The online world is an open venue, with time and opportunity staring back at you. There's tons of money out there, you just have to know how to go about getting it. Friday I woke up, checked my email, and had an offer of $40 staring back at me.If you've read my "Learn To Write" post, you'll notice a slew of hyper links throughout the poem. Also, if you reread it (Which can be done by clicking here), you'll notice only certain "key-words" are linked.The email came from the owner of www.time4learning.com who read the "Poet For Hire" post, and spun a new idea to me. As I

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Like a DreamLike a dream this vision emblazoned my brainAnd consumed an eternity of constant restrainPuzzled by an enigma of an inner truth and emotionPondering a possibility of another's secret devotionLike glass a fragility so tender takes a blowThe immediate defense designs presence to showA

A Kiss Amidst DisdainA tender kiss amidst a sea of disdainWary elation conformed to constrainClearer perception is sought to obtainThat which causes choice to refrainEach day soon graces with morning's lightWhile another finds its way into the nightRecquisitioned

Through Dead EyesThrough dead eyes and muted lipsA whole other world of emptinessShown like fire and ice through glass;Liquefied and melted away so swiftlyAcross a mountain of fear and pain.So cold and frozen on the inside A

Banzai the young springWarm'd and lucid air alongThe way to job 'nd back.

Her VaultOnce entranced by your splendorBut stored away deep in a vaultA woman calls her steel heart.Unlocked and spilled carelesslyAppearing to open and showAll

Never knowing the intention was wrongNever undertanding that which did not belongNever seeing the truth was there all alongI walked blindly into the depths of destruction.Now that I see what I should have seen beforeNow that I know that there was something moreNow

AcceptanceThe tears they fall down like rainAt the slightest thought of your name.From these thoughts I cannot refrain.They plague my brain, driving me insane.Long ago there was something so true.Now false ideals are all I have of you.Gray

Angel of Sorrow The angel, she sits high above the sky,Her wings held tightly at her side.Her face buried within her hands,For God has for her great plans.Her gift to this Earth is to steady the tides.To