“And when I passed by you and saw you struggling in your own blood, I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’ Yes, I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’ I made you thrive like a plant in the field; and you grew, matured, and became very beautiful. Your breasts were formed, your hair grew, but you were naked and bare. “When I passed by you again and looked upon you, indeed your time was the time of love; so I spread My wing over you and covered your nakedness. Yes, I swore an oath to you and entered into a covenant with you, and you became Mine,” says the Lord God.
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" We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems."
- Arthur O'Shaughnessy
I don't stick to a specific style of writing. Although, middle-english is of personal intrigue. I have no writers or poets that I look up to. Yet, there is one poetess whom still remains in my heart and mind even after our communication has been severed.
Also another dear old friend of mine, the very cool Lupine, John Stussy. Stop by his profile if you are looking to have your mind blown: http://www.writerscafe.org/stuss
On a last note, I do realize that most of my poems are rather dark and few are a tad bit difficult to comprehend. Each word has a defined definition. It's like connecting pieces of a breathing puzzle when constructing a poem. To explain the dark essence would mean disrobing my heart. If that seems like rubbish, well then... My mind is full of it. I am neither scribe nor bard. Though I draw, I am not even an artist.
Apart from the already stated, I am a full-time loser.