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Walking along a pathWalking Along A PathWalking along a path
Walking along a path Into the woods, unknown. I don’t know what I will encounter, But I know that I must go. The sun beats down between the foliage, Basking the undergrowth with light. The lit floor shows many things Though none are what I am searching for. I reach a slope, the base of a mountain Climbing, climbing, climbing The mountain is higher than any I’ve ever seen But nothing can rival the joy of success As I reach its precipice. All of the work, all of the wandering It all leads up to this moment I see a cloaked
by ~firume
Arent Violins UniqueAren’t Violins Unique?Arent Violins Unique
Violins create such unique sound Music in all forms Lively fiddle, solemn classical Somber fiddle, vivacious classical Both ends, extreme opposites Yet can have the same tone. Nature Soul… All meant to be played No matter what the feel But not to be played on its own It’s true beauty only comes
When it is played by others. So a question arises. Is the violin the one with the soul? Or is it only a brief image Created by the forceful, yet skillful Pulling of strings, An object being played, Used,
by ~firume
Time is a Slave to LifeTime is a slave to life Without life, time would cease to exist A continuous repeating cycle Like summer to winter and back again Without an end, there is no comfort Nothing to lose Nothing to gain Time is a slave to lifeTime is a Slave to Life
Life is a slave to time Without time, life would become extinct A single bit of light in the ray At the end, the price is paid Existence is at its end Always forward Never back Life is a slave to time
Love to live Live to love Life is short And so is time Never forget those you love We s
by ~firume
My Thoughts of PoetryWhat is it about poetry that sucks? Writing it is, for me, All of those crazy literary devices, And all the imagery I can’t see.My Thoughts of Poetry
What else is in poetry? It has the unique creative feel. A sense of individuality. And it says to the writer’s soul, reveal!
And with this view into the poem, Ergo, the soul, allows understanding, The comprehension of one’s self in this form.
With a small amount of good will, It can lead into the deepest relationships.
Writing this drivel can be tedious, But if work is put forward The results are pre
by ~firume
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- Current Residence: on the border of nowhere and somewhere in the northern reaches of NY state
- Interests: music, technology, taking things apart, fire, blowing things up, wreaking digital mayhem and chaos
- Favourite movie: hmm... grosse point blank or dogma... i think...
- Favourite band or musician: tons... nickel creek, offspring, greenday, godsmack, reel big fish, less than jake... its all good
- Favourite genre of music: rock,ska,classical, punk, metal, bluegrass, old country (charlie daniels!!!)... just about anything
- Favourite artist: pf-sama. go check her out
- Favourite poet or writer: ee cummings
- Operating System: XP cuz it licks you
- MP3 player of choice: broken Ipod
- Shell of choice: the kind that gets hard and chocolatey on ice cream
- Wallpaper of choice: usually black... its all red and demonic and hellish right now
- Favourite game: games fail to hold my attention these days
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Personal Quote: "bedroom's that way" *gestures to said bedroom's door*
- Tools of the Trade: keyboard!!! go stroke it! oh, and violin, mandolin
- Email: fiddler_6002@hotmail.com
- MSN: fiddler_6002@hotmail.com
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