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I just want to go to the beach

[28 Jul 2016|07:07pm]

In Jacksonville, I saw a band on the beach. It was ideal. I don't remember hearing the name of the band. At night, I sat down acouple yards from a big rock. Turned out to be a nesting sea turtle. How was I supposed to know? I miss the beach.

------from "Regional"

[28 Jun 2013|05:37pm]

kingdomadvancer

Some poems I wrote recently. The first one I thought about; the second and third I just wrote whatever came out.

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Told before the leap the landing’s fine
Through the gates before I stepped in line
A shaker before Maker’s made in time
My life
Who I am to be so well foretold
With praises of my days yet when I’m old
The prophets all in tune proclaiming bold
My life
Left a girl no single choice of fate
Lost wondering lengths and places of the wait
Until a hindsight boldness validates
My life
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Tracking tractors down stormy roads
That beguile the builder to stop the rain

The Return Of The Bunny - He's More Rabid Than Ever...

[05 Oct 2009|04:57pm]

I know that probably no one is going to see this because it has literally been over a year since I posted anything, but it's worth the effort.

I am starting a literary blog on LJ, and it is only for invited friends. It will contain the ongoing content of a large historical fiction project I've been working on for almost two years.

If anyone on my friends list, or from any community who has read anything of mine they liked in the past, just reply to this post and let me know if you'd like access to the Literary Journal. It is untitled yet, but within the day, the page, and its title, will be up for all to start checking out. So, if you're interested, let me know so I can add you to the allowed readers list.

I hope to see many of you old familiar friends, and plenty of new ones!

Follow Me - I Know The Way

[19 Nov 2008|08:08pm]

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I have been silent for awhile. Now I’m back, and am bringing with me a whole new blog. If you ever found anything I’ve written in the past even mildly interesting, then I would be happy to have you follow me to the new blog:

www.dolenteringenium.wordpress.com

I hope you make the trip.

This is the only time I will post on LJ again, and obviously the last time I x-post anything. The new blog will be daily as much as possible, so I'd love to see all of you regularly.

[11 Oct 2008|06:36pm]

Safe Harbor

Twilights Destiny by Arriere Pensee

You are my safe harbor, the one place where I can drop
Anchor and not be frightened by the wind nor terrified of
The dark and dangerous waves, the one place where I
Am protected and unconquerable, where the sea is
Forever calm and tranquil, where I need not have fear of
Anything nor anyone, where my soul is restful and at peace...

You are my lighthouse, shining your bright beacon of hope and
Understanding through the dark and treacherous night, guiding
Me to a quiescent refuge where I am sheltered from the storm
And bathed in a warm glow of peaceful equanimity, a place
Where my soul is free to take a spontaneous and uninhibited
Sojourn, secure in the knowledge that I am being watched over...

You are my moonlit bay, beauty incarnate, outshining even
The brightest stars that are reflected in the endless depths
Of your onyx eyes, you are the silvery ripples cast down from
Heaven to play upon the dancing swells of the gently restless
Ocean, my personal Calypso, guardian and watcher, forever
Vigilant and heedful, lest the demons of the deep start to rise...

Your are my carefully charted shoreline where all the jagged
Rocks are charted for my protection, where I need not fear
Shipwreck nor death amongst the jeopardous and craggy
Breakwater, you are my sextant, expertly aligned and true,
Forever leading me to this place of harmony and accord,
You are my anchor, holding me firm against any tempest...

Your are my safe harbor, forever true, loyal, kind and caring,
A place I can retreat to, escape to, a place that resides deep
Within my heart and soul, untouched by all the vile and ugly
Rancor of the world, your love carries me upon the waves of
Life, steering me clear of dangers that seek to pull me down,
You are in essence my savior, and the answer to my prayers...

[26 Sep 2008|12:43pm]

A Journey Of Pain

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"You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live."

Alexander Pope

Pain, silently stalking your psyche like a skillful carnivore...
It lays about in daylight hours when your mind is occupied,
Too busy to see the danger lurking in the shadows, yet
Skillful enough, patient enough to bide its time and wait...

Pain, the sudden crippler, a smile becomes a frown,
Faces fill with worry, questions are asked, concern
Flows around you like a spiders web and you try to
Brush it away, only it is here now and undeniable...

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[23 Sep 2008|11:16am]

My Knight Awaits

Picture courtesy of Liv Elin Eriksen deviantart

Today I face a battle against a foe I cannot see nor hear and yet, as I stand alone on the parapet that looks out across the pre-dawn land, instinctively I know my knight is there...

I may not see him in the cold, thick mist, nor hear the sound of hoof beats thundering from his black charger, but he is there, waiting, watching, ready for anything if need be...

Tis courage that I need, and courage that he offers, tis strength that I might seek, then it is his strength I can tap into should dark rainclouds gather overhead...

[22 Sep 2008|02:45am]

Paradox

I am better without you, more my self.
Life enfolds beautifully, producing testament and legacy.
No longer lost in the inadequacies you clad me in,
I recognize the pearl before the swine.

And yet I am only fragment misplaced.
My soul resides within you, inside the us lost in future past.
Truth falls from my eyes one crystal at the time, no more rivers- they ran dry.
Frozen in your smile, my future is tasteless. Your words plentiful and empty raid faith, giving birth to a deformed corpse once called love, now known as regret.

I count hours, embrace insomnia, try to break the strengthening tide of thoughts in my mind.
Why’s have never filled an empty heart.
Will providence be forever ailing?

Intellect reveals scarred form well camouflaged by snakelike grace and piety.
I walk the fading halls of memory,
prose like apparitions echo and fall dead to earth.
.Miss thee, love thee, loath thee, endlessly
–I dance alone.

© 2008 Alexandra

What If God Was Cooler Than The Preacher?

[21 Sep 2008|01:45pm]

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Today, I went to church, the way I do most Sundays. I am not your typical Bible thumping home schooled whackjob, but I do get a bit f spiritual support somehow from the ritual. It is often more aggravating than helpful, though. Today was one of those really aggravating ones where I wished the Hand of God would stretch down, rip off the roof of our pristine little church building and start flicking the parishioners over the next county like a child flicks popcorn into the front row at a bad movie.

It didn't happen, but I continue to have hope ;)

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/21/god-are-you-there-its-me-the-evil-traumatized-child/

Down The Political Rabbit Hole

[20 Sep 2008|12:40pm]

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Ok, here it is, my answer to the question about my thoughts on our two candidates for President. I am not good at mincing words, or candy-coating my opinion on anything - but I did try to offend as few people as possible. If you don't like it, fuck off ;)

This post is an attempt t answer a question, and should not be taken as a direct statement to the asker, but as a statement to all of the blogosphere. It is a work of opinion, and I don't need a lot of crap from anyone who disagrees. I welcome intelligently expressed and factually based comments, but rude attacks will be dealt with through swift and unrelenting violence involving beatings with a wiffle ball bat, and ritualistic dismemberment using a dull Swiss Army knife I haven't cleaned since my two week stint in the Boy Scouts.

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/20/which-truth-do-you-want-the-red-pill-or-the-blue-pill/

[20 Sep 2008|12:01am]

Testament

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We each stand on opposite sides of a precipice, wind blowing back
Through your hair like shimmering waves of liquid silk, yet chilling my
Heart like an icy hand wrapped 'round it, between us lay the yawning
Depths of a deep, yet familiar canyon filled with shards of broken glass
That glitter in the fading light like a million jewels of beautiful death...

Your eyes catch mine and hold them in an unwavering stare, and
Hypnotized am I by your beauty as I have always been, yet so much
Time has passed, so much pain rendered, but here we stand together
Again, hearts beating in anxious rhythm, wanting, needing, yearning
For everything we once held dear, once held sacred in our lives...

I'd Like To Axe You A Question

[19 Sep 2008|01:19pm]

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I got an interesting comment on my LJ yesterday in regard to this post. I liked alot of the things she had to say. In addition to her thoughts on the topic, she had a list of good questions. i have asked those who read my blogs to pose questions to help me explore my values, opinions, ideals and beliefs. Hers are a great start, but now I have a dilema.

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/19/id-like-to-axe-you-a-question/

Thank you to everybody who has been a regular reader, I appreciate your comments and ideas. I will try to raise my literary game to continue to earn your loyalty and your help in this is always great!

[18 Sep 2008|06:58am]

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Transparent

by

Nick Carlton

You see and yet I am invisible...
You hear yet my words fall on deaf ears...
You touch but cannot feel me...
I am transparent...

I smile but no one smiles back...
I cry out yet no one answers...
I plead but my prayers are unanswered...
I am transparent...

The Meaning of Life

[17 Sep 2008|02:06pm]

Sunday I posted about how my beliefs either change over time, or become further cemented into my mind. I asked if anyone wanted to know what I thought of various things, and I promised to answer it today. So, here is the answer to "wierdauntie" and her question about life's purpose.

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/17/in-the-flying-spaghetti-monster-we-trust/

If anyone else has any other questions, or topics they would like to get my take on, feel free to ask. I will post my answers by Sunday.

[15 Sep 2008|10:34am]

Just Nod Your Head...

pinker.wjh.harvard.edu

Now I'm certain you've all had this experience at least once or twice in your life, but it never fails to annoy the ever loving piss out of me every single time it happens...

The blank stare...

That flat, non compos mentis expression that says 'I haven't understood a damned thing you just said, but I don't want to appear stupid, so I'll just stare at you'...Ok, if you don't understand what I've said, fine, but why not just ask? I'd rather have you ask than give me that dumb founded, addlepated look...What's so awfully bad about not knowing something? Here's a little sample of what I'm talking about...It happened to me again the other day, and it's effect still hasn't yet worn off...See if you guys feel the same way I do...

[15 Sep 2008|12:30am]

Bound

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Nick Carlton

I am bound, by your love, by your passion,
By everything you are...
I am bound, by your touch, your eyes,
By the way you look at me...

I am bound, by the feel of you, by your
Scent, your taste...
I am bound, by your strength,
By your weakness...

I am bound, by your compassion,
By the tears you shed for me,
I am bound, a willing captive,
By the way you excite me...

I am bound, by your energy, by your
Soul, when we collide,
I am bound, in time and space,
By your soft voice...

I am bound, by your protectiveness,
By your fierce determination,
I am bound, by a love I've never known,
And never thought I'd find...

I am bound, by your warm breath,
Upon my skin, by your kiss,
I am bound by your loyalty,
Your unwillingness to let go...

I am bound, by the beating of your heart,
When your are near me,
I am bound, by soft sighs,
And whispered words of love...

I am bound, by lust, by the endless
Dance of emotion we share...
I am bound, by your laughter,
By your smile...

I am bound, by your lips, when
They meet mine, with raw abandon...
I am bound, by the tempest,
We're both caught up in...

I am bound, by your gentility,
Your grace, your intelligence,
I am bound, by your wit,
By your ceaseless patience...

I am bound, to you, body and
Soul, by a universal love...
I am bound, by your arms,
That hold me when I cry...

I am bound, by your eyes, that
Look into the depths of me...
I am bound, by your knowledge,
Of who and what I am...

I am bound, by the way that
You move me, with only a smile...
I am bound, by the connection,
That cannot be broken...

I am bound, by a truth, I longed
For, and found in you...
I am bound, by a need, that only
You can fill...

I am bound, by the secrets we
Share, in the darkness...
I am bound, by the way you shine,
Like a beacon when I am lost...

I am bound, by your wisdom, to
Know right from wrong...
I am bound, by your willingness,
To show me the path...

I am bound, by your instincts,
To know exactly what I need,
I am bound, by your selflessness,
To give me what I want...

I am bound, by the way every cell,
In my body, reacts to you...
I am bound, by the need to protect
You, with my life...

I am bound, by the song you sing,
To my heart, when I am alone,
I am bound, by the fact that I
Know all the lyrics...

I am bound, by your beauty, that
Never fails to leave me breathless...
I am bound, to a force greater
Than I have ever known...

I am bound, by the trail of fire,
That you trace with your fingertips...
I am bound, by a desire, to possess
You, for the rest of my life...

I am bound, by the words, that
Fall from your lips like warm honey...
I am bound, by the tears I cry,
When I miss you...

I am bound, by the magic, you
Work around the core of me...
I am bound, by the absolute
Perfectness of you...

I am bound, by you for all
Of eternity...
I am bound...

Well, That's Debatable!!!!

[14 Sep 2008|03:05pm]

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I was sitting at the computer, next to me on the couch was one roommate watching a football game in a mildly interested state. The other roommate sat next to her screaming, pounding his fist and constantly recapping the game to us verbaly as we watched it. I really hate that. So, it inspired me to write this:

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/14/well-thats-debatable/

The Daves of Summer

[12 Sep 2008|11:11am]

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Ok - here it is, the last update from the "Summer of Dave" series. Now i can get back to my normal posts, and i will try my hardest to post more often. Any suggestions?

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/12/the-last-days-of-the-summer-of-dave/

More on Last Summer

[01 Sep 2008|11:58am]

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I'm trying hard to finish the recounting of this summer's adventures, so here's the second to last post about it. Then I can get back to more interesting writing, so you all don't have to be so bored. Sorry about this.

http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/01/second-to-last-installment-then-ill-blog-about-something-else/

New Installment!

[01 Sep 2008|08:35am]

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Ok, here it is, the next instalment in the Summer of Dave Series. I apologize to those who just want the whole story, but it seemed that even more of you wanted it to be brokeninto segments. I am about to write the last segment tomorrow, so then it will all be out there. I hope you'll all let me know if I've bored you with this shit.

Here are the links to the first three segments

Part 3: http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/09/01/the-summer-of-dave-part-3/

Part 2: http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/08/27/the-summer-of-dave-part-2/

Part 1: http://wanderinghome.wordpress.com/2008/08/23/the-summer-of-dave-part-1/

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