johnr0x17
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Well, where to begin, I was born in Cherokee, North Carolina. My grandfather died just recently, very unfortunate passing indeed. In my writings of poetry and such related material I prompt and issue tothe public that this is my own orginal work and not copy right infringement that violates the sanctity of the very Bill Of Rights. Like I said I;m strictly formal with my manuscripts.
“I enjoy the comapny of others, it keeps my heart healthy, it is love that surrounds me. Every perosn needs somebody else, they just need time of some sort, a trial to prove love is irrelevant, it just takes time away from them.”
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Any way thanks for coming to my webpage, enjoy your browsing, you’l find every thing to be in it’s exact position.
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johnr0x17 is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Character Development, Greek and Roman Mythology and Melbourne & Victoria.
Journal Entries
the truth behind our lives
Posted about 1 month ago.
The secret Manifestos of Zacharah Riddle
Posted 10 months ago.
Unscrupulous Mage
Posted 11 months ago.
Hope A Decision consisted of a Thousand Words
Posted about 1 year ago.
Selfless Trinket
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
A Poor Oak Amissed In The Dark Corners of An Abyss
Posted about 1 year ago.
The Moonlight
Posted about 1 year ago.
The Advent of Sacred Memento
Posted about 1 year ago.
The Stream of light
Posted about 1 year ago.
The Frost
Posted about 1 year ago.
Writing
A tribute to sleepy hollow
O Priestess in the vaults of Death, / O sweet and bitter in breath, The tidings beget much fret / The darken cloak oft invokes / The strides affront / That massive steed / Til horseman and horse / …
The Encouragement of Conviction
The lies swept along the winds Gales from the haunted Drudged upon the wicked Sternly set As the rest Let and disallow The formalities of evil A canary of lost hopes Dares flut…
The Sons Ode
Bewildered are our sons of glory / As the sun shone the light / In light of these weary scores / a drudgery to dare cast our flood of tears Into the abyss / We cannot afford ever more / None shall …
the calling of the angels of god
pour into my soul, again / O angel of the den / whose crossed both worlds / mine as well as yours / surely the blessed shall retain / their benign talents and goodly hearts the same / such ecstasy fl…
The Heartache of dante
The Heartache of Dante Those bred of hatred Often underlie a more sinister aspect Foe to those lords of the earth How now foeman, art thou Esteem’st to provoke thy sorrow Awaiting …
The Scarlet Sunset
Our lives but leaves blowing in the breeze Surrendering to whence the wind has blown Taking and fore taking the ebb of time In its fast hands For we are the wind that blows We are the s…
