News: My thoughts are clouds I cannot fathom into pastries.

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Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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November 25, 2012

Soothe My Weary Soul -- A Poem

A short poem I'm working on (written in iambic pentameter). Inspired by Dante's Prayer; you can listen to the song by clicking the link. 

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Soothe My Weary Soul

Breathe life and joy into this feeble heart,
Accentuate each sinew now with might,
And turn my gaze to heaven high in hope,
For life I seek amidst my earthly plight.
Each ear tuned fast to every sweetn'ning sound,
And those of harsh distraught bring somber prayer.
The soul replies with tension and remorse,
My silenced thought flees swiftly through the air.

Known paths oft traveled well by friends lie dry
Beneath the stars they shudder in despair,
Desiring soft caress of weary leathered foot,
Yet traveled not for fear of baleful snare.

I lie among the dewy, frozen leaves
My breath coagulates between the oaks;
The softened sound of woodlark in the trees
Now soothes my soul to rest from earthly yolks.

Dear friend, clasp hands with me in bravery,
And swear this day to walk in honest truth
For every step tread not in God’s true will,
Is one step more to Hell-tormented youth. 


Signed with soft silence, 


November 18, 2012

Wallflower & Universal Plaster -- (A Poem)

A poem I wrote yesterday, because it was raining :) 



Wallflower & Universal Plaster

It rains.
The sky sheds tears,
Each one drips, twirling tumbling downwards,
Crashing upon the rotting, diseased earth.
Heaven’s glory, bestowed upon that which dies.

Fold over your cloak,
In shame, refuse the stars the chance to see
Eternal beauty separated from the finite
By a veil of gossamer clouds:
Quaking and shifting, perusing the surface
Like a penny dropped into a fountain,
Sending ripples through its medium.

As a gargoyle perches upon a cathedral
So the earth perches upon the continuum of time and space,
Restless to venture within,
Yet held back by the sun.
A wallflower in the universal dance.


Signed with a golden leaf, 


November 3, 2012

To Heaven; To The Lost; Heard -- (3 Short Poems)

Sometimes a writer cannot express what they desire...simplicity is best.

[[Music: You Are Loved (Don't Give Up) by Josh Groban]]



To Heaven

Is a poem,
Of the whirlwind
Within –
Which I cannot
Stolen words,
Falling till they smash
To the bottom -
Of my heart.
And stirred up
Like a breeze,
They crystallize together
My soul flies away
With the birds

To Heaven.


To The Lost

This is for those,
Who lost their words
And cannot find them.
Search your soul,
Take hold of the light
And set it free.



Silence in pieces
Moderate pieces,
Oh don't you realize,
Uncover your eyes
And See.
I hear you,
You are precious
And loved.


Signed with wind,

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