~Czarewich
Jacob Carewick
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These PlainsI have followed mice To the mouths of snakes Coiled round the legs Of a ladder to God. In the field where an old bird made love To a man made of straw I tried to steal his hat.These Plains
I have placed a foot upon the ladder, And fell. I have swam in the blood of those half eaten Mice Listened to their dying words, I never understood a squeek- and the hat don't fit.
by ~Czarewich
Old Collection ContinuedHere are some more of my older poems, coupled with the age at which I wrote them.Old Collection Continued
What else? - Age: 14
Bullets, bombs, bigamy Management of companies Fear of bombs, nuclear energy. Thoughts drown out by poverty
What else matters? The only thing lighter than my wallet is my will. Clothes in tatters I am starved, my children ill.
Get a job, do what I can- It takes some cash to have a plan; To have a dream, small or grand To live proud is to be a man.
What else can you do? Bring home the bread but that's all I can p
by ~Czarewich
Dreamer's DreamsWhere have all the dreamers gone? And what's more, where are dreams? Have they fallen to the depths of hell, Drown out by tearful screams?Dreamer's Dreams
Fear destroys the dreams of men And therefore dreams are fallen when A shadow casts its shady web Ignited in the devil’s den Then, and once more only then Do fallen dreams destroy the men.
A fallen dream will shackle thou To hellish regrets and fiery bites Of bitter ballets bastardizing Blackened bitter sleepless nights.
When, and what's more only when A dream begets a bitter end When m
by ~Czarewich
Magic TrickI can do magic. I can turn bottles Into smiles And smiles Into kisses. I know your tastes And I'll make mixes That'll turn your cheeks red. We'll share a smile Laugh a while Then end up in bed.Magic Trick
All the while inside my head Things are still mixed up, on the rocks.
by ~Czarewich
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The Harpist's TaleThe Harpist’s TaleThe Harpist's Tale
I have always loved strife
All of my life I have tried and travailed Endeavored and failed To pluck from my harps the most dissonant chords For my kings and liege lords Yet my strings only hum Keep it mum, while I strum And will not reflect the strange cords of my heart The discordant cords at the core of my heart That will not in life take a sensible part
So walking one day It was spring—surely May? I happened to traverse a broad river’s bank And there, wet and lank Hair of gold, skin of pearl
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Still LifeStill LifeStill Life
Upon a pile of ancient tomes—dust-bitten, curled with age— Amidst the crusted papers lies the remnants of a sage Full pale as sand, swept by the hand That time brushed past this cage Wherein once dwelt the mind that long since moldered—page by page—
And by the maw that lacks its jaw a candle slim and slight Lies guttered in its pool of wax and casts no more its light, And by the ear, a crystal tear Of goblet in the night Rests its brim against the rim of hearing’s deathly blight;
A quill and ink, a parchment scrap, a dise
by *orphicfiddler
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- Current Residence: Winnipeg, MB
- Interests: Writing, reading, movies, video games, talking
- Favourite movie: The Fountain, Watchmen, Sunshine, V for Vendetta, Idiocracy
- Favourite band or musician: Sage Francis, Clint Mansell, Emilie Simon, Serj Tankian, to name a few.
- Favourite genre of music: Almost anything, except for theoryofanicklecreed
- Favourite artist: M.C. Escher, Francis Bacon, Masahiro Ito
- Favourite poet or writer: W.B. Yeats, Philip K Dick, Oscar Wilde
- Favourite style of art: Surreal mostly, sci-fi, representative, steam punk, cyber punk, anything I guess.
- Favourite game: Half-Life, Metal Gear Solid, God of War, Time Splitters, Diablo, Starcraft
- Favourite gaming platform: PC, PS3, Wii
- Personal Quote: "We're all living in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars" - Wilde
- Tools of the Trade: Sticky notes, notepads and keyboards
- Email: Jake_Carewick@hotmail.com
- MSN: Jake_Carewick@hotmail.com
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