games

When we all join in, as stagnant as it seems, what's the signal?
Riding the merry-go-round, "Oh, horsey, won't you gallop to my white knight, Lady Peace?"
And are the pieces to our puzzle hidden in Pandora's box?
When we battle must we always strike another match?
Or, so it seems, as I said, as stagnant as this seems,
We're under London Bridge...
We're in the Ring around the Rosie...

circumstance

Perhaps it's senseless in a sense that we're stranded when we're not, and bound when homeward bound.  How circumstance becomes a razor sharp blade even at its best is questionable because when that blade turns to ice and cracks and shatters, how solid is it really?  Are we really always tied and bound to circumstance, the queen of bondage? Or, is it more so that we falter and cry like the black raven by the riverside?

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June 1st, 2009

Maybe when the flowers have beguiled their raging thorns,
Maybe when misery becomes forlorn,
Painted legends, mysteries of age bound with flames
Won't disrupt the rainbow's sun in the rain.
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There is more to this and I'm still working on it, but this part is my favourite...

An introduction...

Welcome. I have had multiple classmates and professors recommend I start something along these lines. 

Here I will post my writing in the works, pieces from the past, and whatever else I decide.  My writing is lyrical poetry and prose.  Keep in mind that I write what comes, and it is more general than personal.  I usually am inspired in the shower, or when walking through a forest or near a cemetery...

My writing is unconventional and strong. It is at times obscure I am sure, but always interesting I hope.  It is protected under copyright law.

I am interested in thoughts, feelings, constructive criticism, and publishing opportunities.