I Only Feel, When I Am Dreamin by DoctorArnoldi, literature
Literature
I Only Feel, When I Am Dreamin
I Only Feel, When I Am Dreaming
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You say, you have gone away from me
But I can still feel your breath upon me
The dreams I have, in which I am dying
The only dreams, in which I have feeling
You say, I have drifted away from you
But I have never felt this close to you
The dreams I have, in which I am dying
The only dreams, in which I have feeling
I say, nothing around me ever changes
The faces I see around me never changes
In this place, I feel like I am slowly dying
This is the only place, I have any feeling
I say, nothing around you ever changes
The places that you see, never see changes
In this place,
Venuss Song
4-20-08
Ive sung with the Minnesanger
Before the Gates at Tannhauser
We sang of heavens, and of you
Alas, heaven offered nothing
Compared to the likes of you
The light of stars, long ago dead
Still travels, endless, for simply
A chance to shine in your eyes
To know these suns did not die
In vain, I can only hope that I too,
Can find a place in your eyes.
Beltaine
Or
Burning Times
4-15-08
Listening to her voice, while the bagpipes playing
In the depths of my heart, I hear what she is saying
As the May Queen sings her song
It reaches me, but for her I am to far gone
Not even her pagan heart, is that strong
I am to deep wretched, for far to long
Listening to her voice, while the bagpipes playing
In the depths of my heart, I hear what she is saying
Of all the ancient stories told
The tales of honor and glory, old
And the heroes that fought so bold
To hear my past, as it did unfold
Listening to her voice, while the bagpipes playing
In the depths of my heart
Legion
4-14-08
We rise up from the dirt of ages
As setting suns shadows stretches
We climb out of our hiding place
To roam the dim of the moons face
We take shape, from the fear of death
We take form, in the guise of wretches
We walk behind the thin vale of night
While you sleep tight, we prepare to dine
Feeding off of your darkest night terrors
We grow in number, we grow in power.
Close your eyes, and know we are here
For we are Legion.
'An Army Of Windmills' by DoctorArnoldi, literature
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'An Army Of Windmills'
Why Don Quixote Was a Fool
Or
An Army Of Windmills
4-18-08
There was a time
I would have sacrificed myself
For a love such as yours
There was a time
I would have gladly died
At the end of my own blade
There was a time
I would have battled
A legion of daemons
There was a time
I would have fought
An army of windmills
There was a time
I would have flown to the sun
Just to bring back light,
So you could chase away darkness
There was a time
I would have stood by your side
Even when I knew you were wrong
There was a time
I would have gladly died
To protect your honor
There was a time
I would have d
"Goodbye"
11-18-07
Dimmed and clouded eyes
Cast toward darkened skies
Heavy with compromise
Standing as a nation
Together in isolation
Twisted manipulation
Cold and broken hearted
This wasn't how we started
But it is how we parted
Deep and blackened oceans
To and fro, violent emotions
As time tides, turn devotions
To drown alone in the rain
Alive with the burn of pain
Knowing only, starting again
Cold and broken hearted
This wasn't how I started
But it is how I parted
To never know an other
The open arms of a mother
The sure hand of a brother
To walk among only daemons
Shunning the passing of suns
Is that why, everyon
Fear Not Death...Life by DoctorArnoldi, literature
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Fear Not Death...Life
Fear Not Death, but the Lack of Life
8-26-07
For A-
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
-T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land (1922)
I - Birth (and So It Begins)
I will not regard fear, in the desolate and empty sea
Past three wands, unknown. Three Fates, destiny.
Fear not death by water, but death by the inferno
Embrace the sun, release all, you could not know
Journeys end never reached, because never started
A destination, only dreamed of, by the fainthearted
Take my outstretched hand, to be your faithful squire,
Together we will endure mysteries of water and fire.
II - Lifes Game (a
Tempus Fugit
8-25-07
Omnes vulterant, ultima necat.
The minutes pass, slow and long
Yet Death is a mere heartbeat away
Life passes fleeting, a short song
Even though, I am reborn, everyday
The hours til your return, drag on
Endlessly spaces in betwixt hands
Time stops still, when youre gone
And the mighty gear of time, stands
The days pass, and together as one
As time flees, on her restless wings
Again, our moment together is done
When the ever heartless bell rings
Twas Dead Of Night
8-24-07
Twas dead of night, cold, damp and dreary
So to my berth, I went, spent and weary
A lone candle, cast a shadow, eerie
As I embrace my throw. Alone. Teary.
Twas dead of night, when I woke with a start
I woke with an empty place in my heart
And it is my deepest dreams, that impart
I always feel this way, when were apart
Twas dead of night, I sat, twisted by thought
While tearing at myself, broken and wrought
Struggling with my dreams of us, I fought
To distract my reflections of you, naught
When the Sky Was My Playground by DoctorArnoldi, literature
Literature
When the Sky Was My Playground
When The Sky, Was My Playground
8-23-07
I walked every mile after mile
The count on every country stile
Punished to a now endless journey
Measured longer than all eternity
Remembering when the sky,
Was my playground.
Ive roamed block after city block
Counted every last cobbled rock
The infinite number of faces pass
But I only see the face, of one lass
Remembering when the sky,
Was my playground.
Ive traveled so very far to find
To find the face, I have in mind
The one I gave up heaven for
My traded wings, pour ta amour
'Welcome To the World' by DoctorArnoldi, literature
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'Welcome To the World'
Welcome To the World
6-26-07
Based upon the photography of
leAlmighty
I stand at the edge of the world
Newborn, I have just become alive
I am naked, and I posses nothing
I throw open my arms, to embrace
The world is so big, I am so small
It is too much for me to hold at once
I stumble at the edge of the world
Ripples, which I have just caused
I am awakened, to what can do
I throw open my arms, to show
The world is so big, I am growing
I cant keep it to myself, I share
I run at the edge of the world
Young, and filled with wonder
I am awed, even the small things
I throw open my arms, to let go
The world is
These are the Sorrows, all three of whom I know.
Levana and Our Ladies of Sorrow
Thomas De Quincey
Inaccessible
6-3-07
Inspired by the photography of
etchapare
There is a place that I keep
At the far edge of the world
There is a place with a keep
Where I leave all the daemons
For which I can not control
There is a place that I keep
Where no one touches me
Unless I want them to
There is a place with a keep
Where I lock myself away
A place surrounded by mist
The reminisce of time lost,
Remains of dreams forgotten
There is a place that I keep
Built on the sharp edges of sorrow
'light absorbing machine' by DoctorArnoldi, literature
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'light absorbing machine'
light absorbing machine
5-27-07
Inspired by the photography of
bosniak
It takes a lot of energy
To be this big
That is why it is so dark
And I am so pale
It takes so much power
Just to move me
That is why I run hot
But touch so cold
It takes a lot of juice
To run this fast
And I am such a waste
Consumed
I Fell Apart
5-23-07
Inspired by the photography of
leAlmighty
You made a wish
And I fell apart
Each little piece
Slowly floats away
Silken parachutes
I will never know
What your wish was
But if it was for me
To come back
A thousand fold
Then on the wind
I whisper
As you wish.
Book of Secrets
5-16-07
Based upon the photography of
rebel-scum
A book of secrets, both, good and bad
A hiding place, for words, gone mad
Some I have shown, the rest are mine
Born in laughter, or drowned in brine
A book of secrets, I keep well hidden
Locked away in the dark, forbidden
Protected by a key, that has no twin
Lest someone discovers, whats within
A book of secrets, no one knows about
But every once in awhile,
A secret, claws its way out
'Stagnant' - deviant series by DoctorArnoldi, literature
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'Stagnant' - deviant series
Stagnant
5-11-07
Inspired by the artwork of
Beloved-Creature
Wallowing in the depths of my own despair
I trudge along, sinking, consumed, embraced,
Wrapping myself up in everything I believe,
In everything that I have ever loved, denied.
I look, distraught, at what I could not save
Everything that I have left twisted and wrought
Again and again, I find myself endlessly tripping
Over my own heart,
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Well it's that time again. No, not the Olympics. I won't even rant about that fiasco at the moment. No, it's time to vote again. The dubious honor of choosing "the leader of the free world". Normally, whilst you are out pulling that curtain closed and making your choice, I am at home, standing in the shower with the curtain pulled closed, doing the same thing. (jerking off motions). The difference is: when I'm done, I have something to show for. (all apologies to George Carlin for stealing his joke.) Anyway, this year I have decided to make my voice heard. I have chosen whom it is I am going to vote for.
I think my choice will solve the Olym
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Is a glass half empty or half full? Now psychologically, this question is basically designed to determine whether I am pessimistic or optimistic. The answer would be: both. The glass cannot be half empty without being half full. So it would depend on my perspective. From my perspective, I don't believe it is up to me, to determine whether the glass is full or empty. Does the glass think it is half empty? Or does the water believe it only half fills the glass and that at some point it may achieve total capacity? Or maybe it is the other way around and the water thinks it will finally fully escape it
Hi, i would like to appologise for not reading any of your works lately for i am quite short on time here but i promise i will do some catching up soon.
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