Dichotomy of life

Religious endeavors passionately wane
undulate furiously, stirring Earth shaking pain
precariously perched upon the precipice within
unwavering diligence, but where to begin?

Calculated risks, a gamblers reprieve
lends hand to your sins and those you deceive
trust now is lost, your soul now ablaze
lost with your mind and the trick that it plays

Irrational thinking and pungent desire
lend credence to opulence, not what you require
when all is bequeathed not one thing will remain
left shallow and empty, filled with bitter disdain


Ian Hannah
4/17/08

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Personal Darkness

Searching aimlessly through spaces vast
in darkness hidden no shadows cast
the perception of depth forever skewed
all light disappears, forever subdued

Shrouded in darkness, forever consumed
the heart grows cold believing you're doomed
endless blackness squeezing your life
a cold wind approaches to cut like a knife

Regret fills the head, forever you question
locked in the dark, alone with depression
judged by the night and darkness the sentence
fall to your knees and pray for repentance


Ian Hannah
4/17/08

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Faithful bookmark
Current mood: nostalgic

Like a faithful bookmark holding your story
right where you want it, stifling glory
I can't keep your page in my hear for so long
made of paper and ribbon, I'm not that strong

I wait and I wait for the story to end
you can throw me away away if the corner you'd bend
but thats not your type, you won't leave a mark
leave me crushed in the pages, all in the dark

The longer I sit the more you must read
go back chapter by chapter, find what you need
Or find me a home on the shelf of your life
next to Steinbeck, and Hemingway's writings of strife

Faithfully I wait crushed in the pages
in a Shakespeare tragedy read through the ages
hoping that one day you'll find my page
let go of your feelings, walk onto my stage


Ian Hannah
01/31/2008

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Morning Routine

Morning Routine

Aroused from slumber by her warm embrace
as the morning sunlight reveals her face
she smiles and purrs as I hold her tight
never has anything felt so right

I breath her in behind her ear
tell her I love her, I'll always be here
she rolls to face me her hand on my chest
then stretches to kiss me, her love I'm obsessed

We snuggle and mingle sometimes we play
in my mind she wanders all through the day
I'm completely addicted to this morning routine
love is better than coffee she's my caffeine


Ian Hannah
12/11/07

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Deserted

The point of this assignment was to use the prompt and the two words following to creat a poem.  I tweaked the prompt a bit, SO WHAT!

Passionate interludes in exotic places {soft, luxury}

Deserted

Passionate interludes upon exotic beaches
a sunset nears, for me she reaches
soft sweet lips with sandy hair
there's luxury in desertion, with her I don't care

Moon light frolics about in the waves
like a child at play it laughs, misbehaves
the fire grows hotter as we finish our drinks
I can look in her eyes and know what she thinks

This moment is perfect and feels so right
I'll hold and caress her all through the night
In my arms she now sleeps, with a smile she glows
as daybreak awakes us, on one knee I propose


Ian Hannah
11/14/07

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Who I am part Duex

I thought we'd start with a bit about my childhood.  I was born October 25th 1980.  Spent only the first couple years of my life living in Columbus Ohio.  To be honest I don't remember much of it.  My Mom, Dad and I loaded a U-Haul and took off for Southern California, which was where my Dad's parents lived at the time.  San Diego was nice, 76 degree afternoons, 55 degree mornings.  We started in a little house in Chula Vista which is very close to the Mexican border. 

When my Mom got pregnant, my parents wanted to find a better neighborhood to raise us in.  They chose Rancho Penasquitos, a small suburb of San Diego.  The house we moved into was brand new and was on the corner right next to the Elementary school I was going to attend.  I was in 2nd grade and excited about the move.  My freshmen year in high school, Mt. Carmel, my parents broke the news to the family we were going to move again.  Everything in southern California had become too expensive.  My Mom found a better position in her company, accepted a bonus and raise from her company, and we were off to Beaverton Oregon. 

It was quite a shock at first.  My old high school was all outdoors and new, this one (Beaverton High School) was built in 1903.  Needless to say I coped, made new friends, some I still keep to this day.  I was one of those kids that loved to go to school.  I went to every class and had a blast.  We got in trouble sometimes, but always had fun.  After graduation my Mom was offered another promotion, this time I was 20 years old and had the choice to stay with all the friends I made in high school, or move to Daytona Beach Florida.  I chose the sunnier option. 

I like it here.  I have a house a stone's throw from the beach.  I can hear the waves at night with the windows open.  I'm about 20 miles south of Daytona, only a 30 minute drive on I95 at 75mph, in New Smyrna Beach to be exact.  That might have been the most summed up 27 years ever.  Or maybe this is:

I've lived in 3 corners of this country, born in the heartland.  I think I'll feel complete when I take over Trump's empire and die in New York.

Ian Hannah

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Pilot Easytouch MED

Pilot Easytouch MED

smooth rubber grips the shaft
like stranded men adrift on a raft
the lifeblood inside slowly drains
as writers write on expressing their pains
like many before soon to expire
not without feeling love, pain, and desire


Ian Hannah
(Fun little assignment piece: Write about an object in front of you.)

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Death cab for cutie

I Will Follow You Into The Dark
          

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my toungue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

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Let me build a bridge (acoustic song)
Category: Music

Once upon a time
you looked me in the eye
you knew what I wanted
be together you and I

I always have to wear
my heart out on my sleeve
something you wouldn't dare
thats why you had to leave,
ME

Chorus:
Let me build a bridge
a bridge from you to me
let me build a bridge
a bridge so you can see
the wall around your heart
thats keeping you from me
show me where to start
I can set you free

Even when we're close
you seem so far away
afraid of who to trust
or the things that you might say

Pretend we're all alone
in this world you and me
I promise you baby
one day you will see,
ME

(chorus)

Don't be afraid to feel
you don't know what you'll miss
this time it's for real
it's all there when we kiss

I wrap my arms around you
with nothing in return
one day you'll open too
maybe I'll just have to learn
YOU

(chorus)

Tell Ryan Cabrera I've got a sappy little song for sale...

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Whats in a game?
Current mood: contemplative

Whats in a game?

two foes battle
a game to some
cages rattle
one on one
lovers mingle
not so close
both are single
it turns morose
whats at stake
a smile exchanged
hearts could break
nothing changed
head games over
the message clear
no longer sober
now disappear


Ian Hannah
(written in 2003)

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