Epic called 'October'

A.October or OctoberA., was founded in November by DU Poetry. I am (we are) so happy to read his thoughts which he generously posts on this site.  
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My hand quivers as I start this write:  
To express to you  
My thoughts for you  
In ink, with this pen  
How shall I put this?  
How shall I begin?  
To form the perfect words,  
As sincere as can be  
Without much inhibitions  
Pure from my heart, from me  
 
This write:  
I dare to write  
My thoughts once unwritten  
Am I unjust to have this view  
And post for all to see?  
Maybe, yes, maybe so  
Just sit back, relax and read.  
 
So I write:  
Half remembering what an Epic meant.  
Thinking, do Epics have rhyming schemes?  
Or must a story just be told?  
Wondering, how the hell am I going to write this said Epic, about someone I barely know.  
 
Here we go:  
I have only known OctoberA. for one month and a few days  
But he is more than a jolly good decent lad.  
OctoberA. has exponential potential and of course a great talent.  
Hoping you like the story and the flow.  
There isn't much I really know  
---unfortunately; yet.  
 
I know this much though:  
The man must can kiss [I mean..FUCK].  
"Dripping Lips" was pretty epic.  
In itself, what an accomplishment it was!  
Especially, since 'Dripping Lips" was A.October's first dab at an Erotic.  
 
 
 
My imagination was keen  
And I beamed  
At the details gleaned  
So, ehm, as I said..  
This man must can fuck [I mean KISS].  
 
 
A.October has the power to rape  
[Yes, I bloody said rape]  
Our minds and make us question our intellect.  
I speak with truth  
[At least, MY truth]  
Even though some may think otherwise.  
 
 
Good for them, I suppose.  
Yet I told Alip,  
[Alistair.. yes, I'm calling you out]  
That some crap  
[SHIT! yes, I bloody said S H I T!]  
On DUP, gets liked and entered faster than a mind-fuck has you shitting bricks  
[crap!!] Utter crap!!  
 
 
OctoberA. is like a pure-bred.  
Pure-breds have stable stature, creed  
And of course refined pedigrees.  
More like him is what DU needs.  
 
 
Am I still writing?  
[Feels more like I'm rambling]  
So on so?  
Who ruddy cares, what a Low-Life like me cares... about?  
Blah, blah, blah.  
Har, har, har.  
Shut the fuck up, you Pansy!  
 
 
No!  
No!  
No!  
Hell-fucking, No!  
This write is for October  
And October, I do fancy.  
 
 
Reader:  
Yes, by now, I think we've gotten that much. But seriously Jordanne, you do not have to curse.  
 
 
Dearest Reader:  
Yes, of course you are right. Yet passion felt when felt, whether it be in niceties or vulgarity, does not much matter. Passion is passion, expressed on the Train of Thought; the mind reasons.  
 
 
Back to October!  
Yes, October!!  
Oh damn, this man can write DEEP.  
"Lyrical Thunder" was such a wonder  
That kicked my mind and tipped my seat    
-- back & steep.  
 
 
 
 
 
When did I fall  
For You  
Lyrical Thunder  
 
So close  
Dead End  
October's Over  
 
After the rain  
Words of Goodbye  
Titles on Paper  
 
No Easter Bunny,Nightmare  
Tired, What to do  
Empty Words  
No Longer an Anniversary, Kumiko  
 
Last Wish.. Last Light.. Last Happiness.. Tranquility???  
 
Nothing left to me  
Who Am I  
Autumn
 
Sunrise & Sundown  
Landscapes of Escaping Sadness  
 
Dripping Lips
Captured Heart  
When you look at me
 
Let  
me  
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I've read your writes  
Most I like  
And a few I do love  
 
Your words take me on journey  
Far away from [Kingston] Surrey  
Where I feel like I am next to you, with you  
Rather than miles apart  
And two bodies of water away  
 
A.October, OctoberA.:  
Please never put down your pen  
Keep writing, typing and posting  
For I want to read your words on deeds..  
You, before, have not yet even spoken  
 
So this is it:  
I ventured to write an Epic  
[Something like an Epic]  
If I may..  
Not just to write of you  
But to write a piece  
wonderful and unique  
That expressed my thoughts to you.  
 
For you, my Dear  
Dearest Mr. October
Keep me sober from being somber;  
From my daunting daily woes  
And tainted Tormented soul  
So sweet, you have me won over  
 
An [attempted] Epic written  
For I am quite smitten with Mr. October  
This is far from The Iliad  
I am no Homer.  
 
14Dec2011By:JAH  
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Your words are like licking honey  
       ---mmmm, you sweet talk so well  
I am a die-hard Romantic so of course I fell...

You intrigue me, come and meet me  
      ---this silly Capricorn!  
We will smoke Jamaican spliffs, come and dance [SOCA] with me  
      ---enlighten my psyche evermore!