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About

"Well, where to begin? I am an enigma, A saw cutting against the grain of society, I can not go the same direction as anyone else, Ill go my own direction and meet them in the end. Im a writer, a poet, a philosopher, a dreamer, an inventor, a thinker, a lover, a player, a musician, an artist of sorts, an atheist, a futurist, but most importantly , I am me, at least I think I am me. If I was not me, then who would I be? Maybe an future essay is at hand."

Welcome to my blog

"Hide not your talents. For use they were made. What is a sundial in the shade - Ben Franklin"

Archives

NaPoWriMo #3 4.09.2008 |

I stand as a brave knight
before the fearsome dragon

I softly ask her number;
No response happens

My mood much colder
than the shake she served

Before I leave, a tug on my shirt
Shyly she hands over her note

The sun hits my face out the door
I feel the shadow lift; sorrow fades to glee

04.10.08
 

NaPoWriMo #3 4.08.2008 |

I'll finish tomorrow
and hide my sorrow
for my procrastination

Self motivation;
Such a hard occupation
Fighting unproductive delay

I know I am able, but may
I, in my defense, say
Procrastinator unite on the morrow

NaPoWriMo #2 4.07.2008 |

Fear grips me by the throat
As I ordered my root beer float
Bonny girl behind the counter
Scared to ask her number in this encounter

She seemed quick to judge
I, a mountain of terror, did not budge
The girl sweeps past me with a wink
I'll find the courage to ask her; I think
 
 

NaPoWriMo 04.04.08 4.03.2008 |

That frigid night as we lay
Beholding the encompassing sky
You begin to wonder why
I have brought you to this bay

Cuddling under the warm blanket
Enjoying our new found love
You wonder, like me, if we'll make it
I know as true as the flight of the turtle dove

I see the stars like you
Lighting even the darkest places too