| I dunno what it was, but something about this song just inspired me to create this piece. I kinda like the tune and wanted to do a sort of darker take on it. |
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Horns of WarThe train-bell chimes, The bag pipes sing. March! March! Young lovers fair! To victory in warfare!Horns of War
The knights ride on, Warriors howl, Go! Go! Brothers in arms! Raise up your wicked firearms!
The battle’s won, Though lives are lost. Weep! Weep! Oh daughters fair! Your men were claimed, so give your prayer!
by *Wandio
In the SkyFreely drifting through blue sky, How much I long to be there, too! So undefined, so free in mind, No shape to bind as they drift by.In the Sky
Freedom expressed through faith in shape, Through faith we bind their images, binding planes, defining edges, We make wild things, mouths agape.
But they know that shape is not true, No castles built up in the sky, Amorphous, white, and truly free, I would give my life to join you!
There is nothing mortal allowed Up in that heavenly realm! For fear freedom would overwhelm Mere mortal minds among the cl
by *Wandio
DeletedIt's all broken down into tebibytes gibibytes mebibytes kibibytes bytes bits. All 1s and 0s On or off. Transformed through wires cables switches turned into green red blue staring at me transformed into black marks against a pure white screen.Deleted
It's all temporary memory And with a stroke of a key the words are severed the past is destroyed no record exists in my life of what she wrote to me. Temporal temporary Random Access Memory erased the hard drive doesn't read it. &n
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In Love with a RavenI saw him. He saw me.In Love with a Raven
He looked towards me cocked his head to the side curious.
Big pink bird? He has strange feathers, that don't cover his head his hands. Strange clawless feet?
He thinks.
I step towards him.
He's startled.
He skips away.
So I skip towards him.
He skips away and flutters his wings.
I flap my arms and skip towards him.
He waddles away.
For a moment We look at each other.
I feel myself shrink in my soul. My clothing fal
by *Wandio
| Writings isn't something you just want to do.. writing is something that consumes you and either forces you to give it up or suffer poverty and moderate insanity... |
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This is mercifuly short. I say that not because it's bad (it isn't). I say that because I just wrote a religion final, but fo...
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Oh where to begin! I love the way you use the language to give it a more... well, I don't want to say "antiquated" as that has ne...
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| I'm in college. This translates to mean a few things: first of all, I'm very easily irritated at times, this comes from a virtual starvation diet, being swamped with paper work, and just general surliness; second of all, I'm becoming quite well read. You'll often find me recommending that people read certain other artists, such as Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Al Purdy, Earle Birney, or even Alfred Lord Tennyson. I'm 20 years of age, and I have my first real publication coming out. One of my poems entitled "Homecoming" is going to be published in an anthology of writers called "How I Shot My Brother and Other Short Stories." I also have three poems being reviewed by "Arc Magazine" editors to see if they're worthy of being published in that prestigious periodical. I've recently moves back to stony plain and live with both my parents and my sister in a wonderful collection of four adults living under one roof, with two cats, a dog, and a plethora of fish (and one snail). |
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- Current Residence: Canada
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- Interests: Poetry, RPing, Music, Photography
- Favourite movie: Currently, Repo The Genetic Opera
- Favourite band or musician: Karin Axelsson
- Favourite poet or writer: John Donne
- Favourite photographer: My sister
- Favourite style of art: Romanticism
- Operating System: Vista
- Personal Quote: You have a sense of humor as unpredictable as an Albertan tornado, and which claims as many lives.
- Tools of the Trade: Camera, Computer, my pen and my journal.
- Website: http://coldburnthought.blogspot.com/
- Email: the.grey.jester@gmail.com
- MSN: bdwandio@shaw.ca
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I dunno if you saw it but just in any case youve been featured on my journal and all slots are filled up now.
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Writing is not just something you want to do... its something that consumes you, and forces you to either give it up or face poverty and madness.
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"I hope your rambles have been sweet and your reveries spacious..."
~Emily Dickinson
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Writing is not just something you want to do... its something that consumes you, and forces you to either give it up or face poverty and madness.
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Change is only a deposit from a pop machine... put in more, get some change, put it the right amount, you have what you see.
~Emmie-Lynne
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"I hope your rambles have been sweet and your reveries spacious..."
~Emily Dickinson
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Writing is not just something you want to do... its something that consumes you, and forces you to either give it up or face poverty and madness.
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"I hope your rambles have been sweet and your reveries spacious..."
~Emily Dickinson
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