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Am I a rose in the wind, or dust in the air?Who am I that I should be judged by that which knows nothing of who I am? But whoam I really? I am but a boy, left alone withmy thoughts. My thoughts ever f... Posted by on Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:39:00 GMT |
yet another poem |
Shattered
Everthing was good,
everything was right.
I was so happy
that I could take flight.
My world was secure,
and protecting me.
But one day that ceased to be.
My world came shattering... Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:40:00 GMT |
another new poem |
The Walk
I was walking down a path
of a long and abandoned road,
and with no light around me
the darkness covered all.
But then, for a second
a light shown true,
and it lit up my ... Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:33:00 GMT |
a new poem |
Rock of Life
A perfect world, yet I am so blind.
Am I a rose in the wind, or dust in the air.
The waves of life have weathered me,
making me as hard as a rock,
so that I may be able t... Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:25:00 GMT |
Sonnet 43 |
Sonnet 43
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Beingand ideal Grace.
I love the... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 19:08:00 GMT |
poem |
When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be
When I have fears that I maycease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charactry.
Hold like rich garners... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 18:57:00 GMT |
another quote |
Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful. - John Wooden Posted by on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 18:34:00 GMT |
One of my new sayings |
Anyone can give up. It's as easy as death. But both death and defeat will find us all soon enough. Fight while you can with all your strength, and choose life over death as long... Posted by on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 09:47:00 GMT |
A cool quote |
We open our eyes in hope that we aren't blind,
We open our mind in hope that we aren't foolish,
We open our lips in hope that we aren't silenced,
We open our hearts in hope that thaty the world will a... Posted by on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 17:59:00 GMT |
Going to the Wars |
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
To wasr and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stron... Posted by on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 13:36:00 GMT |