Blog Created: 4/22/05
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matthew wright
General Information

Main blog:sage poetry
Age:36
Birthday:July 3rd 1981
Gender:Male
Occupation:Student
Education:Some college
Religion:Christianity
Service Attendance:Rarely
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United States, Indiana, goshen


Contact Information

Email:lpsage81@yahoo.com


Appearance

Body Size:Average
Height:5' 8" (173 cm)
Eyes:Hazel Blue
Vision:No assisted eyewear
Hair Color:Brown
Hair Style:Straight - Long
Facial Hair:Sideburns - Medium
Skin Tone:Light
Best Feature:Eyes
Clothing Pref.:Practical
Undies:Briefs - Short Leg Boxer
Piercing Info:both ears pierced with silver hoops


Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Family Info:youngest son of a single mom [who just happens to be a lesbian]
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Astrological Sign:Cancer (June 22 - July 22)
Existing as:Angel- no wings
Smoking:Daily
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Occasionally
Your Home:Live alone
Biography/About:born with a rare immune defect called chronic granulomatous disease.
Likes:open minds;intelligent discussion; sense of humor; intelligence; acceptance; brutal honesty
Dislikes:ignorance; intolerance; conservative ideologues; stupid and naive people; condecending attitudes; rich people; people not good with money; liars; prudish women; people who use religion as a crutch
Interests:writing, art, reading, current events, religion, sports, history, music, comedy


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Four Most Recent Entries

Highway Story
The endless serpent midnight that guides us towards our chosen futures. Reconciliation with unforgotten faces or the winding towards the resolution of some chaos. We part through the curtains of that pungent aroma of the noble creatures that sacrifice their lives to feed our children. Little whitewood homes whose interiors are ablaze with a warm and welcoming light. Each has a family. Each has a story. Now we soldier on in search of a story to call our own.
 
Carousel Music
The carousel music played as she scratched at Bobby's name that she delicately carved in her arm. Bobby gave a deep sigh as he gazed in the eyes at her platonic crew passing by. At her urging he promised not to do harm. His suspicions grew as she greeted her crew. He tried to clutch her close to his side. But she and Jacob embraced and she kissed the side of his face to which Bobby tasted disgrace and his jealousy made moves on his pride. The oath was undone in his soul as he took leave of control and his measure of wrath was displayed as the carousel music...
 
Family Tree
My family tree is rooted in abuse in a garden tended by masichists. The sun rarely shines here. The limbs are weakened by apathy. Only a few loving leaves remain and good fruit is a rarity. This tree is an obscurity. A temporary lodge for vagabond crows. Around it flows a luscious river that spills life onto the bank. Grassblades and cat's tails wave to the blackened, dying tree and mock us with their scornful colors. All the other trees seem so full of spring and life and they house a complete managerie. Their fruit is absolute eye candy. This petrified...
 
A Thing To Fear
My omnipresence is a thing to fear. Wherever your foot lands you know I linger near. There is no whisper I cannot hear. I'll even invade your dreams. I'm the unseen directly to your left. The slightest wind across your neck is my hidden breath. I'm surrounding you with the ghost of death and she's holding hands with me. I'm the force that diffuses terror into your mind. I intercept your prayers and then laugh with the divine. Wherever you try to hide I won't be far behind. I'm the nothing that makes you scream. I talk with your subconscious just to wound your...
 






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