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Friday, July 8th, 2005
11:02 am

skate_2night
uh, yea
i dont really kno what this communitys about really
b/c people are posting poetry &&
im getting a little confused
explain? thanks

current mood: hyper
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Sunday, January 9th, 2005
12:49 am - For Your Reading Pleasure

danparables
danparables

I would like you to read my earliest version of the book I'm working on. It's finally put together. Read it! It's my Christian testimony in allegorical form. Get to know me. And if I find any brothers or sisters who write this same style, please reveal yourselves. I'm searching for you out there.





HE GAVE ME EARS TO HEAR: AN ANTHOLOGY OF PARABLES GOD USED TO DRAW ME NEAR

[An online book]

(C) Daniel Arnold 2002-2005.





(http://www.xanga.com/drawingnearer )
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Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
9:24 am - Alone by E.A. Poe

discordandnight
Mm. I'm new here; unaware if introductions are a requirement necessary. I feel, however, that they are a polite way to begin; thus here is mine:
I am EriK (must capitalize the 'K' in EriK, yes), otherwise known as 'Poe' (as he is my soul); if you address me, you may call me either.
I was invited by one danparables, who caught sight of my journal and thought I might enjoy this community (thank you).
I've spent a time perusing this journal and find that, indeed, it seems my cup of interest.
With that, I'd like to post one of my faves by (you guessed correctly) E.A. Poe:

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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


current mood: apologies, yet I am sick
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Sunday, July 18th, 2004
9:02 am - help...I'm stupid

dazzlife
hey all..I'm new at this so can someone please explain to me what An Hour to Madness and Joy by W. Whitman is all about?
Thank you so much
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Sunday, May 16th, 2004
4:15 pm

thefatherschild
Paradise is the unknown,
what we don't have,
Paradise is satisfaction.
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Thursday, May 6th, 2004
12:11 am

thefatherschild

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Tuesday, April 6th, 2004
5:41 pm - Comparing Dickinson and Whitman--- w/Possible Interpretations of Astra Castra

thefatherschild
Astra Castra

Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled,
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.

---- notes I wrote way back.....
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Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
5:27 pm

thefatherschild
Man Building his Beauty







The Natural


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5:03 pm - When I Met the Sublime-- An Allegorical Hell

thefatherschild
darkness
By Daniel Arnold
PPPFUA Admin.
Somehow this man knew his time was running out and this tiny, isolated world of fear, pain, and disgust would soon be his.  But he never imagined that would mean losing his candle light and not even being able to see his things as he would sense even more intensifying evil all about.  
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6:54 am - another lovely piece

bonnylass
Oh My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose



Oh, my love is like a red,red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns
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12:31 am - Show Me Your Version of the Sublime

thefatherschild
In God's Hands
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12:00 am - (Untitled)

thefatherschild



Oh little writer you...
don't try to impress me.

L E T I T F L O W !

Words disperse like raindrops,
from the hot desert,
sand dunes,
Mysterious.

Little is known about where they go,
or how they got there,

But the parched Earth hungrily soaks up the moisture just the same.

Copyright Daniel Arnold (2002)
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12:01 am - One of my personal favorites

bonnylass
RED IS THE ROSE

cho: Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Comer over the hills to your darling;
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
And the moon and the stars they were shining;
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.

It's not for the parting tht my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother,
"Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.
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Friday, April 2nd, 2004
11:53 pm - Whose your favorite Romantic Writer?

thefatherschild


(Mine is William Wordsworth.)
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