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i'm a man not of matter but all
manner of magic, tragically static
in the havoc i inhabit--
but you're drastically iconoclastic,
in the depths of my whirling madness
you're only searching for the sadness
tearing down veils on your no rails trail
through the hell i've made for myself
oh the tales you'll tell when you've sailed
my deadly seas, nearly drowning in my ink
just to get to me
just so you can be the spark in the dark that
kickstarts my heart and parts me from the
part of me that was guarding me--
tonight you're my light as i wander from
this shadowed, hollowed hollow and into
the hallowed dream of tomorrow; sorrows
unchained from my brain, inspiration flows
free, a shivering river of prose and poetry--
all thanks to an amused muse who defused
my defenses and infused me with intention
so pay attention:
you've ignited me, incited me and righted me
and now i'm a brighter me, alive with
inspired fire and capable of burning the turning
world with a verse about a universe that
never seemed like heaven--you were my spark,
the madness in my method.
manner of magic, tragically static
in the havoc i inhabit--
but you're drastically iconoclastic,
in the depths of my whirling madness
you're only searching for the sadness
tearing down veils on your no rails trail
through the hell i've made for myself
oh the tales you'll tell when you've sailed
my deadly seas, nearly drowning in my ink
just to get to me
just so you can be the spark in the dark that
kickstarts my heart and parts me from the
part of me that was guarding me--
tonight you're my light as i wander from
this shadowed, hollowed hollow and into
the hallowed dream of tomorrow; sorrows
unchained from my brain, inspiration flows
free, a shivering river of prose and poetry--
all thanks to an amused muse who defused
my defenses and infused me with intention
so pay attention:
you've ignited me, incited me and righted me
and now i'm a brighter me, alive with
inspired fire and capable of burning the turning
world with a verse about a universe that
never seemed like heaven--you were my spark,
the madness in my method.
this a literature entry for the "be the spark" contest.
my spark is
,whose mere presence is enough to make me wonder why i don't submit more often. i don't write anything anymore without wondering what she'd say about it; our long discussions about life, the universe and everything serve as inspiration for so much of my work i might as well put her name on it too. she reminds me constantly that the human race is not hopeless, that people are not all bad, and that writing something is always worth it. she's vivid in a place so full of gray people.
so i guess i owe you a thank you,. 
my spark is
,whose mere presence is enough to make me wonder why i don't submit more often. i don't write anything anymore without wondering what she'd say about it; our long discussions about life, the universe and everything serve as inspiration for so much of my work i might as well put her name on it too. she reminds me constantly that the human race is not hopeless, that people are not all bad, and that writing something is always worth it. she's vivid in a place so full of gray people.so i guess i owe you a thank you,
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This makes me so happy.
It perfectly describes the nature of our relationship once it got to a certain point....maybe three or four months after I met you and all that weirdly dramatic aim chat business was over. I remember the long nights when I would walk my dog and we'd tick each other off and still manage to have civil conversation. I remember the point at which I stopped trying to be your savior and just tried to be your friend. To know that I still have the same presence in your mind as you have in mine is ridiculously heartwarming and encouraging and I wish I could hug you right now. It's a great poem in itself, but being woven through it in this way is more important to me than you know.
Thanks, Chez
It perfectly describes the nature of our relationship once it got to a certain point....maybe three or four months after I met you and all that weirdly dramatic aim chat business was over. I remember the long nights when I would walk my dog and we'd tick each other off and still manage to have civil conversation. I remember the point at which I stopped trying to be your savior and just tried to be your friend. To know that I still have the same presence in your mind as you have in mine is ridiculously heartwarming and encouraging and I wish I could hug you right now. It's a great poem in itself, but being woven through it in this way is more important to me than you know.
Thanks, Chez