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Toastage: 14 July 1943
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. Wednesday, May 2, 2012. Last night I dreamed I walked along the sand. Beneath a rocky mountain peak that towered. So high above as if it would command. All life, and yet beneath the sky, it cowered. I spied a path and stumbled up a hill. That quickly merged, in one quite seamless leap. Into the mountain’s jaggered frame, until. I faltered, as the way became too steep.
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Toastage: For the wind was contrary
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. For the wind was contrary. Saturday, July 16, 2011. For the wind was contrary. The wind had tossed, the night was rough. But now the seas had calmed. The moonlight bathed the sea in glass. A shining orb, embalmed. Across the glowing surface they,. Amidst reflected light,. Would cast their weary sailing eyes. To contemplate the night. And as their contemplating grew. A shadow in the distance rose.
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Toastage: September 2008
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. The Poet and the Madman. Tuesday, September 2, 2008. The Poet and the Madman. I wrote this in about 7 minutes. Something I read inspired me and I wanted to get the idea down before I forgot. This will for sure be rewritten sometime, but for now, hope you get and like the idea. Incensed he stormed into the den. And grabbed some paper and a pen. The words like fire razed from his heart.
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Toastage: June 2011
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. She swept across the silent night. So swift and smooth, she slid. Upon the eerie breeze she crept. And in the shadows hid…. She brought the darkness and the cold. That speak for her malaise. The one engulfs the weary soul. As dark as night, as black as hell. The other cuts through skin and bone. As if the blood were ice. She slivers through with burning cold.
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Toastage: July 2011
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. For the wind was contrary. Saturday, July 16, 2011. For the wind was contrary. The wind had tossed, the night was rough. But now the seas had calmed. The moonlight bathed the sea in glass. A shining orb, embalmed. Across the glowing surface they,. Amidst reflected light,. Would cast their weary sailing eyes. To contemplate the night. And as their contemplating grew. A shadow in the distance rose.
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Toastage: December 2009
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. The Lamentations of Mark: Ode to MLE. Saturday, December 12, 2009. The Lamentations of Mark: Ode to MLE. It's sad to say. Alone, at home. If you could see. Has set me free. Then you would say. It's not so grey. To sit and play. Is free to roam. And steal my tome. And yet to be. Stuck in this play. My brain's not free. It turns to foam. Like on the sea. I'm not at home. So I'm not free.
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Toastage: January 2009
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. This is what I'm kinda working on right now - thought I'd post it as a teaser. A delicate ting in the empty room. I run my finger slowly down the key. Idly, lightly my left hand brushes. The black, the white. Quivering light from the candelabra. Flickers in the half filled flute glass. A cork lies near the edge of a water ring. In the dark wood finish, the stain retreats.
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Toastage: February 2010
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. To Sleep, Perchance to Dream. Sonnet 9: Not 116. Still Joseph Dreamed His Dreams. My Verray Sonnet Eight. Saturday, February 27, 2010. To Sleep, Perchance to Dream. Alone, one afternoon I read. The tales that Ovid used to thread. Of girls and boys and birds and bees. And all their metamorphoses. But when I found his words too deep. I drifted gently off to sleep -. A dream is all that it may seem,.
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Toastage: November 2009
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. Once upon a time. I wrote a little rhyme. To make my rhyme. Is all it takes. Not much at stake. Ticks on and on. A time, a rhyme. Is left to break. A world at stake. To pass the time. Would be just fine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Toastage: May 2008
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Incluso a veces nos lanzamos a escribir algunos versos. Provo, UT, United States. View my complete profile. Soneto 5: De Mar a Mar. Sonnet 4: The Bitter Cup. Sonnet 3: One Day, One Room. Sonnet 2: To Audrey, the Bathshebas, etc. Sonnet 1: Ode to an Hotdog. Monday, May 26, 2008. I saw this atheism group and couldn't help but write down some of my thoughts. These are not completed thoroughly explored ideas, just what came to mind and perhaps could use some more thorough exploration and explication:. Is thi...
