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Sonnet XXIINight and day I have yearned for day and night;
Now two apostles greet my early eye,
Awakens dawn with charms of evening's sprite
And eve will dawn with dawn's serrated spy;
The wily weed will ornament the leaf,
The prideful leaf will grace each petal bare
And though a jennelise plays envy's thief,
A weed devised measure for beauty's share.
Where dwells a prize in priceless thoughts and mull?  
What joys allow repose once left behind?        
Is that gray partridge spiritless and dull
Flat meat before it meets the meaty mind?
All happiness of man can only sway
In tides of tomorrow and yesterday.
A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye

Everyone knows
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show

My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?

My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I lied
Welcome The LightI am cold and alone,
No relief in sight,
The ground is solid and grey,
I can't move try as I might.

The frozen cold seeps in
Taking its' hold,
Permeating frost through my veins,
My heart grows cold.

I feel this is the end,
I am resigned to my fate,
I close my eyes tight,
Hoping to sleep before it is too late.

But as I start to drift off,
I feel something strange,
The warmth and the glow,
Of something far away.

It begs of me to awaken,
To breath in once more,
To uproot my feet,
Like I have done before.

To take a deep breath
And breath in the sweetness
To look in wonder,
A relief from the dark vagueness.

So I open my eyes,
And welcome the
Conundrum
Sometimes, when my life is all black and blue
And my actions are food for thought
I whisper a plea, and forget about Me
By becoming a person I'm not

When you're not who you are, the world is flat
And the sky is dumped into the sea
Where everything's mine, but the rhythm of Time
'Til I'm forced to once more become Me

The sun hurts my eyes, and the trees are too tall
The words they speak feel like a slap
The pain is much stronger; it lasts so much longer
And I'm caught like a fly in a trap

Sometimes, when I whisper to rescue myself
I glance at the room down the hall
My worries are there, but I try not to care
Like the friend you
PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeat
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.
Writers Block.A blank canvas
A blank page
A burning desire
Followed by rage
A block from thought
A writers remorse
I should have taken
A writers coarse
A hint of pain
Nothings' remain
A taste of sorrow
A better tomorrow
Everything's ok
A spark
A flame
A thought
A fire
A burning desire
A smooth motion
A skin lotion
A sarcastic notion
A vast ocean
And everything's going to be alright
Because I've found my muse
And I'll hold it tight.
I promise muse
I'll never let go
For I've missed you
More than you may ever know
ForgottenSilent

Beneath the tree

The old man waits alone.

Lost of purpose, soon forgotten

He is a storybook--the legacy

Shushed by weary disinterest,

He sits long-defeated.

The legend is

Silent.
You Can't Keep Us DownYou stole my smile away from me
Just like you have done with so many others
You drowned my hope in your sea
Filled with the tears of the others you've smothered

My will was gone when you came
My sanity stolen by a few spoken words
You thought that it would give you fame
And that logic is still absurd

You almost took away my life
But others came and gave it back
They took away the knife
And they helped me seal the cracks

You might think that I was weird
But some people like me because of that
I got your name cleared
And, yet, you still act like a little brat

Don't come to me and try to be my friend
I can never forgive you for my insanity
B
Once more into the fray...Once more into the fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...
A LIVING DREAMWhat is life? And pray tell what is death?
What is the mystery confounded and subtle?
Is it like the wind blowing on a withered arm?
Or a veritable prison for the promethean heart?

Empty hopes shackled by faithless nooses
A mercurial mind conditioned by miasmic hues
This veil cannot be of beauty born
Fading with the faintest of winds

Of Knowledge they loudly speak
The rains of time quickly drown it
Where then is there any comfort
Living in the recesses of a shadow

If life is but a razors edge
Then death is but a withered arm
The vision of a darkened dream
Asleep to reality, awake to delusion
My subjective glass of wine.I recall a man I saw today
He told me how he loved to play
His six string every single day
And this wine tastes bitter.

I read about another man
Who today finished his ten year plan
He regaled the day it all began
My god this wine is bitter.

Many memories insist
Of list after unfinished list
I can't forget that they exist
Why is this wine so bitter?

Heavy upon me these thoughts weigh
So I grab my guitar and drift away
And lose myself as I just play
I admit this wine's not that bitter.
A Little Life ReminderA Little Life Reminder

Sometimes we need reminders
Of all that we have done
The life we lived, the dreams we had
The friends that we have won

Sometimes we need to sit and think
Of everything we’ve seen
Of all the people we have loved
And everything we’ve been

Because through all the busyness
The work, the joy, the pain
The struggles, hope, and sorrow
And the things we strive to gain

Sometimes it’s easy to forget
Just what we’re living for
And we often start to wonder
If it’s worth it anymore

So take a bit of quietude
To ponder what I say:
It’s your choices that have brought you
To where you are today
Don't Hold Your BreathI’m still here,
I fight day after day.
Yes I’m still here,
Wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sure I could give in,
Oh, I could just die.
But why would I give you that pleasure
When I can still reach the skyline

Bring me that sun,
Bring me the stars as well.
I’m never going to rest,
Until this worlds all gone to hel.

And even then.
Don’t hold your breath.
Healthy Living PoemHealthy Living
It can be scary
Those who don't are hurt
Those who do are merry

It may seem
Like a bitter chore
But you don't gotta worry
I'll take you to shore

A healthy lifestyle
Doesn't have to be hard
Just practice, practice, practice
And go for the set bars

Ditch coffee and soda
For water and milk
Did you know water with lemon
Gives you more energy than that filth?

It kills possible
Cancer too!
So squeeze some lemon in that water
I'm talkin' to you!

Orange Juice? Ew!
Don't waste your time
Have an apple or an orange!
This is no bribe

Eat yummy fruits and veggies
They'll fill you up
Pour some juice from that fruit
Into your dinner cup
The Boat.I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I’ll be
I can’t navigate this ocean,
I can’t control the sea.
My back is tired, my hands are sore,
and all around me, the waves, they roar
Where is my island, where is the shore?
Oh lord, deliver me.

I don’t know why I’m here now,
There’s no worst place to be.
I’m consumed by flames now,
through the smoke I can’t see.
It’ll burn my bones, burn my flesh,
destroy me, hand me over to death.
Where is the water I needed?
Oh lord, deliver me.

I don’t know how I got here,
My soul is going to freeze.
There’s nothing bu
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Sonnet IIOp. 20, No. 2
The Thaw

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold:
That is the wish to which I hold most dear,
To keep thee in mine arms, forever hold
That pallid hand, protect thee from all fear.
Thy cheeks shall flush from mingled cold and heat,
The glacial wind shall not assail thy face
So long as both our hearts together beat;
Though warmth may beckon us, we stay in place.
But there must come the time when winter halts,
And ceasing freezes, ushers in the sun.
O! May that sun redeem, not see our faults
And thaw us 'til all love and life is done.
What loss to live through ice that winter dealt
To find our savior hot eno
The 18 PoemGet a tattoo and some smokes,
Join the army, kill some blokes,
Sue the strippers that I hire,
Work any job of my desire,
Marry, divorce, adopt a kid,
Legally place an eBay bid,
Vote for some old pandering schmuck,
Win some sweepstakes, get big bucks,
Bartend, skydive, just my luck,
I could drive an ice-cream truck,
Chuck-E-Cheese all on my own,
Stay in motels all alone.

These are just the crazy dreams
Of somebody just turned eighteen;
Myriad are the possibilities,
With great power comes great responsibilities.

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Sonnet XLI

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Op. 22, no. 8
To the Parkside Men

Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Caring thou art, so I pray all the more
For all of you to truly know the Son
Who changes lives and opens unseen doors.
As you have shown great hospitality
And shown me and my brothers great concern,
So too I wish an opportunity
To understand you and about you learn.
Though in these studies I am called to teach,
How much more am I a learner too?
You teach me how to practice what I preach,
To let my many words be felt with few.
My weariness and sacrifice has grown,
But greater love than this I've never known.

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Sonnet XLIby *Parsat

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Based on Shakespeare's 41st sonnet, "Those petty wrongs that liberty commits." To the men in my Bible study/small group: Andrew, Jonathan, Alan, Connor, Curtis, and Jeremy. I wondered if I was the leader or the learner still...and then I realized that the two were one and the same.
©2012-2013 *Parsat
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*LaBruyere Nov 11, 2012  Student Writer
Perfect.
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*rlkirkland Nov 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, one in the same. :sub:
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Mood: Delighted ~Kiwi-Shi Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Quite beautiful~ I love the way you used the words and as a (hopefully) soon to be teacher I believe this is something everyone should realize and accept. That to teach is to learn, there is no difference.
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*Parsat Nov 6, 2012  Student Writer
Glad to hear! What are you going to teach?
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~Kiwi-Shi Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm aiming to teach English in a high school. I just simply don't have the energy to teach younger kids.
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*Parsat Nov 6, 2012  Student Writer
Yeah, younger kids are pretty hard to deal with. I taught SAT prep classes over the summer to high schoolers, and the juniors and seniors were invariably easier to work with.
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~Kiwi-Shi Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That's pretty cool~ And I imagine so, although when I think of my younger senior friends I can't help but remember what I was like back then.

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