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Of Wood And Woman

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 11:20:30 GMT

Of Wood And Woman
written by A. J. Derro

As with tact, overt style takes its place
Surrounded airtight all the while by want and need
Asphyxiated, basest things come forth
Proceed as one will react
Grains of concrete set the abstract

Pinning aged rings taut to bow
You've gained my own by all I give
Two arches, held by the other at either end
parallel for lengths we both will allow.

The fruits by labor of hearts, now exhumed;
another hurt, now the hunt is done
But begun again, the time to tell tale:
Of wonders; both wood and woman won.

Among forest empty, for made void of man
what calls forth of womankind
May bait the tastes and intoxicate matter
of modest male's mettled mind

Taut between restraints of what one can and will not do
To opt your self for favor, sate in subtleties

And light from something burning that can't be ashed out is turning the leaves.
I can start to see my way out of the forest for all the trees.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:21:29 GMT

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 13:20:48 GMT

...but these places and these faces are getting old...

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,

So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 15:18:10 GMT

I saw a bit about this on TV and just thought it was really awesome. :)

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 22:46:51 GMT

All right... I promise. ~ Cloud Strife

I know you got problems... hell, we all do. But you gotta understand that there ain't no gettin' offa this train we're on, till we get to the end of the line. ~ Barret Wallace

Words aren't the only way to tell someone how you feel. ~ Tifa Lockhart

I want to know you. The real you. ~ Aerith Gainsborough

An informed question. But difficult to answer. I am what you see. ~ Nanaki

What you pursue will be yours... but you will lose something dear. ~ Cait Sith

I don't care what you are doing, so much as the idiotic way that you are doing it. ~ Vincent Valentine

I don't want to regret not having done something later. ~ Cid Highwind

You gotta do it then. You gotta live true to yourself. ~ Yuffie Kisaragi

Friday, May 25, 2007

Fri, 25 May 2007 00:58:22 GMT

I have days where I hate my life
The little things and the big ones too
Last night when I lost my cool with my girl
Lord it put me in a bad mood

I have fits when I when I don't fit in
Then I worry if things don't work out
I look around at all the truth that there is
And all I see is what is there to doubt

But I know that I'm a lucky man
I've been given a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a place to make my stand
That won't go crumbling like some other ones can
This tired body's still runnin' good
My mind's becoming the way that it should
I got my supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And one more day to be me
Lord knows I'm a lucky man

I've got some friends who would be here fast
I can call 'em any time of day
Got a family behind my back
Got a mother who I swear is a saint
Got a good used car from the lot
Got a firm grip on all that I've got
Know I'm heading for a rough place
Know I'll go and make it out okay

'Cause I know that I'm a lucky man
I've been given a damn fine hand
Got a heart and an other one to come home to
That won't go running like some other partners do
This old soul's still singin' clear
My mind's been better than the way that it was last year
I got my paycheck comin', my guitar strumming
And one more day to just do what I can
Lord, I know that I'm a lucky man

This old soul's still singin' clear
I'll name my demons and face my fears
Cry a few happy tears, 'cause there's joy to be had
And looking back now, you know, it ain't been so bad
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm a lucky man
I'm a lucky lucky man

Now I know that I'm a lucky man.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Wed, 16 May 2007 20:36:22 GMT

That I might yeild

By unrelenting flow.

And by base association

Come to know.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Sun, 13 May 2007 21:15:29 GMT

1. YOU HAVE 10 BUCKS AND NEED TO BUY SNACKS AT A GAS STATION. WHAT DO YOU GET?
Let’s assume it’s a WAWA station. Let’s also assume it’s morning, before work. I would buy at least one Sizzli sandwich, prolly the biscuit sausage one, but maybe bacon, you never know. That sandwich MUST be accompanied by a milk. It’s usually cookies and cream WAWA milk, although I secretly LOVE the strawberry, but am always afraid of looking like overly and overtly feminine if I bring it to the counter. Stupid, I know, but… The remainder of the money? Hot dog, chips, and maybe some dark chocolate. Oh, and any small change goes into the little charity boxes they have.

02. IF YOU WERE REINCARNATED AS SOME SORT OF SEA DWELLING CREATURE, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?
The devil-red octopus from hell. Yay discovery channel!

03. WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE REDHEAD?
Danielle, despite all we’ve been through. I know few other redheads, most of them from T.V.

04. WHAT DO YOU ORDER WHEN YOU'RE AT AN IHOP?
Same thing I order at most diners. Two of the two egg special, scrambled, with bacon and rye.

05. LAST BOOK YOU READ?
Ender’s Game, by Orson Scott Card. One of my favorites.

06. HAVE YOU MADE OUT WITH ANYONE ON YOUR FRIENDS LIST?
Yes, two.

07. DESCRIBE YOUR FAVOURITE PAIR OF UNDERWEAR.
Prolly the ones I’m wearing right now. They’re new and they’re sky blue and they’re comfy for boxer-briefs.

08. DESCRIBE THE LAST TIME YOU WERE INJURED.
I got a blood bruise that surprised and confused me. I later figured out it was from throwing the football around and catching it in the exact same spot about 50 times in a row.

09. OF ALL YOUR FRIENDS, WITH WHOM WOULD YOU WANT TO BE STUCK IN A WELL?
Jake; it would be the least awkward. (Think how much space there is in a well, and which body parts would have to mesh together… Yeah.)

10. ROCK CONCERT, OR SYMPHONY?
X-Japan; best of both.

11. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE?
UrbanSkyline.jpg

12. SODA?
Bubbly. Is that what you were asking for, a description? No? Then don’t be so vauge.

13. FLAVOR OF PUDDING?
None. Unless it’s frozen. Then it doesn’t matter.

14. WHAT TYPE OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
A-shirt. Nicer name for a beater. I’m planning on putting a nice dress shirt over it for when I go out today.

15. PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION?
Ha! You want a history? I’ll spare you. Here’s the current event: Depakote ER 1500 mg once daily at night. Seraquel (sp?) 500 mg once daily as night as well. Benadryl as needed for sleep.

16. IF YOU COULD USE ONLY ONE FORM OF TRANSPORTATION FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
If everyone else were in the same situation, rollerblades. But if I were the only one getting around that way, I wouldn’t want to be; car.

17. HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE ON YOUR FRIENDS LIST?
20. I’ve been refining, and it was a small list to start. They’re all quality though, so I’m content with what I’ve got.

18. HOW MANY PEOPLE IN YOUR LIST DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE?
All 20.

19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Sparse, intermitted traffic sounds, birds, etc.

20. MOST RECENT MOVIE YOU'VE WATCHED IN A THEATERS?
300 maybe. Second time, actually, I went to see it again, this time with family.

21. IF YOU COULD INVENT ONE THING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
A vaccine for Bi-polar. Want to know something great? It’s in the making. Scientists say there’s progress in the invention of such a thing. Won’t help me, but the gene is hereditary. I hope they figure it out soon.

22. NAME AN ACTOR/ACTRESS YOU'VE HAD THE HOTS FOR.
Winona Ryder. First from Scissorhands, then from Interrupted. Classic beauty, mixed with just a hint of hottie, in my opinion. Although I’ve been told she’s a little old for me. How old is she now?

23. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CITY?
Harleysville. Next on the list is Sea Isle.

24. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF CAKE?
Pound. Next is Ice Cream.

25. WHAT'S THE FIRST WORD THAT COMES TO MIND RIGHT NOW?
Sensational.

26. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM IN PERSON?
60 seconds ago when she pulled into the drive.

27. WHO GOT YOU TO JOIN MYSPACE?
Little bro prolly.

28. WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR DINNER LAST NIGHT?
Grilled cheese blt without the l or the t. Of course, people commented lol.

29. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RESIDING IN THE CURRENT CITY YOU LIVE IN?
18 of my 20 years.

30. IS TOM ON YOUR FRIENDS LIST?
Yeah. Is it optional to take him off?

31. WHAT'S THE LAST THING YOU SAID OUTLOUD?
No. My mom asked me if I noticed that it was hot in the room. It isn’t.

32. LOOK TO YOUR LEFT. WHAT DO YOU SEE?
A fan. Hence the not hotness.

33. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON THAT SPENT $100 ON YOU?
My parents, to pay the medical bills not covered by my insurance.

34. WHO'S YOUR FAVOURITE TENNIS PLAYER?
Anna Cornacopia, ‘cause she’s the only one anyone ever talks about. I don’t follow obscure sports.

35. WHEN WAS YOUR LAST KISS?
Long ago enough that I miss the feeling, not so long ago that I’d forget how to do it with feeling.

36. WHAT'S THE LAST PIECE OF CLOTHING YOU BOUGHT?
Shorts for the summer from Wal-Mart.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Thu, 10 May 2007 13:53:17 GMT

Just wrote this one this morning/afternoon.

I really like it, it's understandable and upbeat, two things I'm trying for in me, and also in what I write.

Dressed best, for the succession

Of an overall obsession with myself

I’m giv’n no cap and gown

But that won’t get me down

‘Cause there’s a party in the local park

And everybody’s there

And sharing space reminds me of such times

When little else was needed of me

Being in this time has tried me

And for once I’m finding I’ve survived the test

And rest is something I have earned up on my self

My guests’ unselfish reminiscences

Of elementary school

Are supplemental to my health

And complimentary to my being

Seeing is a skill I hadn’t had until ‘twas plain to see

But now that there’s no reason to refrain

I see no reason to abstain as well

As only I can

Calling out my status to the crowds

Who, as a whole, could care not

Much more than not at all

Not at all to blame are they

Are they and I the same in way?

I wonder.

Once more I will make to win

And take all that I can of all that’s

Been up on a pedestal

Two feet high.

But what am I to it?

Bit by the better bug

I bide for better things

As summer sings.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 23:37:08 GMT

This is my vice that I will break
This is my christ in arms today
This is my golden chance

To fight the odds that never seem to change.