My poetry is the voice within, and, occasionally, the voice without. I think in complete sentences and phrases, all correct grammar. I know it's odd, but it shows in my poetry. I believe that I was born to communicate. May this verse speak to you as it spoke to me in the middle of the blackened autumn evening or falling from the sky in the midnight rain.

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Sonnets
Other Metered Forms
Free Verse

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Sonnets

Of A.K.

I once believed very profoundly that I should love a woman named A.K. (someone I know in real life), but wouldn't quite let myself, as I feared it would not be returned. This was written on the verge of that precarious balance. Eventually, it would not be, and this is what I would have to remember. I consider this to be one of my best works. Make sure you read the follow up work, "To A.K."

To She Who Me Delights

My first sonnet, I wrote this one while thinking fondly of S.S., back in January of 1992. It's not the best I've written, but she liked it, and by this I'll remember her always.

The Nature of Man

Originally, this one was going to be part of a triad of sonnets, leading one through the life of a sinner who found grace, the language of the verse becoming more complex and interesting as the life progressed into higher states. The triad was never done, and there exists only this one, the cry of a damned man.

That Which I Look Upon

This one I find rather muddled, as I couldn't seem to decide whether I was referring to S.S. (with whom I was still in love at the time), a godly love, or something conceptual, such as love or beauty itself. The images are nice, though, and it's still fun to read.

To the Longing in a Man's Heart

Written when I was pining desperately for some sort of female companionship, this one saw its creation while I was sitting with no work to do at a day-old bread store, written on the back of a bread throw-away record sheet.

To the Truth and the Way I Must Live

This was inspired slightly by the classic "What a piece of work is a man" speech in Hamlet, written when I was pondering my existence as a creation of God's. It's rather humbling, yet exalting, to realize Who made us and that He still looks at us as His own.

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Other Metered Forms

To. A.K.

The follow up to "Of A.K.," this blank verse shows the transition of the relationship from a friendship with romantic hope on my end to a pure friendship, in a higher and freer sense. Rather than being sad at the loss of possibility, this rejoices in the hope of what is to come. Originally, I began writing this as a sonnet, but instead chose the blank verse form for its sense of continuation, one of the sentiments expressed in the work. A couple of the lines in this actually came to me in dreams.

Utopia

The works of Man are nothing compared to the creations of the Almighty. This song came to me as I saw in my mind what a perfect world created by humankind would be. It is meant to be sung to a Scottish beat with a Celtic drum. The rhythm is usually lively, but it can be sung slow, depending in the occasion and mood. Pipes, flute, and harp can, of course, be added. Some of the rhythms in certain lines are a bit non-exact. That is intentional. Sing it as you like.

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Free Verse

Lords of the Overground

There are a number of differing interpretations of this piece, including its describing great men of history, gods on the Earth, or some sort of bizarre parallel to friends of my own. Decide as you like, for I won't bias you on this one.

Through

I had an extremely profound experience in friend-making in high school, and my closest companions came to be those whom I respected most. I saw our ascent into adulthood as a sort of battle, and this poem came to me to represent our struggle. The second line of the poem was the first part of it I heard, and it rang through my thoughts for months before the rest of it would allow itself to be written.

Moose Poetry

On the newsgroup Alt Dot Bigfoot (strong and free), one is encouraged to write Moose Poemetry. These are my improvised efforts at this. Warning to the Uninitiated: These aren't supposed to be good..

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