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About me - S. james-T Ward

Well into this journey yet further still its end, I ready myself daily for the seemingly endless traverse.
Armed with the insight of Thoreau, I struggle to keep at length the haunting availed by the likes of Poe, Milton and others blessed by a heavenly foresight

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Demons: 1 of 86
Face to Face(I Fail)The saber stands upright its edge glimmers in the sunwhet appeal shall thee reveal a foe there face to face.And shallow waters downward flow-collecting in their runevery bloody droplet cast or frozen in disgrace.Leave thy strength to feed while need hungers more at mornwhence lain downcast aft evening task... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A kiss: 2 of 166
Sweet BreathOnce met then soon thereafter keptof dew and downy meadow blestwhere stalks toward their sun drunk mornand blooms are finally born.Grasses green, still moist respondunto the breezes swept upondispersed their scantly perfumed airbefore it disappearsTi's there, in remnant sin with youand taste of remnant residuemy l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rainbows: 1 of 51
Hues in Trespass...The morning sky left to dieit seems as thunder bid good byeand lightning then withdrew its stingits whetted edge and blood beginsdrop by seething droplet byits trespass wounds and wing.Fabric torn of heavens weaveand earthly sky set betweenweeps of misting crimson threadpallid hues and listless bledmelding ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Skin: 1 of 25
Scented Sweet;Ti's scented-softly touched and sweetthat drawn upon shall I retreatTi's scented-goddess thee allureunto thy gardens fragrance more;And taste whence thirsting so to sipthe infinite drool amid thy lipsand suckling every moment strongthy nectar ladened tongue upon.O maiden let thy whisper fallnot e'er unto another... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Horror: 4 of 66
Red Flames Red Sun:Too many scattered members cladsometimes in naked stainsStains to me somehow remaincolored bloody, bits in vainleft to city sweepers yetto till the quaking grounds around;to soothe each maudlin level downas near again perfect.These streets should sing with mandolinsabreast each two by twowhile rows well kep... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The wind: 6 of 96
Listen...Fair breezes turn toward meunto my senses stiradrift upon their wing the stingand memory of thee a blur;and fallen then upon the groundmy knees bent and taken downyour precious mem'ry drawn from memy heart so violently.Yet laughter there the winds assailthe void where once we labored inas lovers while our love had fa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Flight of the butterfly: 2 of 32
Splashes, Blues and Gray:Summons from a tarry roundthe cut and cleaner green surroundand this late after-noon todayall breezes held at bay.Near-by in free and frolic lightagainst his solitary flightas if it's trespass wings betrayanother morrow day.If strings upheld each dip and dronein harmony your sojourn homeor gift agains... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ghosts: 4 of 52
Shades Against the Light:I bid when first ye come to mewhilst quiet still and soft arraywhen all about your queer display,adieu reality;And evening lingers lost from thereno thoughts nor past illusions tollTime redeems it's self controlspace a selfless stare.The wanderings benign and bravesurface from those mute recedesresidu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: First love: 8 of 94
If You Remember...If, through a hundred broken heartsand tears enough the seas to rise,the distance lost tween you and Imight ne'er had we to part.Recall, our hands wrapped amidthe warm, the tender skin withinthat time in timid trial wekissed, O Claire answer me;And send in space another kissthough tainted and betrayed in tim... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Arrogance: 4 of 46
The Illicit Curse;Strong breezes from the northon edge and bent in sharp arrestcarry from the valley forceimpurities of death.Or vengeance lain the swords disdainwhen raised and held a prisoner frailand spirits measured soft remainthe wages of the scale.Alas when met at lances endblood-dipped and tempered setThe meek, O souls... More..