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Time on the Farm by wizemanbob, literature

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Time on the Farm

Hello love, This week, a lot has happened. But not really much of anything. We burned a lot of the deadfall. Used some old receipts and documents as kindling along with other worn out boxes. Got a good fire going. Lasted a few hours. Put a hole in my sleeve with an ember that flew. I used a metal tentpole to work the fire. My brother believes me now when I say the elements work funny around me. See, the fire was going pretty good, and I was going around it, stirring up the ashes below and moving ash off the top. You know, trying to keep it going without having to add fuel constantly. And I'd stand in a place for a moment, and the wind would

The Ropes by wizemanbob, literature

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Hail, Vermont by wizemanbob, literature

I Am by wizemanbob, literature

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I Am

I am that thing Glaring from the mirror When I try to face myself I am the one I never can trust To be alone with I am that thing Who can't go out In public I am the one Without rudder, without sail Without compass, without map I am that thing Who just falls and falls And never sees why I am the one Who can't sleep For fear of dreams I am that thing Who listens in the night For the beating of another heart I am the one afraid of the light but scared of the dark I am the one Who never wakes From nightmares

Tombstone by wizemanbob, literature

Rules for the Pen by wizemanbob, literature

Bedtime Prayer by wizemanbob, literature

You Don't Have to Try by wizemanbob, literature

Poetry in My Soul by wizemanbob, literature

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Poetry in My Soul

There is no poetry in my soul. It is not merely formless, It simply isn't there. This skill I have with words Falls flat when shown to The elegance beyond prose. Passion, that thing That heats the heart And sears the soul, Is chilled by my tongue. Passion instills form. Form creates a vessel. The vessel stores the beauty. The beauty is the nectar That flows pure into The heart and mind of The reader, whose soul Is fed by that elegance. But I cannot feed souls. This formless waste I prepare Is poison, nothing more.

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This Used to be America by wizemanbob, literature

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My Pledge by wizemanbob, literature

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My Pledge

I pledge allegiance to my Flag, Of the United States of America; Not to this Republic o'er which it flies, Nor pledge I to those who lead it, But to the intentions from which it was born And to those same for which it would be borne. I do not pray for peace, Nor do I pray for war. I pray for the ability to abide in both. For though it be peace I crave, Still to me was given shield and sword. With perseverant vigilance will I unearth All malevolence from within and without, That my valor may justly preserve That pure innocence I do so love. I live in this land That I may die on this land. But better still that I might die for

Tomorrow by wizemanbob, literature

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be better than today, simply because it is not today. Tomorrow will be better than today, you will learn something special. Tomorrow will be better than today, you will make the right choices. Tomorrow will be better than today, because anything can happen. Tomorrow will be better than today, your wisdom will be fuller. Tomorrow will be better than today, you will be one day older. Tomorrow will be better than today, life will not pass you by. Tomorrow will be better than today, for you will have hope. Tomorrow will be better than today, simply because it is not today. And after tomorrow, what then?

Reborn by wizemanbob, literature

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Reborn

I am not a god of war. Not exactly. Really, I never was. And I don't ever plan to be. I was a warrior in a past life, long before man recorded history. Before the world was changed to the feeble thing it is now. I was unmatched in every martial discipline, rivaled by few in the crafting of arms, and singular in many achievements. I was the spirit of battle. Then I let myself die. I was not killed, as some may try to say, nor did old age overcome me. For those like me, age was irrelevant. Rather, I decided that there was nothing more for me in that life. Letting my spirit move on was a relief, the end of an overlong campaign against everyth

Fire, Blood, and Patience by wizemanbob, literature

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Fire, Blood, and Patience

Fire blazed in his black eyes. Its angry reflection on the buildings below the rocky outcropping on the mountainside above the once quaint town seemed a fitting tribute to the dark goddess he served. Tarhanniel would be pleased with this offering. He smiled grimly as the screams of torment echoing up from the burning city, which had once held so many enemies of his order. And yet, regret gnawed at his mind. He did not regret the sacrifice in the least, only the method. Live offerings to the flame may be highly pleasing to his goddess – and this, in turn, pleased him – but he much preferred blood sacrifices in which he could gl

The Henge by wizemanbob, literature

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The Henge

“Welcome to Stonehenge. This is one of the biggest mysteries in history. No one knows why it was built, how it was built, or even who built it. As we approach the actual structure, you will see that it looks like just a bunch of rough pillars standing up out of the ground…” The guide’s voice drags on, but I stop listening to him. I don’t need to listen; I’ve visited the Henge more times than he. And what of what he thinks of the stones? He is a fool. This tour matters little to me except that I must get to the Henge; I am meeting her there, and that is all that matters. The bus stops just short of a smal

Epilogue by wizemanbob, literature

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Epilogue

“All stories must come to an end someday. Eventually you’d get bored if you listened forever. Likewise, since each life is a story, each life comes to an end. Mine will too, and soon. You will have to understand this.” I tell this to my grandson, all of nine years old. It’s past time to do this. “No way, Grandpa,” he says. “You can’t die. I’d get bored.” “Dad, don’t give him such ideas. You’ll be with us for a long time.” That’s what they think. I know I’m going to die soon. I was told a long time ago when and how I’d die. It made me a ballsy b

Cousin, My Cousin by wizemanbob, literature

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Cousin, My Cousin

March 15 2XXX Cousin my Cousin, This is the first time for me to write you, cousin. You are the twenty-sixth cousin I will have written since I began seven years ago, when I was nine. I'm sixteen now, and still I write my thoughts in my cousins. As I always do, I will make this first letter one to describe myself better to you. After all, you must wonder about me, who writes you, mustn't you? My name is Aoibhheann Miyuki McCabe. As stated before, I am female, sixteen, Boar, Pisces, A-. I was born in Japan, by my mother's request, in her family's birthing home in Kôchi prefecture to the northwest of Ryûgad

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Worldwanderer by wizemanbob, visual art

Worldwanderer

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About wizemanbob

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Dec 17, 1986
United States
Deviant for 20 years
He / Him

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I've seen it: It's Coming -- Stay Tuned!

My Bio

: Blanket thanks :
If you read my stuff, thanks for taking the time. If you

it, thanks for liking it.
There, now when I don't hit you with a "Thanks for the

/Thanks for the

!" comment, you know I'm not singling you out.

Current Residence: In the land of my Green Lady.
Favourite genre of music: Instrumental. The more I listen to it, the less I like other music.
Favourite style of art: Imaginative?
Operating System: Yosemite
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Turtle
Wallpaper of choice: Something dark. Preferably black. It's just easier to see things that way.
Skin of choice: My own. Using other people's skins is uncomfortable. And illegal.
Favourite cartoon character: Myself.
Personal Quote: For the writing of books is endless, and much study is a weariness.

Favourite Visual Artist

Michael Terracciano(Mookie!), probably.

Favourite Movies

e.g. Pitch Black, Stir Crazy, The Family Man.

Favourite TV Shows

e.g. Wakfu, Jekyll

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

e.g. Oingo Boingo, Radiohead, The Rat Pack, Tainted Mushrooms, They Might Be Giants, David Bowie, Motörhead

Favourite Books

e.g. The Silmarillion, Odd Thomas, Foreigner, Elantris, Legion, Dance with the Devil, Born of Silence, Monster Hunter Alpha

Favourite Writers

J.R.R Tolkien, Samuel Clemens, Neil Gaiman, Yoshikawa Eiji, G.K. Chesterton, C.J. Cherryh, Brandon Sanderson, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Patricia Briggs, Larry Correia

Favourite Games

Chicken

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tables, mostly. Sometimes the floor.

Tools of the Trade

Rollin' bones, toothpicks, and luck.

Other Interests

God, Orange, Cheese, Fire

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LadyLemonne

Oct 14, 2014

^^ Thank you for your feed back on wanderlust

For all those who are wondering if BOB is alive.

--he is.

Ha ha ha... you're probably not going to be on here to see this for 234599287349208q years... (Yeah, that's right. By the time you catch up with the internet, years will be measured in Q!!!) ...But this makes me laugh, so I'm leaving it for you for whatever decade you decide to sign on and see anything.

JinShiranai

Nov 19, 2009

Dude, haven't heard from you in awhile. Still alive?

littlereddragkin

Oct 2, 2009

Thank you for the watch!
~Kyn Sumner