I await that breeze,
Coming from the West sunset,
When it brushes right.

Mine own place rings hot,
But the home is oh so cold.
Hath I sucked the air?

Love, it doth consume.
If He consumes as fire,
Is love then our Lord?

Breaketh His body.
Let thy blood poureth out now,
My sins forgiven.

Stand by the river.
Steal a look; what is over?
For Me, you must know.

Stop falling. It’s done.
The streets have been soaked, rain.
Go ye back up now.

Oh, what great slaughter…
They shan’t behold the bodies,
Of kids they held not.

Love is not a fight.
A lover, not a fighter,
Should we fight for love?

No one ever dies.
No, we all do die, say I,
No, we stay dead not.

I love my structure.
Five, seven, five, I must write.
It provides challenge.

The only room now,
After I am done with you,
Is a deep circle.

If God, why evil?
He correcteth what is wrong,
Pre-death, or post-death.

Oh, my God, endless…
Beginningless, is He too,
As He has to be.

Evil, be it not?
It is what you understand.
We cannot decide.

I loveth love, yes.
But love loves not me, I thought,
For it grips my soul.

“Art Thou Weary?” Well,
The question makes me weary.
Oh, what irony!

Can love be love, though,
If to love means to hate it,
That which shows no love?

I end my words now,
Five, seven, five, I have wrote,
Thanks to the structure.

 

Biography: Hi. My name is Eli Lundgreen. My family moved to Colorado about three years ago. I am a small town boy with big American dreams, having grown up in a small town in Southern Illinois, Salem, which is probably why my vocabulary is more Germanic than Latin. This is my second full semester at Aims, studying for an English degree. My style of writing is shaped, in large part, by the stories I was introduced to when I was young. I grew up on great stories and storytellers such as Narnia, Dr. Suess, and the Magic Treehouse.

I hope to write something that people will see something bigger than themselves in. In my writings you will find my faith as well as a speck of my family, as those are two most important things in my life. Humility is also a huge deal to me, because it’s something I have lost and refound all throughout my life, and still am today. Part of humility for me is taking art back to its roots and entertaining traditions that, though we might not have created or understand, have created beautiful stories for centuries. And then, once we’ve entertained them, build on them.

Sometimes following the rules is the best way to break them.