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September 04, 2008

Just a little update.

I might add some sponsored ads more often now... but don't worry.
I posted a gadget to the right, the Blog-Navi, ads won't have an "imperfectedmind" tag. They will not have the "imperfectedmind" tag. Also, I did lessen my tags and kinda made it neater in a way. One way or the other way, it is still creativity. i hope you'd read it too if you want to see creativity at work but i also hope you wouldn't read it too. hehe (neutral mind)

I hope you enjoy my poems. If you are interested in VB6 programs, I'll upload my collection. It is a time killing hobby of mine plus it's fun. One gets to create something that would make life easier or simpler. I'm still searching for a good storage site for it and, by the way, it would in .exe (executable file). If you are paranoid with viruses, spywares and adwares... I'm 10x more paranoid than you, hehe

I'll just update you all on things.

1. Blog-Navi = imperfectedmind (ad-free), imperfected (all-ad)
2. Incoming Vb6 programs
3. Tags are neater.

September 02, 2008

Poem - Weaver's Art

Sorry for being very (100x) late... I was just caught up in reality with studies, recreation, love and such. Here is a poem which I made on July 27, 2008. I was trying to make a sonnet and I have realized making it proved to be very, very difficult. So, I converted my initial sonnet into a poem instead. I hope you enjoy this; the title is: "Weaver's Art".

as spiders weave webs, she sews the view
leaf by leaf, she sought such beaut to be true
the artful eyes deemed seedless upon her
as if fall descends time, her leaves wither

the wood frames such piece into sorrow
though light falls through its dull bow
- an apprentice's masterpiece turns to nil
from just a battle of grandmasters will

as her art branches, try as her hands make,
it stills as thorns and becomes wooden stakes
piercing its beholder's dreams of being epic
as if dreams are flesh and bleeds death quick

her eyes hopeful yet her hands are empty
grasping such a trophy she can only see
slowly, her eyes close up into oblivion
and the shadow of her art fades into dawn