Only the diva knows what realm to go Whoosh and then it flows brass angels sing, Eponan fibers call sinewy ladies to life, rotund giants drive the waves into your essence. Pulled from its corporal prison you dance and ride the currents no matter which realm they visit. The angel of music pulls at you like the ivory grip of everyone's final escort until you succumb leaving you tingling and awash in confusion await...
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Not another spare sock" said Tommy's mom. It seemed that every week a different colored sock was missing. Last week it had been white; the week before that black, and now it was red. Tommy's mom had no clue as to where these socks went, and lately she had noticed that silk shirts and boxers were alos missing. Every laundry day Tommy played and ran all around the laundry room listening to his mom's constant nags about the missing clothes; that is, when she wasn't telling him to sit down. He di...
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Sharp knives digging at my soul voodoo needles tearing at my heart pounding sounds of tears withheld crushing my brain. eternity pass in a moment as i wait ever waiting for release from this prison i've built dedicated to the happiness of others forsaken my own for so long don't i deserve what i need what i want for once why should i wait for a traitor's love i have survived before can't i make it again but alas in the sparkle of an innonece protected lies my salvation from pain but imprisons...
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"rings of the years hold stories to tell I have a firm grasp I reach up high" This is a beautiful image I can almost see a tree spirit in this reaching for the sky. I may also make this a flowery review, but I will try to see. "When close to extinguished, Nature brings me back" I may have written this as: When a mere ember, Mother's gentle breath brings me back Other than that I get lost in the path you take us on to describe our great mother and her family.
"The subtleties of colour in fog-edged clouds softly repeating their similar selves; filaments of dark green fern encircled by lagoon;" I believe these lines loose there punch when you string them together. It kinda started me getting lost in the flow at this point so I had a hard time following the rest. I love the concept and the imagery is great just sometimes hard to follow your jumps.
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"when your love had planted a will to be something more than a womb or vessel, when I could see myself beyond the reflection in your eyes." This is a wonderful line. The image that a great love can make you strive to be more. All of the images lead you down the road to the end where you find out what happened. It makes a sad but wonderful journey.
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"There are no sounds There is no silence Just emptiness" This is a very powerful line. I have been in this place myself recently so I relate. This captures the feeling of loneliness extremely well. We all walk this road at some point.
I love the double meanings to the colors. As in all things in this world love is the most painful double edge sword. "Open a coloring book and see what you can create. A masterpiece or scribble? It’s your choice, it’s your book." This section is wonderful imagery. Hope you get published.
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