Back, and poetry.
Dec. 1st, 2002 01:09 pmToday's planetary alignment is likely to significantly affect you, Wolven. It is working to bring out the little child in you, heighten your natural sensitivity to a very uncomfortable level, and make you want to run and hide. Resist this celestial influence as best you can. As much as you like security, and in fact go to great lengths to seek it out, it is only by shedding your shell that you can begin to grow.
Mrr... So intermittent. (Oingo Boingo - [Only Makes Me Laugh]).... Need to get a new A drive... i'm pretty sure the universe wants me not to have a computer. I'll kill it. The dreams were fucked, and i was several places at once. Very much a Saviour/Destroyer complex, last night, though, as i was Angel, and Angelus. Protector and Despoiler.... That's me. Here's a poem i wrote, last night, while looking at the stars....
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Oh, the stars so bright
did shine for love,
and the closeness that was We,
but, with all my might,
I strove for my Love,
and she was no Annabelle Lee.
Her structured dress,
her furrowed brow
engendered her being to me,
but i can't press,
in the Here, in the Now,
her being, nor Make her Be.
In razor'd claw,
and talon'd wit,
I knew there was more to see,
and through Hell's maw,
by where I sit,
I will bring her presence to me.
I saw here there,
through mists of Dream,
waiting to encounter me.
To make a pair--
Forgotten Dream--
She would toss me into the sea.
An embrace,
a cliff face,
and my love was a teacher to me.
And what has she taught?
So I've a vulnerable side--
you do, and so does she.
The havoc we've wrought
through time and through tide,
hath sent her, hence, from me.
In this place,
of Human race:
Rapt'rous predation, and facets of We.
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved
And i'm out.
Mrr... So intermittent. (Oingo Boingo - [Only Makes Me Laugh]).... Need to get a new A drive... i'm pretty sure the universe wants me not to have a computer. I'll kill it. The dreams were fucked, and i was several places at once. Very much a Saviour/Destroyer complex, last night, though, as i was Angel, and Angelus. Protector and Despoiler.... That's me. Here's a poem i wrote, last night, while looking at the stars....
Untitled
Oh, the stars so bright
did shine for love,
and the closeness that was We,
but, with all my might,
I strove for my Love,
and she was no Annabelle Lee.
Her structured dress,
her furrowed brow
engendered her being to me,
but i can't press,
in the Here, in the Now,
her being, nor Make her Be.
In razor'd claw,
and talon'd wit,
I knew there was more to see,
and through Hell's maw,
by where I sit,
I will bring her presence to me.
I saw here there,
through mists of Dream,
waiting to encounter me.
To make a pair--
Forgotten Dream--
She would toss me into the sea.
An embrace,
a cliff face,
and my love was a teacher to me.
And what has she taught?
So I've a vulnerable side--
you do, and so does she.
The havoc we've wrought
through time and through tide,
hath sent her, hence, from me.
In this place,
of Human race:
Rapt'rous predation, and facets of We.
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved
And i'm out.