Luther_Kincaid

November 2, 2003

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To True Love Upon the First Snow

Pardon my passion but a moment to announce an oath

To you, a token gesture meant to prove

Some sort of deserving, all-consuming desire for you

That, while I am less a man than many I can count and see,

My love for you when released releases me,

So that true heart I chain to keep safe from harm,

Will, in turn, wrap around you like warm, loving arms.

But before my mind displaces your memory too long,

Let me write a single, stunning song

A simile, a metaphor: a single picture painted forevermore

To show you that I adore you absolutely,

And to quell the fire in my heart’s Hell by finding words true to your beauty.

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Snowflakes in cascading, scattered shatters of a beauty lost to the normal eyes,

But not when I stare past the glare of the titan windows to the bright white petals

Of winter roses that tango, twist, turn, and tumble like tongues of flame

Before the black of shadowed walls–that fly like light feathers in fouled fowl halls,

Like the nonsense of that named thing I spoke before and other times and more,

Caked thickly now upon the frozen trees whose colors fade with the contrast that comes.

And yet, all the more I see them stand, like the red bricks and street signs

Of the buildings built of solid, uncreative lines that do not understand

The gorgeous beauty of the curves and frosted flows of that same lifeless, whitened snow

That marks the whole wide wond’rous world that is mirrored in my eyes,

As if I’m not seeing it but creating it from my dreams….

The blue, frosted cars with blackened glass, the red bricks stained,

The bewitching world touched by the same, majestic thing….

And even further back, the gray and solid sky which is so full it lacks

Any space to hide a thing, and yet of all these kings and all these queens

Of beauty’s face, I give each thing its time and place: like your grace,

Like your form and flow and words that roll upon the melody waves of your voice.

For while in view of this scene, my pen scrawling on about dallying

Moments doting on the snow that swirls, spins, and spirals down so soft,

From high, high above to down deep below, riding its chaotic love-song path,

As it draws ever near the Earth, my eyes return to you–the snowfall my guide,

And you where I began, I end: for you are like that first snow

Which touches everything but does not know, for some flakes melt away

And some do stay, and more gather more and more–weighing down the very core

Of that who holds it tight and true: this is you. This is you.

This is you in every second and fiber of your being,

The flakes that swirl about and cast the light and bend the world from wrong to right,

That fill the world with a different sight and when it melts, the world will change,

And most will not mark the lacking thing that day, but still it does.

So now I cease, with some release of the passion I pronounced at first to you:

Though it is secret now, it is true, for you are that which marks the wond’rous world

And that is all that I can find to pay homage to a beauty of your kind.

Hey…that was really good. It made me want to play in the snow…:) just kidding. but yeah that was really well written…hope to hear from you soon. luv always

Nifty Tak

November 3, 2003

Don’t worry, I won’t beat you to a bleeding pulp,yet, but in time, we’ll see. couple questions for ya a.what time and where do you eat lunch/ dinner usually? maybe we could meet up sometime b.are you stickin around here for jterm or goin back to shitek, (or are you taking classes?) coz i’ll be around here mostly coz of work, just wonderin if i was gonna be spending a month…all by myself.

Kenderlord

November 4, 2003

“Of winter roses that tango, twist, turn, and tumble like tongues of flame” I like the alliteration.. ‘Tis truth! By my troth, ’tis awfully uber-cool! And flit he about like fly or moth, brad is coolest in the school. erm. I just wanted to say “flit”. -david

November 5, 2003

good luck brad!! I’ll be there tonigh, for the preview, and probably friday, the 14th!! (I wish I could go more, but i’m poor :o( I’m psyched, though. Break a leg!! luv ya tons! Nik

hehehe, you know what’d be funny? if you seriously broke your leg. . . I mean, I’d let you wait until the last nite, of course, but hehehe, that would be soo funny!! hey, i’m not stoopid, don’t look at me with that tone of voice!! stop it!! hehehe Luv ya Nik (p.s. i almost got that dream figured out, just can’t seem to figure out where the “pet names for genetalia” and the sniper fit into the mix)

November 6, 2003

KICK ASS, DUDE!! THAT ROCKED MY FREAKIN WORLD!Wow, now I have to write a review for that…eep!! Maybe on one of these days where i get to eat again I’ll come join ya for dinner, (I have class till one on tues and thurs, and at 12:20 on mon and wed, and fridays are just f*ed up!)tonight i hafta work, then go straight to Cabaret, and Fri I work. What are you doing sat AM? (I hafta be to work by 3)

A party? Why wasn’t i invited! Yeah, that’s what i thought. Love ya anyway! Nik

oh yeah, one more thing, meyer told me that i have to wear the obsessed fan shirt next time i see cabaret. . . hahahaha, and i’m thinkin ’bout signin up to usher next week so i can see it more than twice!!

November 7, 2003

Brad – We could always just do rasari by the two of us, you an’ me. I had an idea for a story, tho… Beorn the beserker (from the Old Norse Bear-Sarker, bearshirt-wearer, beorn means bear in old norse, and many berserkers were called such) and his buddies take a ship to conquer the islands of three godly brothers: Nethys, Hroth and Fdairne. Each island is rife with magic and treachery.

And of course, the islands are infested with naeglings (literally anything that isn’t a Viking, but sometimes taken to mean fae-creature or beast).

Good luck tonight!! (oh wait, the performance is already over!) Break a leg. . . but somebody elses, (it’d be funnier) If you read this b4 3:30 pm on saturday, call me. . . celly or dorm, whichever, and we can hang out, if yer bored. have a great day w/ all the alumni and such!! hehehe, luv ya tons Nik

That’s a really stunning poem, you write beautifully. You said something about how it’s a burden for men to have to make the first step because being shut down is a serious wound to the male pride. I would say it’s the same for girls…being shut down by a guy often leads to thoughts of being repulsive and undesirable. I envy men for their ability to live in the moment, I guess. They don’t dwell.

November 11, 2003

heheh, i’ve left you like 9 million notes on this entry, so this is 9 million and one!! hehe, sorry you had a crappy day today. i hope you feel better soon. luv ya tons!! nik

#9 million and two!! thanks for helping me w/ my car, too!! you rock!! luv ya still nik

Did I see Kill Bill?! I’m insulted at the implication that I would miss a Tarantino film, you knave! Not only did I see it with soiled underoos, I whistle that same tune constantly and went to the Halloween bash dressed as a Crazy 88 with two friends as O-Ren and Go-Go! So THERE!!!! And please remember to bring my DVDs (in mint condition) on Thanksgiving…later. =P

November 13, 2003

wow. . .don’t you have a sweet brother! *hehehe* good job tonight. luv ya nik