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Journey
At 12:53 a.m. on 2001-11-24


A more uplifting poem of mine, one of three poems I wrote in English, Senior year of High School, when a friend asked if I could write a poem right then. Being philosophical.

Through the waves of life

From which is impressed

The inevitable source,

Though I digress,

Time lends patience

To it's stressed

Fortune's basis

Is soon our test

Though often it seems

To have no reason

Fate guides purpose

In its season

Through paths unending

It gives sway

Our lives mending

Each in their day.

Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12

Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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