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Name: Gio
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 1/27/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Lets see, where shall I begin..I like writing poetry (Flowing free verse, unmetered prose)..Trying to get proficient at writing short stories, so I wanna start writing soon and maybe share them with some freinds..I got bit by the anime and manga bug, but I haven't reached otaku status yet ^_^ But I plan on writing some fan fiction..Being a gamer, got sucked back into that too..Music, the soundtrack of my life, how could I ever do without it..whimsical musings with my brothers Matthius and Brennon...deep conversation at coffee houses or restaurants with friends (My idea of a grand evening), the noble code (A fusion of chivalry, bushido, buddhism), and reflection under the night sky, where my mind flows with ideas I never thought existed, the depth of existence and solitude
Expertise: I suppose writing, but I don't think I'm to good at it to call it an expertise..Psychology, college football statistics, forensic science shows, ummm, don't think much else
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Occupation: Student
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AIM:  TheNobleRomancer
Member Since:
8/21/2003
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- Until Dusk -
You send me
to realms unknown.
Visions pure, born through
the depths of feeling.
Dreams trying to tell me
of long forgotten memories
slipped through the cracks,
like sand through
a tightly closed hand.
You send me
to the caverns of my heart.
Visions pure, born through
the depths of pain.
The labyrinth within,
subterranean by design,
trying to find the fragments
long since buried beneath.
It is only empty inside.
You send me
to the chambers of my mind.
Visions pure, born through
the depths of meaning.
Through cerebral strands,
erratic dreaming.
Cryptic signs, searching
for answers through lies.
These strands expand into
frustrating sighs.
You send me, love,
to the cliffs by the sea,
set adrift on memories of you.
Visions pure, born through
the depths of sadness.
An ocean of tears,
the horizon neverending,
I stare off in the distance
toward the sun,
descending. | | |
| - Reflection on the Sound of Raindrops -
Shut eyes, deep reflection
on the sound of raindrops.
Lost in depth, cleansing the pain
harbored within my heart, a cancer
caused by the poisons of my trials.
Shut eyes, slowly drifting,
lying alone in confinement.
Within stasis, dreams for a moment
of peace, in and out of consciousness,
dreams and reality blended seamlessly.
Shut eyes, Staying alive,
while I live life to die.
Wasting away, tossed
through the sands of my time,
destroyed by my desolate mind.
Shut eyes, as days go by and nights fall
Pulling over the nightime shroud,
of my velvet pall.
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| - Wavering Manifest -
Opposite corners, looking
through curtains of rain.
Entrancing attention,
My eyes meet yours,
the beautiful one.
Visual transmissions
a pleasing aesthetic.
A beautiful quality,
a painting by Renoir,
yet greater than any
masterpiece, surreal
imagery Daliesque, too
fantastic to be reality,
a persistence of mind.
Shift positions, walking
across, feelings manifest,
One look past each other,
Silent interference, Never
look back.
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| Four Corners Toward Salvation
Solitude
A vision of four enclosed walls.
Suspend animation.
Pull the trigger,
A trickle of smoke, burst of fire
Short circuit connections
Shadows in the corner
prepare the gallows.
The knot begets the noose.
Sanguine teeth, tear through flesh.
The cold steel on the table
thirsts for blood.
The cup and the container,
aqua blue capsules, swallow whole,
Float on peacefully, death by dreaming.
In the middle, between the four
corners, the exhausted one.
Could this chamber of horrors be
his only path toward salvation? | | |
| - Masked Addiction -
Solitary company, echoing voices on playback,
the whispers of a quiet conversation.
Tormenting refrain, white noise, the lack
of filter, blocks the path to salvation.
Long forgotten words, ancient melodies, play
to the tune of rain, blessed curse.
Through the murky waters, make a way,
Ancient memories in the wind, disperse.
Tears of blood, cry out in the night,
seek to cure what's deep inside.
Frightened of what's become, losing the fight,
In the depths of sedation, I hide. | | |
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