Mind babble...

Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]A Fool's Ilium

Cry! O' Heaven, for a love that is lost.
The Muse doth leave as in Winter's frost.
To chill the core of this witless man,
A hopeless spirit to roam the land.

Grieve! O' Gods and shed no tear.
The lonely voice, a burden to bear.
To choke on words, denied release -
As empty sobs will beg to please.

Die! O' Man and live no more,
Withering hope in days of yore
Come and go and ne'er start,
For the knife digs deep, deep in thy heart. [/B]

Ow man.... crappy deal. good poems though. kind of amazing that pain is the best inspiration at times.

Originally posted by Syren
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Oh Fea... my heart's breaking hug

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Ow man.... crappy deal. good poems though. kind of amazing that pain is the best inspiration at times.

Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]A Fool's Ilium

Cry! O' Heaven, for a love that is lost.
The Muse doth leave as in Winter's frost.
To chill the core of this witless man,
A hopeless spirit to roam the land.

Grieve! O' Gods and shed no tear.
The lonely voice, a burden to bear.
To choke on words, denied release -
As empty sobs will beg to please.

Die! O' Man and live no more,
Withering hope in days of yore
Come and go and ne'er start,
For the knife digs deep, deep in thy heart. [/B]

The Fancied Summer

I.
A summer dream ends, as the sun beckons low.
Ruminations of fancied musing run upon the brow,
A gaily walk through stubble meadow pranced.
The posy fields sway, where faeries danced.

O’ winged beauty that flutters roundabout,
Stay thy vision, when the wind seeks the rout.
Comfort sought I, to drink the glittered cup.
And know then I, from thine plate I’ve supped.

Cerulean skies battle the cumulus white.
And I but gaze the wondrous sight.
To a tree of oak thereby I sit.
A lazed in thought, as yon faerie flit.

Near to ending the fluid dreams of summer’s bliss.
Gently seeking, for want of a kiss.
Yet gone are the snowy white Venus’ breasts,
Shorn of cloth, yet newly dressed.

II.
And so I look on eyes anew.
The god-like sight, of Heaven’s view.
With grace unseen as night gathers round,
The heat of passion flamed, grows unbound.

The faerie flitters, from here to there,
Abound with wroth and hate to spare.
Filled with rage, the tiny sprite.
When caste aside for arms of white.

Night-dappled friend, why do you rage?
Forget you not, for three and one age.
Tho’ I love a woman, I love thee more.
As the gentle waves kiss the pebbled shore.

But a sprite you are, and I a man.
World’s apart, the sky from the land.
In dreams of sleep you awaken there,
To fill my nights with happy fare.

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You have this ability to... like draw me into the poems you write... Great stuff 😊

Originally posted by Coldfire
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You have this ability to... like draw me into the poems you write... Great stuff 😊

Originally posted by Fëanor
blush aww thanks amber...i'm working on part III, but i seem to be stuck hmm

I've been at a loss for what to write for... well a while *sigh*

Originally posted by Coldfire
Anytime dearest hug

I've been at a loss for what to write for... well a while *sigh*

you DO know who it was about do you?

Originally posted by Fëanor
hahahaha!!!! yeah me too...so i dug up some old stuff and found those ones i posted 'blighted bliss'.

you DO know who it was about do you?

Originally posted by Syren
Fea, you're stunning darling eyes

well well weeeeheeehehehehell flirt 😛

Originally posted by Coldfire
For which one?? 🤨

Originally posted by Fëanor
my bad...I meant "A Fool's Ilium"

Yeah I know who that's about ✅

Originally posted by Coldfire
lol ohhhh ok... I was a lil confuzzled there haha 😛

Yeah I know who that's about ✅

so howz you, eh? canadian

Originally posted by Fëanor
😄 kewlness-ness! i actually spoke to her today 🤨 now that was....a bit weird

so howz you, eh? canadian

Lol I'm awesome now eh 😄 Y tu?

Originally posted by Coldfire
Really? I've seen her online, but I'm still not sure if I should talk to her 🤨 Dunno if she hates me or not...

Lol I'm awesome now eh 😄 Y tu?

omg! i've just zoned out and started tunnel visioning (is that a word?) and i'm outta ideas to finish off III...listen bay-besh, i'm off to bed, i can barely keep my eyes open. sleepy

i can barely manage a squeak of a laugh for this movie on Connie and Carla...hahahah *trails off*

so as they say in Canada...yep, dint' yah know i can speak canadian 😛

I'll see yah, eh? 😄

Originally posted by Fëanor
er....not a good idea love!!! 😄 as for hate, weeeeeeell that's too strong a word.

omg! i've just zoned out and started tunnel visioning (is that a word?) and i'm outta ideas to finish off III...listen bay-besh, i'm off to bed, i can barely keep my eyes open. sleepy

i can barely manage a squeak of a laugh for this movie on Connie and Carla...hahahah *trails off*

so as they say in Canada...yep, dint' yah know i can speak canadian 😛

I'll see yah, eh? 😄

awww okies love hug

😱 You do speak Canadian 😂

Ya eh, see ya tomorrow eh kisses

😆 hysterical jeez you guys crack me up..... "eh". hahaha! good stuff fea. love the olde tounge style. glad it aint too bad for ya now... or so I hopes. how you been?

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
😆 hysterical jeez you guys crack me up..... "eh". hahaha! good stuff fea. love the olde tounge style. glad it aint too bad for ya now... or so I hopes. how you been?

The Fancied Summer is reminescent of Yeats!