Rant :(

I sometimes feel as if I dont rant enough. Now I know to some any rant is tomuch but looking back at how much I use to say with no substance and How little I say now when my words now posses much substance, I feel I should rant as much as possible just to make sure the world not only hears me but that time does not forget me. I talk, rant,vent, mumble,write,paint,and creat not for my self or others but for time and space to have a piece of me and what I was capable of doing. Come the new year this blog or another will expand almost daily and along with that so will my writing skills, So I hope. To much focus was being put on poetry and not basic writing so it made it difficult to produce on a regular basis. There is much I want to change and build with in my self so not to be the same person I have been stuck in mentaly. prepare for rants and maybe in the mess of it all a well worded verse may take shape and enter your heart and or mind.

A poem that has always had a place in my heart. Lord Byron was an amazing poet. 

just wanted to share it. 

HEN we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

 

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow--

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

 

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me--

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:

Lond, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

 

I secret we met--

I silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.