The Archpoet: His Confession

Seething over inwardly
With fierce indignation,
In my bitterness of soul,
hear my decleration.
I am of one element,
Levity my matter,
Like enough a withered leaf
For the winds to scatter.

Since it is the property
Of the sapient
To sit firm upon a rock,
It is evident
That I am a fool, since I
Am a flowing river,
Never under the same sky,
Transient forever.

Hither, thither, masterless,
Ship upon the sea,
Wandering through the ways of air,
Go the birds like me.
Bound am i by ne'er a bond,
Prisoner to no key,
Questing go I for my kind,
Find deprevity.

A portion of a poem by the Archpoet, in the late 1100's. It suits me well, methinks...

Where does it end? How many times do I have to wake up in a cold sweat wondering when I'll finally get caught, or when I'll finally get away? How many times do I have to [wipe the slate clean before I finally succeed]? When will the hell and the torture finally pay off? [And where is she when i need her the most?] Almost, it seems, a world away... I love you...

Hello and goodbye everyone... this is a message to let you know im still here and alive, but no longer dave... my new name is john :P so live it love it, and learn it folks..... i mean it :P

still around...... dont know why, but i am....... wish i could just disappear......

The wide, weird world of Daemeon Arkenyon Zane is now available for the low low price of a hug..... GET DOWN AND WRITE ME A FREAKIN MESSAGE!!!! :P