Zane Mathias

Zane Mathias

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Just posted chapter two of vengeance Isle of Meloon

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The Chthonic Kingdom
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About Me

influences-
Edgar allen Poe
Whalt whitman
Marilyn Manson
hell.

what fuels me?
twisted tounges
two face religious folks
the political agenda


Forbidden Love

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Anything goes
Feb 19, 2008 - Feb 25, 2008
this is a contest were anything goes for a submission in my book that is comming out soon called Broken Poet Of dreams and pride. you work will be featured in the friend of the B.P. and to clear up anything there is no prfit involved this is to help get you the writers name out there. you can submitup to 3 peices of writting but only one can win. [more]


Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

To the River

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks-
Which glistens then, and trembles-
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies-
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
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Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.



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Send me a message on Facebook messenger. I can't return messages here on my phone :)

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Posted 2 Years Ago


thinking of you!

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Posted 4 Years Ago


blech! having a time, this too shall pass


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Posted 4 Years Ago


I'm good just working on new ideas as always. hows your world treating you?

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Posted 4 Years Ago


my young old friend! how are you?

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Posted 5 Years Ago


it's a cool name . . . classic

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Posted 5 Years Ago


you changed your name

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Posted 5 Years Ago


at Halloween we did a ghost walk at an old mansion in Lexington, Poe was the theme, I got the poem "The Bridal Ballad" . . . had a lot of fun with it

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Posted 5 Years Ago


good in trsainning and bouncing on and off here. trying to be more apart of the cafe again

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Posted 5 Years Ago


I'm pretty good. How are you?