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Archive for February, 2008

Restless Hours

Monday, February 25th, 2008

When I fell asleep, I swear my eyes opened for the first time in my life.
I could feel what the day entailed, every breath seemed like a moment of delight.
When my slumber embraced me, I felt warm and comforted like I never had.
In a dream of things that I always wanted, yet never afforded in […]

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The Mercenary’s Dream

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

I always have this hymn in my head, for reasons I don’t know why. I wrote it years ago and find myself singing it. Only a few hundred variations or so. I wonder about the statements often and the wording, perhaps thinking whether or not the light is me or someone else, the love of […]

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When I said farewell, I meant it

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

When I said farewell, there was a tone in my voice that conveyed more than my words ever could. The rose I held in my hand didn’t have enough value to it, as beautiful and perfect as each petal had pain-mistakingly been, it still didn’t have the vibrancy you brought to my life.
My words […]

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The Valentine Admirer

Monday, February 11th, 2008

If for a moment, could I whisper between my lips about how I see you, the way the wind blows through your hair, the brilliance in your eyes that light up my soul, or the scent of heaven as I linger behind you for only a second. If I was only a passing memory in […]

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The Valentine Heart

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

I won a bottle of wine for having a wee bit of knowledge about the origin and meaning surrounding the word Valentine. I guess being able to answer a few multiple choice questions about an interesting day is worth a bottle of wine for a poet.
Here is a recap of some writing I did […]

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Dreams what make me.

Sunday, February 3rd, 2008

I don’t remember the sky,
the clouds above,
or the earth below.
Memories of rain drops
and fallen dreams,
these are the things
I still don’t see.
Where am I,
what creates me?
is this story, this tale,
something I can be,
before I falter,
losing my serenity?
I pray on my knees.
Fallen, falling,
from the stars
and my home.
Finding my world,
to be harder with hope,
than reality ever […]

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