20070729

Nothing to do with poetry, but this is aparently what ancient language I am:


Your Score: Akkadian


You scored




You are Akkadian, a blend of the incomprehensible symbols of the Sumerians with the unwritable sounds of the early Semitic peoples. However, the writing just doesn't suit the words and doesn't represent everything needed, so you end up a schizoid mess. Invented in Babylon, you're probably to blame for that tower story. However, crazy as you are, you're much loved and appreciated, and remain actively in use by records keepers long after schools have switched to other languages.




Link: The Which Ancient Language Are You Test written by imipak on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

20070727

An Attempted Poetic Expression of Blessed Mary’s Voice

(From one who once heard her speak.)


“With a ring of lily petaled bells
She speaks in bright soprano reflections,
Of giving sun and mirrored moon…”

Eternity contained within a voice, and yet
Three lines are all this pen can conceive!
The womb is dry, the mouth barren,
With truths that cannot be put to paper!

The ink dried! All expression denied!
Cassandra trice accursed yet no Apollo scorned.
Three lines, no more! Three lines, no more!
And every word falls dead at which it speaks.

“With a ring of lily petaled bells
She speaks in bright soprano reflections,
Of giving sun and mirrored moon…”

20070705

Hidden Disability

It's a crud poem, but I wrote it to get some negative feelings off my chest...

The pain in my spine is sharp,

But invisible to watching eyes.

They look down on me.

They say that I’m too lazy.

But the knife is not piercing Them!

…Only I.