<body> Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.
Beyond the mirror, beyond Oceanus

lies the ever elusive yet inevitable realm of Elysium. Attainable before the passing, yet only via the reflections of our inner thoughts. For only within can we find true redemption or true death. In the twilight hours before our time, we would thus pen and construct, a psychomantium of regret and forlorn hope, the leavings of many a consciousness.

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    Monday, April 16, 2007


    The Deaf Blind

    Dost the words tender thy ears?
    Dost the view grace thy sight?
    How frail--
    Is the man,
    Whom ill-bounded gifts, receive.

    Yet as thus, a bliss
    To hear, to see, not.

    The forest of whispers
    The mirage-d light
    The innocent thistle
    Life's folly delights

    The edge of horizon
    The cloud-banked peak
    The vestige of space
    Infinite greed

    A bliss,
    To hear, to see, not.

    Ere' is a man
    Whom commons, simples, satisfy.


    victor-y!
    To live out a day as the first and last in our life.
    To start afresh each time the solar hours glance upon the edges of the horizon.
    To fulfill your purpose with no lasting regrets at the end of day.
    That is living life to the fullest.
    How would it be if we began life every dawn and lay down to die every dusk?
    To not know of the morrow and expectations of the future?
    To strive to our very best as there is no procrastination, no excuses upon which our human weakness can fester?
    To bloom, spectacularly, and to end, the theatrical.

    -Schmier

    beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think