Upon Moons, We Fall

This Grave contains all that was mortal, of a Young Native American Poet, who on his Death Bed, in the Bitterness of his heart, at the Malicious Power of his enemies, desired these words to be Engraven on his Tomb Stone: Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.

[mrjohnkeats]

5'5", long brown wavy/curly hair, slim, English, very happy and friendly, smiley, passionate about music and exquisite food, complete romantic and love the outdoors (running, hiking, camping) "Send a description of yourself to others to see if they would date you"

if i was single, i'd date the hell out of you.

BUT, but, but, i'm not too fond of slim women, no offense to you.

i like extra meat on a girl - and when i say 'extra', i mean that.

[mrjohnkeats]

the quality of one's content should not be measured by temperance alone, but also by the continuity of unalloyed attempts at attaining ulterior Reason,—from a view not gazed along, nor fretted with ailments post-seen in that iridium pool of Logic;—and various the paths centred silent words; ah, what a sound they gave.

[mrjohnkeats]

You cannot express with calmness your fears—

Most of which, suppress'd, linger long for years:

A solemn pity it all ever was;

When lone, your Mind and Thought dare not give pause.

[mrjohnkeats]

hello.

and a greeting to you as well (:

[mrjohnkeats]

please love me?

:'c

[mrjohnkeats]

Who's your muse?

my dearest muse is calliope: - she who is thought of being homer's muse as well; the daughter of a celestial god; the lady of words and rhyme, couplets and epics, writ and thought - all the like.

[mrjohnkeats]

A Dissection

A capable poet has an artificial sense which he creates by sheer Hope and Fate; built upon with kept memories, saddened rages, and intertwiningly spared ideals,—this perspective, when rapt, can further reach a type of zenith—a form of existence—to such a point, that for those moments few, the Self of the Poet becomes transcended; alleviated out-ward; a bereft vigil of perception: rightly tuned in levels celestial: where Soul and Heart connect with argent lytheness. 

[mrjohnkeats]

Holy crap handsome boy stop making me blush. You want to write? Okay. What shall we write about? And make sure it's a good thing to write about so we can fill a thousand nights with our thoughts, jokes and much more. (:

no, wait, but first, you must reveal yourself to me, then we may begin to discuss if wanted still by you.

i will wait for a response, a message, a quote, an anything, from you.

fare you well.

~

[mrjohnkeats]

...because it's the small things that make life sweet.

Shirley G.

[mrjohnkeats]

is your poetry book no longer available for purchase?

no, it is not, unfortunately. i discontinued it's availability several days ago.

[mrjohnkeats]

You'll probably hate me for saying this, but I kind of like teasing you a bit. So sorry handsome boy. But besides the joy of teasing you I must say I am also truly afraid I will dissapoint you by revealing myself..

come to me, now, please.

i'm waiting.

reply to me.

write to me.

show me words writ.

i shall have patience in my form.

[mrjohnkeats]

Heart knows not of age when with affection.

[mrjohnkeats]

She Who Dreamt; A Fragment

I have grown further fond of thy image:—

There dwells a creature in that outer-soul,

Enwrapp'd with regal raiment, which Self yearns,—

Loveless kept thee glances 'mong perception;

Alternation modest, and fit to suit:

Of perish you resume—so let it end.

[mrjohnkeats]

since states of youth, we have flirted with Love.

[mrjohnkeats]

Ahw your replies on my asks always make me giggle a bit. Maybe I will come off anonymous. But not just now. Maybe tomorrow. Right now I am still too shy.

listen here, dear stranger, you best unshadow your virtual form so i may know who you are. this suspense is seriously killing me.

pleeeeeeeeeaaaaassseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!

[mrjohnkeats]

To ****

She soft saw where her sadness for-e'er sits,

Foremost footing with a forward fashion;

Idle tho', as such her wont on permits:

Of lost Mem'ry and last spake Sensation.

[mrjohnkeats]

"i don't know where you are, but you are being missed on tumblr. come back handsome boy" remember this anon? well here am I again! we've spoken ones on tumblr when I wasn't on anonymous. but right now after what I've said, i am too shy to reveal myself

there you are! i thought you had disappeared for ever!

just reveal yourself to me, and don't be shy. i promise things won't get awkward or anything, okay?

i am curious to meet you, formally, and not behind an 'anonymous' label.

coooooooome oooouuuttttt who-eevveerrrr yooouu arreeeeee