why the disquiet soul my brother, what is the source of your sullen unease? why do you yearn and groan my brother, what will bring you comfort and peace? — 3/12/10 – 108
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walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
i would lose myself in your gothic spires in the mystery of your towering awe down to the foundations laid in stone that delve and dwell deep in the darkness that is not dark but rich as dark soil from whom all the fullness of glory is and springs forth in days ordained — 3/11/10 – 107 #favorite
your lips are apple sweet, rich and red and curved your locks like golden strands, catch the sun at midday and your smile is a vision to produce rapture in the soul of all who can’t help but love you — Lux – 3/10/10 – 106
your words cut deep into the living soul til the heart is rent and the truth is full — 3/9/10 – 105
it had me in its thrall enraptured with the rhythm the pulse of music deep inside was an agony so sweet i could never let it go — 3/8/10 – 104
the heavy blanket of somnolence fell upon me with the warmth of an old friend and in its comforting embrace i lost myself in oblivion. — 3/7/10 – 103
starlight, smile bright the girl i love is mine tonight i wish i may, i wish i might have her to hold til morning light — 3/6/10 – 102
i took a star from heaven i plucked it from it’s celestial field and carried it in my pocket from land to foreign land til i found a shining angel worthy of its gleaming light then i took her to my home and at my hearth she shone and wandered i the earth no more — 3/5/10 – 101
raindrops on daffodils and sunshine bright while little girls laugh and giggle for sight of furry little animals dressed up in white — 3/4/10 – 100
i would spirit away the hours and spend my time with nary a thought to cost or consequence. we would speak of common things and i would not trade it for all the uncommon the world would offer. — 3/3/10 – 99 #ruth
its a golden hour, a flitting flower and it blooms in the morning light then takes off on a merry flight til landing softly on the heather it makes a song of the fine fine weather and laughs for joy and merry fun and lifts its head to see the sun — 3/2/10 – 98 #favorite
its piercing, this silent sound this empty ringing left behind by the absence of bustle from a busy day. it is the echo of life, a cherished hollow a form made of the memories not to be lingered on for long lest the life that made them fade and you forget their purpose. — 3/1/10 – 97 #favorite
my lady, the golden radiance of a thousand rising suns can not eclipse the beauty i see in thy lovely face. — (snippet)
your voice warms me with its lingering joy like a warm wine or heady potion and it leaves me happier than i was the day before we met — 2/28/10 – 96 #ruth
the brisk wind blows swift over the grassy hillock on midwinter’s eve — 2/27/10 – 95
an electric buzz courses through my waking body til the end of day — 2/26/10 – 94
bright light and midnight and the silver of a pale pale moon gleam in the distance — 2/25/10 – 93
the cold cast of moonlight fell on the frozen ground bright light and pale shadow in stark and bitter relief — 2/24/10 – 92
taciturn eyes look across windswept plains as pale light falls on jagged hill and steppe the last rays of a setting sun sink deep into warm earth and leathered skin — 2/23/10 – 91 – Mongol
you twine sluggishly round the landscape
a muddy brown wash among the fertile land
untamed and mighty among your brethren
you assert dominance and lethargy out of hand