Age 21





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Welcome desperate loners to my cadenced introduction.
I’m a walking glimpse of light in a world full of corruption.
In a rhythmic frame of mind, send a message, VIP,
To the pseudonym-clad writer, who'll stay so, you can see.

I’m a wordsmith with a weapon, a pen, a blade, whatever;
Dropping lines so fast and pointed its a primary endeavor.
Ask me for the truth I’ll give it with no hesitation,
But I’ll ask the same of you, the other side of the equation.

I’m a work of art, a frame of mind,
A mystery, a point in time,
A woven net of just one line,
A Socrates who works in rhyme.

I’ll present it just once more, it’s my final invitation,
Send a message to the scholar of the modern generation.
If you seek a deep discussion, you have come to the right place,
To the pseudonym-clad writer, whose name has been erased.

English Spanish; Castilian Latin
Archery Architecture Traveling and exploration
Whitewater rafting Writing Chess Church/church activities Cryptography Foreign language learning Hiking Hunting Pyrotechnics Self Defense Shooting Sketching Psychology

Born in: United States

Lives in: United States

Stamps Collected (8)
Kuwait Israel Czech Republic Netherlands United States
Awards Collected (2)
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1 year ago

I come here from depths long unseen, Halls of stone hewn by thoughts long at work. From the caverns of mind long grown keen, I emerge here to seek one to irk. From solitude long undisturbed, I bring gifts of tidings to win The minds of all wise but perturbed. Clarity to chaos, and then back again. If before your eyes life seems to wither, And the colors of worlds turn to grey, I bid thee to reach out just hither, And we'll trod beyond night or day.


1 year ago

Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made; Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky. - Frederick Lehman (1917)



1 year ago

Behold, I have a new image by which to be known. A picture for my profile, black with white undertone, Airborne bird of insight dodging every pointed test. My council knows it well, it's my own seal and my crest. It rings back to Ephesians where one can easily read Of fiery darts of wicked ones. This warning we should heed. Be wise as owls, looking far at what lies in your path. Heed arrows, watch the Light, and you will escape the wrath.