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[Oct. 21st, 2009|11:10 pm] |
In this falling of seasons I begin to recount the ways in which I have felt
upon all other falls.
gaze upon our smoky stacks of paper. Somewhere north they are burning volatile gas.
What a nice flame.
my naked head is drifting through ages.
I wonder what windows have done to myself.
bleeding cold air to fro in the air intaken within nostrils. in out, wooden flame, burning of all those fall victims.
hard to say what occurs when two human chargers converge. Perhaps I unleash my gust unto the waves.
take me catch the wind. Take me may catch the wind. breath in, exhale. feel our forced timeless breath.
till the wind moves on and drifts toward the fading sun |
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| Jihad on Jihad |
[Oct. 9th, 2009|01:46 am] |
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| | eternal father strong to Save | ] |
I hope I never have to take part in a Navy Funeral.
Many people I love are in the Navy now.
South America should become the new Europe.
North Korea should collapse.
Arabs should accept Jews
Jews should accept Arabs
sure suicide bombing sounds nice with false religious backup
one must wonder.
Are christians better because we don't murder innocent people by the hundreds anymore?
Is America's greatest strength its worsts weakness?
as far as I am concerned Islam can suck the same dick as other world religions and just get the fuck over itself. |
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| Escribiendo |
[Aug. 1st, 2009|09:58 pm] |
A little less than a year it has been since I last wandered these halls.
My My, how much can change in one year's time.
The last time we spoke was not so much a conversation, as a declaration.
Yet here I am with both hands around me ticking tock and fro.
Wait!
teach the heathens, Mouth the words, Bleed against the railway depot.
And from the Russian darkness came a spark which ignited the dead.
The Americas shifted decades, scores, whole centuries until I heard a woman
Singing songs surviving by tongue only.
Twas the Spanish infiltration.
?porque te entiendo? No puedo explicarlo. It simply is. just as I am
It has become. at the same time I was becoming. becoming. becoming. becoming. |
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| Writer's Block: Crystal Ball |
[Aug. 1st, 2009|09:34 pm] |
"It is now being confirmed that Russia has sent naval fleets and missile aircraft over the Bering Strait into Alaska. American forces there are contending with the threat of hostile annex. It is not known whether the Russians will attempt to push further into Canada or assault the North-Western Coast of the U.S". |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2008|09:51 pm] |
There is a strange force in my life.
It composes both a push to experience what is immediately around me,
and also a pull to smell the air of lands quite far away.
I've always wanted to travel, but what I sense now is more than mere travel.
There is a land, so far from us and yet so close.
An ancient land where once, princes ruled over the people of their vast kingdoms.
A language that is everything I could dream of finding in a foreign tongue.
Greek mixed with a boiling pot of other languages- essentially, an Eastern English.
This place has had a violent history with turbulent upheaval of power. Oppression, Cruelty, Backwards culture - And yet intermingled with Kindness, Hospitality, Sharing, Humor, and Iron-will of the mind.
I studied language. I still do.
But I studied Latin and loved it's sheer power. Yet it's time outweighs its fluency.
Greek - it's immortal meanings and simplicity; it's localized and obsolete outside the Balkans.
French - It is truly honey to the ear & pretty easy to learn, but too pretty a language to use effectively if not native.
German - Oh the fathers of English had an angry tongue, didn't they? Once again, love it for its sheer power and emotion. I don't like using it as much as other tongues.
Then we get to my breakthrough language. The one that encompasses the Beauty & poetic nature of French, the sense of sheer power & might of Latin, the grammatical simplicity of Greek, and the Extreme anger and emotion that German can bring out.
Русский
or Ruskee
also known as Russian.
I have this insatiable fire inside me for Russia.
The language itself tells a story. The culture is very far from what we Americans are used to.
Yet, from what I've read and spoken to people about, I identify more with Russian culture than with a lot of American ideals.
Not at all dissing on America; it's possibly one of the most liberating places to live.
But, there is something missing for me. I can't really place my finger on it, but I know it's there...or not there as the case may be.
So, teaching myself Russian for about 5-6 months now.
I plan on going through a short Teaching English as a Foreign Language certification class.
Then signing on with one of the many many academies in Western Russia that are desperate for people like me....
Native English speakers who want to live in Russia for a while.
They pay for everything, save personal things like souvenirs and whatnot. And it's good money for teaching my native language, and essentially integrating into Russian culture.
I tell some people that, and they say " ohhh, why RuSSia?? its cold and desolate...."
Well, yes, it is cold and I like that. and No, it's not desolate. In fact, quite the opposite.
Truth be told, I guess I have a bit of Otto von Bismarck in me.
"Keep allies with Russia, at all costs."
Russia is not a measly power collapsing inward anymore. They are assertive and (have always been) an expansionist nation. Our relations with them must be kept strong and civil and hopefully amicable. Truth be told, I would love to be an American diplomat in Russia. I would love to strive for that friendship between our two nations.
Either way, I'm going to Russia soon. It's a good thing Russian is my best foreign language.
It's a good thing that I actually have an achievable goal for my near future.
It should prove to be quite the journey...
-Габриел |
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| Dining with the Yusipovs |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|01:23 pm] |
Upon the meeting of my eyelids,
Into my mind melts Vienna
Petersburg brings me back home
Waltzes of old in Palace and Court
With Crowns taking the floor.
Envision myself in a Hussar's suit
Fragments, Some Wander, ask "Voulez-Vous?",
Instead I drink with le Duc d'Anjou
Torches announce the row of carriages
Assembling beyond gardens along the Heldenplatz
And becomes apparent, Those times now lie in a dusty grave
And by no mortal means will the Hapsburgs nor the Romanovs again take a throne.
Inexplicably, this deeply saddens me.
I see, but I am deafened
I hear, yet I am blind
I scream while I am muted
I weave while I unwind |
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| Oh..Gabe |
[Mar. 29th, 2008|02:48 am] |
Yes, Jason Collett, I am still worried...
I have funny ways one saying what I mean
Feel of flying, drift off...
This song...so strange to be sung to completely about myself.
The name, it is mine, Gabe
the blood is in me as well.
Like no Son of Abraham,
I can step off the alter
For The Angel too, is watching his seat.
When Armies are to dust
and hatred is to ash
from the Earth shall rise the winged'
from the sky shall fall the wingless |
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| Mortar |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|12:36 am] |
Listening to a Latin boy's choir
playing multiple games of chess
Searching endlessly for contact
Such hunts end without appease
What solemn beauty do I seek
In which I am willing to sacrifice
All around me and my every chance of input
It is for the proof-less pleasures I hunt
For a piano partner to abuse keys with
And for an instant exchange of meaningful speech
amidst tireless banter of worthless charade
I see, but I am deafened
I hear, yet I am blind
I scream while I am muted
I weave while I unwind |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 6th, 2008|02:42 am] |
Churning over, Thrashing bout
words in my ears swim
no new song, you sing
an old verse,
one I wrote myself
I favor glass when my shards are dull
And opt for ice when the weathers cold
I take my roads but where they lead me
Make friends with Anger, Ire, Scold
I'm not that caustic...
In fact, I feel the anti
What a hole I am in...
but I cant say I didn't dig it
"Meanwhile, A throne lay empty, eager for the taking..." |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 24th, 2007|11:31 pm] |
A Rose A Rose,
Dead Tomorrow
Rise again |
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| For....Hope |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|01:08 am] |
A shadow from the light shall bring
her ancient blood will sound
A lightning arc from darkness springs
The father yet is bound
Embracing then, the family heir,
Bloodkins mixed with blood-unknown
The kingdom shall again arise
Three sisters will but tell the tale
Each sharing, but a single eye. |
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| Anathanatos |
[Dec. 7th, 2007|10:35 pm] |
The bones from my closet, slung across the room
I feel the color coming to the walls
in rich, a sunrise captioned by stone titans
ending with the churning sea of blue
who drowns those she loves deep as le blue
Thus so is my life now...
Upheaval.
Reconstruction
Definition
What tact do I obey?
the one I secretly whisper.
In realms of prey, I marvel and blood-lust
In realms of dire, I all but blood-let
bleed into my focus, a wound curing boredom.
And I shall make thee amongst gods. |
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| stolen from Carona de Sh'mel |
[Dec. 4th, 2007|08:34 pm] |
*waiting for online game time to re-spawn*
1. you & your ex: wonderous
2. I am listening to: the voices of Kenya
3. Maybe I should: find another job
4. I love: chanting in ancient tounges
5. I don't understand: the true structure of Greek (yet)
6. I have lost my respect for: so many things
7. I last ate: Crustacean Creole'
8. The meaning of my display name is: multiple meanings belonging to songs on the album
9. God is: in all things. magic is in all things. the world we know and love and hate is all god and magic with a touch of human perspective.
-IS YOUR/ARE YOU-
1. Is your hair wet? not at all
2. Is your cell phone right near you? Ha, no, thank god.
3. Do you miss someone? yes, my brother.
4. Are you wearing chapstick? yes, I have a stigma
5. Are you tired? Non
6. Are you wearing pajamas? no, a fur coat
7. Are you mad? not at all
8. Are you single? the very essence of the word
HAVE YOU
1. Recently done anything you regret? yes...
2. Ever lied? Ha!
4. Have you ever kicked someone? yes, I would rather not explain
5. Ever tripped over your own feet? No, I have never tripped over my own feet, mainly because I float above the ground.
TODAY HAVE YOU:
1. Have you cursed? Yes, but only in French
2. Have you gotten mad at someone? Yes, the gym lady who wouldn't let me in at 2:50 when they open at 3:00
3. Who?..
RANDOM
Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now?
A: strangely enough, no.
Q: Do you have any siblings?
A: yes, Fratris Mei
Q: Do you want children?
A: yes, at least two
Q: Do you smile often?
A: not really smile, more so I smirk and sneer quite often.
Q: Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?
A: probably not, assuming I wore shoes
Q: Do you like your handwriting?
A: I fell in love with it long ago
Q: Are your toenails painted?
A: Nyet
Q: Who's bed other than yours would you rather sleep in?
A: No one's, Mine has always been the most comfortable.
Q: what color shirt are you wearing right now?
A: Light Noir
Q: What were you doing at 7pm yesterday?
A: Kicking the shit out of Jeopardy.
Q: I can't wait til:
A: I find a job worth working.
Q: What would you rather be called?
A: Monsieur G'vriel
Q:Do you like someone?
A: only if they are worth talking to
Q: Are you a friendly person?
A: mostly; sometimes not at all.
Q: Do you have any pets?
A: The family line of my felines goes almost 5 generations. At one time, I had 10 under the same roof; now, I only have my Ciao baby, Klausse(us) Augustus, and their grandfather, Boomer.
Q: Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?
A: yes
Q: What makes you happy?
A: lights, stars, wilderness, alone in wilderness, mountains, maps, LANGUAGE, Latin hymns, songs in other tongues, gypsy music, my violin, reading, travel, old and rare books, history, laughter, good friends, good wine(in combination), malevolent poetic themes, sand, but at one time only love made me happy. Love comes en variety....oh yes, and quill and ink.
Q:Do you give attitudes?
A: Apparently so, yet mine are not so much impudence as momentary loathing.
Q:Can you cook?
A: Every night, I whip up storms.
Q:Can you speak another language?
A: Well, fluently, I speak English. I know a good bit of Latin and Greek(my latin is better than my Greek). I am working on French and Spanish. I partially gave up hope of Russian because in this time and era, I could do so much more than learn Rusci. However, I can fluently read all of the above.
wow. what...ah pfeu, nevermind |
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| Lost at Sea |
[Nov. 29th, 2007|08:09 pm] |
Lying still, no movement whatsoever. Eyes unfocused, nothing viewed is seen.
Where the small table lamp shines, I'm accepting my Eagle award
The television displays not a gray field, but my first kiss
The story of my 19 years retelling itself in flashes of recall
I am not afraid
The people I've loved
The ones who love me for me
The goals and aspirations I have set out on.
I am not afraid
I only quest for more
Where did I go?
With what impetus did I shoot off my own course?
I look back on where I've been,
what I've seen, what I've felt.
Looking for some inkling of a clue as to what truly makes me happy.
Where was I most alive?
Was it sitting on a rock in the forests of summer Tennessee,
Was it floating down a chilled river
Was it all in nature?
Or did I ever once extract true happiness from my everyday surroundings?
Thus is the question ailing me for such a time.
There was a definite drop off point in my satisfaction,
where was it and how did I miss such a crucial omen?
Such a question is not as painful as the realizations it conjures.
Upon what rock may I now sit and feel such completeness?
What waters may now replenish my spirit?
If such a crux of my being is missing, how do I go about grasping it back again?
I now have more faith in God than I did when I went to Christian school and went to church. I guess reality has shown me both horrible and blessed things, thus making me a more religious person.
Life is funny in that way.
All of this does not mean I take no pleasure out my life, nor that I find no joy.
But my passions have taken on more limitations than thought stable.
I love my music, but I can only play at certain times
I love writing, but as of late, I have nothing to write about
I am a fool for classical history and studies. that has only evolved and grown stronger
I love adventuring, however; there are only so many things immediately available
I simply love to love, but even that I have found so trying recently.
Aeolus! Send me winds of change! And may they come on swift wings! |
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| hello? |
[Oct. 16th, 2007|07:50 pm] |
Die now, with the cigarette still between your fingers.
You don't even wake to feel the ember burning your rigid grasp. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2007|10:21 pm] |
I can recall a time, an era if you will, when my strongest feelings were extroverted.
I remember love and how it intoxicated me.
I remember the sensation of falling
and not caring where I landed.
I have cared for so many people
Lovers
Best-Friends
Mothers
Brothers
and the like.
I remember when I loved with blind conviction,
when I would have given everything
yet, those days have met their crescendo, I fear
I looked Love in the eyes, and totally walked right over her. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 16th, 2007|12:17 pm] |
Oh, how the wine is sweet again.
I knew this would happen, I've been awaiting the return of my soul.
The Fall is upon us!
Harvest is here, and that ALWAYS puts me in a splendid mood.
I can feel the air getting crisper, colder, better, stronger.
I love this
Sun-Virgo
Moon-Libra
Mercury-Virgo
Venus- Cancer
Mars-Taurus
Saturn-Leo
Jupiter-Ophiucchus
Pluto-Serpens |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 17th, 2007|01:06 pm] |
I look to the mirror, hoping to glimpse the pieces I lost so long ago
The flaming ardors I clung to
Glowing embers, now gasping for breath.
In what land, which kingdom, did they hide?
The answer appears clearly, but with a foggy vague.
I spent so much time, in my younger years, trying to unearth the ghosts in my soul
and only now have I begun to see them eye-to-eye.
I used to think my dreams were insightful. Indeed, they were at the time.
As it turns out, the visages I met in those journeys were but puppets. Actors masking the true inhabitants.
I never understood how I could be different people in my dreams.
I could be a malevolent destroyer.
A Saint, A Martyr!
-Then, I began to break open the shackles chaining up my true being.
I melted my reality. I thrust my head into hell just to have a peak, to free the ghosts, sought what I seek.
And it will take some time, but when I finish documenting it,
ην σκοτουσ,Φωσ |
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| Ego Sum |
[Jun. 19th, 2007|07:42 pm] |
"Someone thinks you're cute and sends out an unmistakable signal. What do you do? Well, if you're interested, you send something right back -- then sit and wait. A little mystery can only add fuel to the fire".
My horoscope
So true, so real
How did I meet you?
You were a green-horn
I taught you the modus operandi
You didn't need much, for you were well trained
Your body is fit and finely shaven
I jubilate in your boyish nature
what did you first say?
Either way, it was the best phrase I ever saw you utter, except for..
Where did you come from?
Where are you going?
Where can I find you?
and Goodnight.
Tu Scire Volo, Cupio Tu Tangere |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 14th, 2007|11:06 pm] |
Sometimes, I'm so afraid to close my eyes
For the things I see, They're worse than death |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 6th, 2007|04:30 pm] |
I can sit here and rearrange my belongings in my bedroom
I can smoke a pack of camels
I can even watch the daylight surely ebb away
Twice every week, I get to be free from rushing to accomplish things before three o'clock
Those two days are my sacred refuge, my sunsets and mine alone
However, I cant stop that fleeting feeling,
the feeling of time passing before me, as shore-sand under the waves.
On the grand scale, in moments, I will be an old man
and my body will fall apart
and senility will set it
and all I can hope for is that my fire never ceases to burn
I fear not death, but meaninglessness.
"Give up the ghost, kid" |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|09:27 pm] |
Is it any wonder that I feel this way? Can it be helped? Is it strange that I suddenly see my ambitions and goals, without ever seeing them at all? Is it frightening to think that I've developed ways of leaving myself and becoming other people? They call it "method acting". Is it eerie to wonder what it would be like? I bet you have, and I imagine it hurts everyday that you find yourself unable to break from your petty cast mold.
Ive died before, many times. Ive done all sorts of things
Dying though seems to be the most comical.
I've seen them hurt
I've seen them suffer from it
but I've never seen any sort of resolution
The only answer is quite painful
but not as much as the question
What difference do you think it makes?
What joy is derived from it?
Where do we stop hurting others and start, ourselves? |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|01:31 am] |
The guidelines for all of these essays I'm having to write
are completely egocentric
and I thought I'd enjoy writing about myself so much
However, I am not, not at all
In fact, It's begun to make me question whether or not I made it all up.
I'd rather angry poetry towards mankind.
Atleast that can rhyme and offend certain secular groups |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 27th, 2007|11:59 pm] |
I can feel my pulse in my thumb, even through the cigarette resting upon it.
Is that not Astounding??!! |
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| For I am the King and sure long may I reign |
[Mar. 22nd, 2007|12:37 pm] |
I have become what some would refer to as ~ A job lover~
I'm burning all these cd's for us to listen to during the work day; they are amazing
I have been in an inexplicably good mood lately.
However, some things have been disheveled, I remain an optimist as long as I have my arts
So long as I have a ink and parchment, I can remain in this state for a little while.
And On the contrary, having good friends is imperative; Such*1 that in order to preserve key/natural balances, sometimes, foundations and perceptions must be rocked or shaken.
Thus is the natural tendency of all things.
*~Footnote~ While typing above, I realized the utter strangeness of the word, "Such". It must be so hard to explain to a new English speaker what that word actually means, because its entire meaning depends on what surrounds it. It is an adjective, a pronoun, a reflexive everything. Goodlord, that is testament to the complex nature of the English language. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 15th, 2007|11:04 pm] |
I was sitting here thinking about a way to begin a relevant ode
when my thoughts strayed about
landing so effortlessly on the sedition of relevant word meaning upon repetition.
Let me just say,
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| Pulling the past down and dusting off the future |
[Feb. 25th, 2007|03:45 pm] |
For a week or so, I've been feeling several changes taking place inside of my psyche
Puzzle pieces which haven't fit just right are shifting to do so.
My equations are throwing themselves out of balance in order to equalize effectively
For instance:
-It used to be customary for me to avoid confrontation at all costs, to keep deviance inside and allow only agreeable Gabe say hello. Needless to say, that philosophy ate away at me every time I confined myself. Even more needless to divulge, I've thrown that tattered flag away.
-When most people would strive openly for their own happiness, I was able to abstain and get my fills later when it wouldn't stand in the way of others. I'm not picking up other tabs any longer.
-I've lost respect for pettiness and frivolity.
-I will not acknowledge the opinions of those who silence other's. Everyone has a tongue and therefore shall be given their fair share of speech.
-I have my motives; I always have. Regardless of what they are, I know them and that is all that matters in that realm.
-I've been "indecisive" since I can remember. I'm never indecisive, I simply like to hear the thoughts of others before I come out and sway them with mine.
-I'm giving myself the appropriate room and space to pursue my own personal objectives and goals
end of list
~Similarly natured ideas will stay in my head until further notice~
Lastly, if you're reading this and thinking quietly to yourself "What in the hell does that mean?" or already contesting these ideas, I can assure you that you are wrong. There is no argument; there is no battle. For, in this realm of subjectivity, I have already won every side of the debate.
You can't halt the wind, nor can you alter it's volition. |
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| Men become boys again |
[Feb. 19th, 2007|09:36 pm] |
Today has been pretty enjoyable, a typical monday for me
Didn't have to work today, thank the Gods
I spent a nice portion of the day photoshopping the most amazing photographs and superimposing them....gahhh
I came home tonight and started slicing onions for my new soup recipe, Parisian onion egg drop soup
It smells....So..good
Does anyone want to hang out this weekend? I'm up for suggestions of any kind
I'll see you on the other side of limbo,
ciao,
-G |
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| Virgil: Aeneid-Liber VII |
[Feb. 18th, 2007|06:02 pm] |
But jealous Juno, from Pachynus' height,
As she from Argos took her airy flight,
Beheld with envious eyes this hateful sight.
She saw the Trojan and his joyful train
Descend upon the shore, desert the main,
Design a town, and, with unhop'd success,
Th' embassadors return with promis'd peace.
Then, pierc'd with pain, she shook her haughty head,
Sigh'd from her inward soul, and thus she said:
"O hated offspring of my Phrygian foes!
O fates of Troy, which Juno's fates oppose!
Could they not fall unpitied on the plain,
But slain revive, and, taken, scape again?
When execrable Troy in ashes lay,
Thro' fires and swords and seas they forc'd their way.
Then vanquish'd Juno must in vain contend,
Her rage disarm'd, her empire at an end.
Breathless and tir'd, is all my fury spent?
Or does my glutted spleen at length relent?
As if 't were little from their town to chase,
I thro' the seas pursued their exil'd race;
Ingag'd the heav'ns, oppos'd the stormy main;
But billows roar'd, and tempests rag'd in vain.
What have my Scyllas and my Syrtes done,
When these they overpass, and those they shun?
On Tiber's shores they land, secure of fate,
Triumphant o'er the storms and Juno's hate.
Mars could in mutual blood the Centaurs bathe,
And Jove himself gave way to Cynthia's wrath,
Who sent the tusky boar to Calydon;
(What great offense had either people done?)
But I, the consort of the Thunderer,
Have wag'd a long and unsuccessful war,
With various arts and arms in vain have toil'd,
And by a mortal man at length am foil'd.
If native pow'r prevail not, shall I doubt
To seek for needful succor from without?
If Jove and Heav'n my just desires deny,
Hell shall the pow'r of Heav'n and Jove supply.
Grant that the Fates have firm'd, by their decree,
The Trojan race to reign in Italy;
At least I can defer the nuptial day,
And with protracted wars the peace delay:
With blood the dear alliance shall be bought,
And both the people near destruction brought;
So shall the son-in-law and father join,
With ruin, war, and waste of either line.
O fatal maid, thy marriage is endow'd
With Phrygian, Latian, andRutulian blood!
Bellona leads thee to thy lover's hand;
Another queen brings forth another brand,
To burn with foreign fires another land!
A second Paris, diff'ring but in name,
Shall fire his country with a second flame."
Thus having said, she sinks beneath the ground,
With furious haste, and shoots the Stygian sound,
To rouse Alecto from th' infernal seat
Of her dire sisters, and their dark retreat.
This Fury, fit for her intent, she chose;
One who delights in wars and human woes.
Ev'n Pluto hates his own misshapen race;
Her sister Furies fly her hideous face;
So frightful are the forms the monster takes,
So fierce the hissings of her speckled snakes.
Her Juno finds, and thus inflames her spite:
"O virgin daughter of eternal Night,
Give me this once thy labor, to sustain
My right, and execute my just disdain.
Let not the Trojans, with a feign'd pretense
Of proffer'd peace, delude the Latian prince.
Expel from Italy that odious name,
And let not Juno suffer in her fame.
'T is thine to ruin realms, o'erturn a state,
Betwixt the dearest friends to raise debate,
And kindle kindred blood to mutual hate.
Thy hand o'er towns the fun'ral torch displays,
And forms a thousand ills ten thousand ways.
Now shake, out thy fruitful breast, the seeds
Of envy, discord, and of cruel deeds:
Confound the peace establish'd, and prepare
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 17th, 2007|01:25 am] |
There is a wedge splitting my skull apart, as we speak
or so it feels as such
I'v been in the weirdest of moods lately
I don't think I'm going to let myself fall back into the grooves anymore
i have all these constants, and i wish to abolish them
He needs fresh air
Yes, yes he does
He needs to stop being questioned
luckily, he has the ability to step back and let others fall right through the door they were pushing on to begin with.
When I was a little kid, my brother told me, "Loneliness is Happiness"
I never understood that, until now |
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[Dec. 7th, 2006|12:35 am] |
Now I'm screaming
forget
obliviate
Chamucklah |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|02:47 am] |
I waited behind the wall
and it was there
that i destroyed it all |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 19th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
Breathing lies
I have come to realize that I am
In fact
A Butcher of sorts
of course, it is what I am payed to do.
but, when does bloodsport
turn to vanity
~Group Question of the Day~
True or False- The giblet of a turkey bounces when it is dropped? The Lungs? |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 6th, 2006|01:19 am] |
Splashes of ink on canvasine blinds
drops of opaline noir
I made mine my own |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006|02:44 pm] |
I was wielding my axe
drunk whisky at the bar
every night coming home
out the windshield of my car
I would look through the boughs
and think I saw my lucky star.
I was spreading my sheets
took dinner all alone
every night of the week
awaiting by the phone.
I would dab off my tears
with my favorite pine cone.
Needle prick my spruce root.
Dear little hemlock shoot,
Make me stay sharp,
and keen and evergreen.
I would tend to my bees
sell honey on the road
every fall in the wet
watching lorries take their load
And I’d get all my winnings
ask for special sap in code
In August three weeks
I’m back in village where I clip
all sorts of brambles and thorns
From up the hill I pip
In a little clay cup
the stuff I cross myself and sip.
Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp
and keen, evergreen.
I was casting my line
angling way the day.
The stream was swift, it was clear,
But the light was getting gray.
I bent down by the thistle
and thought of what it was I’d say.
Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp
And keen, evergreen. |
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| Our Hands, our mouths, our brains, our lungs.. |
[Oct. 15th, 2006|04:40 pm] |
I think my soul escaped last night
and to where it fluttered
shall remain unspoken for years to pass
I've fled the flesh and
sang a silent song
I tried so hard
But no one knew that I had gone |
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[Sep. 12th, 2006|12:53 am] |
I am the air
drifting in and out of you |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|07:03 pm] |
I feel down
in a horrid and cliche way
I dont know whats wrong
Some might call it lack of trying
Others, lack of incentive
It is once again time
time for flames
and a holocaust of self
this ones going down
and yet, another shall emerge
Wade through the mud
and return wearing white
bottle up and explode
And I'm coming up roses |
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[Sep. 1st, 2006|12:31 am] |
There is a time in every boy's life when he realizes that he's had a good run
Then he starts bolting
Life is Great
Days rise and fall in instants
An hour doesn't tick sixty any longer, does it?
All shall pass
The Age of Pisces is slowly trickling away
Ciao
and
Love |
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| Fall |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|12:23 am] |
Im in giggles
let the rain fall |
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| Voca |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|12:07 pm] |
Ive been having the most amazing time
Part of it I can thank myself for
And Another, I have to thank someone else
It's been a long time, Gabe.
Yes, I know that, almost too long
Is Est Pefectus mi
Cor Frigorus, nunc Fervit eo
Nolo Desistere
Mei Canaediolus |
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| dock calls |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|11:49 am] |
Theres nobody in the future
So baby let me hand you my love
Theres no step for you to dance to
So slip your hand inside of my glove
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I love fleetwood
my Eagle scout project approval board is today...kinda nervous
it should be good though
keep your fingers crossed
camping was absolutely amazing
....Fuzzy Duck...does he?.......fucky duckk??! ....damn
fun fun fun
I love everyone |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|12:22 pm] |
Baccarat,Roulette,Blackjack[all the same game when you're blindfolded and deafened]
Silly boy
Gonna make you cry |
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| Flicker of Flame, Thrice Rekindled |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|10:35 pm] |
Smoke from the ember, clenched loosely between my index and middle finger
Rose like ghosts from the past, back to life for one last dance
In brick lined streets, Gentlemen closing coats to warm frozen hopes
Harlots dance with Azalea ears, beckoning boys from doorways far & near
And all the while, Prestissimo dancing, stole the moon from his perch
As the boys urged on in their lustfull search
I sat atop a cobblestone wall and watched the city inhale and exhale the damp air hanging all around me
Behind me, St. Michaels bathing in ghosts
Peering through the wrought iron gates at sights to behold
Allegro Ladies slow to Adagio
Off the wall, now full speed
Into the flames of youth ahead
and reaching the center
As I take my last drag
Everyone, Ladies and Gentlemen alike
Become as they were one night
Rekindled by firelight
Ghosts of smoke, spinning and dancing in perfect time
To the rhythmic tap of toe that is mine
Sleep Easy Pensacola
You Are My Dancers
Fin |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|01:10 pm] |
Our Lips Can Touch
And Our Cheeks Can Brush
Our Lips Can Touch
Here
You are the one, the one
That lies close to me
Whispers, "Hello"
I miss you quite terribly
I fell in love, in love
With you suddenly
Now theres no place else
I could be, but
Here In Your Arms
I am in the best mood ever
Cecile's party tonight
gonna be killer
Greeting from Gabelandia
Having a hell of a time
Starlight in my eyes
Ciao kids |
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[Jun. 25th, 2006|09:44 pm] |
Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away
I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play
Seven six five four and I'm all over you
Counting three two one and I'm having fun... |
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[Jun. 25th, 2006|01:12 am] |
Just as eyes loose their brilliance
And scents are diluted in air
Memories come and go like tides
Mere pinpricks on the heart
All but sting for moments notice
And time never stopped, she keeps on
Leaving you lifeless
Leached out, your soul was sold
For Blood and Honey
You run Faster
Never Ceasing
Until you get shot down
By one of those
Who sold theirs
For Love and Money
Thorns
and
Forhead
The Divine Romance |
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