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So I was reading this poem someone wrote (not here) that was all woe is me....I am just going to wallow in self-pity and contemplate sucide becasue something bad happend to me in the past. And it does get to be a drag reading all these poems from people willing to render themselves helpless so I wrote this as my response to that.

And I thought I would stylistically play with it.

Madame Mort

My dear,

the look within your eyes
...

Yesterday at the library I made a wonderful find. It's a book called [I]Daoist Body Cultivation[/I]. I read the introduction, which was a really great one, and the first chapter. I feel like I learned so much. From the Intro and the First Chapter, as much emphasis seems to be placed on the spiritual aspect of bodily health as well as the bodily aspect. The idea or thrust of the book is to cultivate harmonious [I]qi [/I]in the body, which leads to the refinement of the body's energies, as a part ...

hurts!

I'm taking a week off from work and for the last few days, I've been spending my time at my couch reading and litenetting. I think I've spent 10 to 12 hours in average per day. In a way, it's been great. In my regular days, work dominates my entire day. Sometimes I spent more than 10 hours at work, went home, cooked dinner (sometime), watched a little news, read an hour and two (if I still had the energy), then went to sleep. When I'm out traveling, the days were worst but ...

I read this poem somewhere and loved, I mean loved it.



Of Teardrops and Stars

I wrote this for someone special some five years ago, but I never heard from him after I sent this. I don't know if the format got skewed or this didn't reach him. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

I see your lips so soft, so full, moving,
Forming syllables and words that my eyes cannot read.
Your voice is slightly muffled, but my ears hear you. ...

Conquest

One drop
Of feeling
Yields
One galleon
Of triumph,
That prospers
The stormy seas
With men of steel
And coats of mail
Informing our lives of ease
These centuries since
Of adventures that tossed
Asunder rich graven keys
That cost weathered lives,
Yet charge harkening dreams
Striking clipped numbered maps as fees.