Howdy folks, I’ll be back Saturday evening with a new poem that I’m working on. Have a grand weekend. 
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Monthly Archives: August 2007
Beauty
The feeling that I still have for her grows,
Perhaps because we are kept apart.
This quandary is not new,
One that afflicts pain on my heart.
People amongst me jape it’s love true.
Rarely does such a ravisher pass.
Even rarer is the feeling returned.
A friendship that I desire will e’er last,
A feeling hoped that will never be adjourned.
The woman of my endless dreams,
Shall stay just out of my reach, or so it seems…
-Jefferson Davis-
Lazuline Seas
This poem was originally posted in February, but I felt it deserved another look. It is becoming increasingly harder for me to write a poem and walk away from it. I’m constantly going back to older poems and refining them. I’ll hopefully hone my skills enough to have them published. (One day) I can only hope.
What say you?
The blue of sea these turquoise jewels shine,
And they effulgence to more for they aren’t mine.
And when observed from afar,
They glisten like the northern star.
Among the grot, these gems are found,
Mingled with the dust and earth.
But illuminate the dingiest search,
For man’s faith and rebirth.
So chaste and bright like the smallest elf,
And so abyssal that you could lose yourself,
In enigmas of the parallel,
Or in the antechambers of blackest hell.
Without them life would surely die,
And with them to forever cry,
The words of auld prophesies:
Fortune!, Glory!, and the bluest turquoise seas.
-Jefferson Davis-
Zen Nonsense
I measure love above illumination.
Is it best to centre your chi,
And hone your mind,
Than to discover the symmetry your souls pleads for?
Surely the two are symmetrical,
After all,
The heart and mind dwell in the same vessel.
The stream cannot run without gravitational force,
As the mind cannot function without the hearts course.
Moonbeams and Lyrical Dreams
I spent the majority of Sunday studying, but I did manage to capture the moon at its brightest and a few other objects of interest. Studying art has broadened my perception of everything. I’ve always been able to envision shapes and figures in everyday objects. Even old barbed wire, angular pipes, and piano keys have a story to tell.
