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Truth is a Snare - And So is Poetry
My artistic contribution to this lovely community will be in the line of poetry and music, though I don't know how I'll be putting sheet music up here as of yet, but I'll figure something out. In the meantime, be sure to check out my poetry. If you're into theology or philosophy in general, or just like thinking deep thoughts, you can check out my more-or-less "serious" blog ( Truth Is a Snare ). This one here will be dedicated to art.
Other than that, I encourage you to browse around, but more so, if you are an artist of any type, I encourage you to join up with us! We're a small little community right now but we're passionate about what we do.
I leave you with some words on poetry itself,
"The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and its aim. it is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when they poet passes."
~W. Somerset Maugham.
Zachary's Blog
My Entry for the June Challenge
"What is your life like lately?"
My response:
"My Life"
Of late, my life has been a wee bit strange: I marvel at the varied roles I lead. And though I try my best to make it work, no matter how I strive I can't succeed.
I try to steer my life one way,
And yet it always falls from me.
I stop and whisper, "I'm okay"
But know I lie to destiny
"What is my life" the question mocks.
I hesitate to hear;
It trickles past to solemn clocks
And ticks within my ear.
I wish I could say
It'… Continue
Posted on July 2, 2008 at 12:22am —
A Sonnet and a Beginning
The moment is a lively time,
A moment blessed of all with bliss.
The present sings an earthly rhyme
When one is touched by heaven's kiss.
But then the silent seeds are sown,
As mortal passion turns astray.
A flower whithers 'ere it's grown
And all things present pass away.
For how the world is full of loss!
The darkness sings its grim refrain.
But life and death may form a cross
And so… Continue
Posted on June 5, 2008 at 7:00pm —
"Slain by the Muse," Thirty Lines in Heroic Couplets
When cuts it deeper than the flesh could feel.
But round about the spectre slowly flies.
Ten thousand times to scream at mortal eyes.
The piercing cry the mind, now reeling, rent,
As high and swift the rage-song frightf'ly spent
Upon the gaze of one who, lonely, stands:
His feet unfirm on godless, rockless sands,
And tumbles down when low the tempest sings
And smites the mortal man with Heaven's wings.
None safe from out the full and drowning fear
As… Continue
Posted on June 5, 2008 at 7:00pm —
"The Rift in DreamScape" - Minute Poetry
Of restless dreams
In eerie bind
To stay entwined.
I wonder what may lie beyond
A mem'ry fond
Or terror stark
In endless dark.
I want to hear the words she said
But fall instead
To walk the deep
In endless sleep.
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Originally composed 19.May.2008.
Posted on June 5, 2008 at 7:00pm —
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