My sonnets
I'm trying to number them since there are so many. However I want the ordering to make sense when read one after the other. So... dont mind them if the numbers change. most are still not numbered
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So quickly reckless words cut through love's skin,
When delicate intention speaks them whole ;[Shakespearean Sonnet] -
These proudly burning eyes blink wide and stare --
Vast wells of sadness, passion, pain and strife, -
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This lie -- in honesty I must profess,
But scarcely raise the truth, at length atone [Shakespearean Sonnet] -
What chains shackle hopes to the joy of another,
But inure my soul to the state I there find? -
What is this place called life? this lonely thing which cruelly wipes out dreams that beings bring?
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But awed by life's illusion, truth takes hold
The key, to one-another's happiness; -
I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile,
And found without its light my life now feels -
To where this course should lead may compass clasp
And draw no further from a heart's worn grasp, -
As depths beget closed eyes, I love you more,
[4-English Sonnet Cycle] -
Of fairest winds unheard but for your sighs,
Of moons not held to reach your gentle hand, [English Sonnet]13 lines, 47 comments, on Sep 15 3:00 PM 2005. In Love -
I'll spend however much I must; I swear;
I'll seize the dawn and catch a falling sun; -
The more ways I find to express my love,
The more I love you, and the better for love,15 lines, 18 comments, on Sep 20 6:20 PM 2005. In Love -
The summer's thirsting yearns fair autumn's kiss,
While calmest anguish, loneliness, endears,[English Sonnet] -
Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul
As found revealed beyond the reach of time;[English Sonnet] -
If I could fly away with you I would
We'd breach the sky beyond where currents flow, [English Sonnet] -
If I for failure owe some higher price
Than kind, to quell love's thirst and passion's cost, -
No ropes are these, my hands, to bind the wind,
To part unyielding currents from herself, [English Sonnet] -
[Petrarchan Sonnet]
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I will not suffer you, who stole my muse,
To sing no praises higher than your own, [Petrarchan Sonnet] -
For my whole life, I've spent beside my own
Dark fears that cleave in hate to all I've made, -
No frames of reference gird this endless waste,
Where wounds drip, bleeding, fresh that will not scar; -
White midnight flakes fall startled all around:
Their lolling dance brings hope for winds' sojourn; -
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Above this covered place the north wind plays; -
Above this covered place the north wind plays;
Her frigid breath bids fall its last goodbyes; -
Until these snow drenched groves step out from shade,
Where deeper cast they found descent to dread, -
Much work I have to do -- these gifts need wrapping;
Bright ornaments to hang on this old tree, -
What fragile fabric binds together faith?
That sublime cloak beyond compare or measure, -
Through all the world, to find the dawn, I look
For one iota where I might begin,24 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 3 7:51 PM 2006. In Spiritual, Contemporary -
What word is pressed, which to the most offends?
Uproots the swarms, drives righteous rage to sting,13 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 5 1:43 AM 2006. In Society, Contemporary -
To find what bides beneath familial love,
When cloth is washed of wealth and landed gilding, -
The Land's last dawn sees fading sun-rays droop,
That, tentative, once warmed its frozen floor -
Democracy has nothing left to do,
From high in soaring towers of plate glass, -
Do reasons sparkle midst the morning dew?
Within refracted light of sun's clear spray; -
Along entropic tides of crashing mind,
Disorder's surf, in currents tread and rolled, -
I am he who strikes the flint which sparks the flame,
who proffers tears where thorns pin blinded eyes, -
What trespasses before all breathing slows
Beneath dense canopies of pillowed sighs, -
Fly, foul angels fly above the writer's page;
there sweep down truths from engines razed at dawn -
Did not these living globes through slender beams
O'er sunlit limbs aspire? To be known -
Feel free to love, for none but pain and woe,
If loving me has brought you only this; -
How high may spirits soar? How high is hope?
How high is happiness? How high the sky? -
And where the tide may lead, though reasons grasp,
they yield the course to delve where hopes take hold, -
Such timeless severances, though high the price
That calmest anguish (loneliness) endears, -
You should refuse me if the pain's too much
when burning skies wreak ruin in the land.13 lines, 29 comments, on Mar 3 10:10 AM 2006. In Love -
If free, I would unmake love with a choice
that next to yours did tremble never near enough. -
An artist paints his life from mark to end,
from mix to finish, like the pigment oils -
Drawn from a wayward wind, dragged loathing slow
Across the moore, to scratch a frozen knife -
The orbits of the spheres have wound to see
The rolling tides where Spring has swelled the moon; -
If not for sense, then what does silence me,15 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 28 12:51 AM 2006. In Love
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What is more dear to me, a sound or scene?
Acoustic resonance to shake and shudder,13 lines, 10 comments, on Mar 28 11:41 PM 2006. In Love -
Though looming night might ease my dread mistake,
(We each wear one, like passion Hushed away), -
For these and every mote of evidence;
For Freedom, Truth, for Law's most learned devout,48 lines, on Apr 11 1:50 AM 2006. In Contemporary, Angst -
Though you're not dead, you died so long ago,
When truth became a trick of entertainment;15 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 11 2:09 PM 2006. In Contemporary, Angst -
I hear her as I breathe the evening calm,
And wonder as the million stars ascend; -
Oh Spring, I've seen your rising sphere, the dawn
In fertile fields of green, of copper bright; -
What superstition thrived within these hearts
To drag their tombs, as mountains in compare, -
To share... To share... Oh please don't make me share
the hurts and pains and loss of love remiss; -
Nothing glows; her golden door is closed;
Her harbor's baited lamp has turned away. -
How cold will my blood be before I die?
Before the frozen bones of friendship thin? -
You've seen these skies under a different sun;
its rays caress the winds but not the same -
To whom we often plead, mischievous Gods:
These monuments of truth leave myth behind; -
How shall I serve a One who is all-wise?
Some greatest One? An oldest and most strong? -
With every touch commingled as before,
And every breath and every aspiration, -
I could mistake the trees for happiness,
that have not fallen yet; their soaring leaves -
To sip upon these softly stolen breaths
of dust, as ever mankind's greatest part; -
You looked into my eyes and I saw stars
exploding in the sky, beyond the sun.
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