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| Greetings and Warnings |
Welcome to my web site. I plan to devote this site to me: specifically, my beliefs, my likes and dislikes and, more importantly, MY poetry. If you do not understand what I mean when I say MY Poetry, you should probably leave NOW. If you steal my stuff, that will not make us friends and no one really wants to be the opposite of friends, right? (Also, there's this little thing called a copyright that I have on a great deal of my stuff. You wouldn't want to take any chances and get sued for stealing it.) Now that that messy little matter is out of the way, enter and enjoy.
FYI: I have created a new website called
Barmecidal Glory
It is a short story site so I am going to add more poetry to this site and move all my short stories to that one. The other web host displays my stories without cutting off words or ends of words, so please visit that site!
About Me
Some Info about me:
Favorite Colors: Green, Black, Yellow and Blue
Favorite Musical Groups: Too many to list but I'll suffice it with Staind, Smile Empty Soul, and Puddle of Mudd (Lots of groups beginning with the letter S)
All time favorite is Staind.
Favorite writers: Edgar Allan Poe, John Grisham, Poppy Z. Brite (the older stuff), and others I can't think of right now.
People who know me think I'm eccentric. I think I"m simply misunderstood sometimes. You can be the judge. |
| What is that weird thing in the left hand corner of your page? |
That, friends, is a tribute to one of my alter-egoes. Some of you may know her. Her name is Porcufly. She is a porcupine with wings and the museum-quality artwork in the corner (that may or may not load) is but a humble representation of her beauty. |
| Why would you pick that title for your site? |
Why not? Seriously, the line is from a poem I wrote and when I was trying to come up with a catchy e-mail address, I mentally skimmed through lines of poetry (mine and some famous ones) and came up with that one. When I decided to make a site it was between this name and one of my other e-mail names. This name won. The poem is posted below.
[A{e}LUSION]
All I wish
Is that
I’d touch
The
Hands of time and
Have them
Snatch back
Years.
All I wish
Is that
I’d dip
In
Camphorous lakes and
Be made
New.
It drips and bleeds
The blood of
Slaughtered
Innocence-my
Dying childhood.
It squirms
And
shrieks the color
crimson— It’s running down
the
walls of my
be-gin-ing.
To find
Me
Dig thru
Hell.
To touch
Me
Shatter
Thoughts.
To reach
Me
Grasp the
Wound.
To kill
Me
Hide the
Sun.
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| Yes, I am in this picture. (and, no, I'm not the man.) |
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