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Eric J Vozzy
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SeasonsFall The sense of: Dying FallingSeasons
Winter The reality of: Death Silence
Spring The birth of: Resurrection &nbs
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UnfaithfulOur lips touched In a dream (A daydream to be precise) But so removed from what is real (Like dreams always are)Unfaithful
What is a dream? I am told it is a reflection of me My “self” I am aware, yet you remain nameless, faceless
You haunt me Follow me Call me But you are silent
Then you leave Moving to someone else’s dream Every night, visiting a different victim of loneliness Adulterating your attempted conquests But I am onto you and this fleeting dream...so flee
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Driving to WorkI sit back and rest my eyes Peacefully progressing toward the sun The sound of flying guitars swirls in and out of my brain The perfect combination of nature and music theoryDriving to Work
There’s a specific note that propels me to the outer rim of reality Where reverse playback of all my memories Breeds ancient questions How did I get here? Where am I going? And why is life so hard?
Answers would only ruin the unforeseen – where He is present So I sit back and rest my mind And I look forward Touching the sun with a smile of contentment
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It Could Be WorserWho are you? and tell me the truth What moves you? What are you afraid of? What keeps you awake at night? I could violate you and surmise, but instead…It Could Be Worser
A wall, an enclosure that whispers, “keep out” Decorated on the outside with paintings Blurred with transparent paint Pictures of your heart, mind and soul Waiting for listening viewers…
I just heard someone call you a freak Another is worried about you So many more have stumbled in the dark Were they closing their eyes? Maybe they should close their eyes And look away from the pain Fr
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Unhindered FlatulanceIt was a well anticipated Sunday drive although, there was just the slightest hint of foulness in the air. The windows were closed as it was a bit warm and the air conditioning was running. “Do you smell that?” asked the Inspector with a peculiar grin on his face which revealed that he indeed had smelled this odor before. “I don’t smell a thing”, replied Remington with a devilishly sneaky look on his face while shaking his head oh so slightly. “Smells somewhat sulfuric and is all too familiar a smell to me”. The temperature rising a degree or two as a grin emerges from RemingtoUnhindered Flatulance
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- Current Residence: Charlotte, NC
- Interests: Poetry, Music, Movies, Guitar, Reading, Writing, The Bible, Philosophy
- Favourite movie: Star Wars, Rocky, The Matrix, Top Gun, The Breakfast Club, Almost Famous, Rockstar
- Favourite band or musician: Celldweller, Stryper, Steve Taylor, The Crystal Method, Johhny Cash, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd
- Favourite genre of music: Electronica/Industrial and Metal (or a combo of both)
- Favourite artist: God, Gustave Dore
- Favourite poet or writer: A.W. Tozer, C.S. Lewis, Ravi Zacharias, Andrew Schwab, Peter Balakian
- Favourite photographer: Kris Milo - www.shutupmilo.com (Deviant - mylow)
- Personal Quote: Is it love or the idea of being in love? - Pink Floyd
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, Paper, Thesaurus, Life, and Imagination
- Website: http://www.vozzmosis.com
- Email: erykblak@hotmail.com
- AIM: erykblak
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