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Aug 11, 2010 2:55 am
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Champion of the fallen
my lost brethren rise up
rise up old bones
and gather ye shields
raise up your standards
and march your ragged drums
towards the gates of enternity
Rise and follow me
my brethren of the depths
drag your rusted blade
from the briny deep
march the beat of war
to oblivions demise
My fallen brethren
hallowed be thy ground
claw forth the place
of rested blessing
unleash the fitful trumpet of the heralds tribute
Rise all ye bones to attention for one last stand
March with me to the lands of evermore
Follow The Champion of the fallen
I know it's not much of a difference your opinion helps
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Poem : Sorrow
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Feb 9, 2010 2:09 am
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We the lost souls of the generation without need
fall quiet as we wither and decay
We had everything but nothing at all
You gave us technology but took our minds
you gave us comforts but took our freedoms
We the generation that did not have the wants of of our fore fathers have been cheated of a rich existance.
WE the generation of the lost have no aim. Many of us feel we are not meant for this time.
We are dying to be free dying to know what it is to live.
Yet we will never know this feeling as if it were true . We are enslaved to a land that no longer values a persons individual resilience. How I long for the time when my grandfathers generation had sway.
These men , and women were free their word their bond not some damn plastic card. A capative I am in this modern world. A person who has no reason to exist in this time.
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Secret Fraility
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Dec 5, 2009 1:10 am
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that space that I call mine
a frail retreat to my whole
a hole to fail through
to see what my soul may
have been in a specimen
jar of fractured dreams
and lost visions
heaven nor hell call me theirs
a fool I am to think I was
a meaning more like
I am a thought in
a mindless reason of mess
that all crawl from
don't call to whole
from fractured self
none is connected to soul
sacrificial faith not seen again
dead fall the grains of time sing
in a heaped mass of meaningless
memory waiting for the moment
to forgot the torment of the life
not lived
Flicker Fade Repeat
the endless cycle of life
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Let my heart go
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Dec 5, 2009 1:09 am
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only a path to reason
to flow into a triumph
can falsehood believe
that is calm to
place a feeling
into stronghold of decieption
as this is but a sepulcure of darkness
chasmed by inbelief
decides the curve of belief
straightened to indiscovery
useless demonstration
giving listing feeling
to unsecure formation
of soulful discourse
to unnamened torment
amongst a thought of ending
yet ending was disimposed
amongst thy self
a book midpage
left aloft
and unread
nevermind the meaning
left is all the same
that you can take
this place is yours
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Fool
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Dec 5, 2009 1:07 am
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The great fool that is
was once but exists still
The cold heart of stone
that did warm once
but frigid once more
lonely was a figure that
had never apeared before
but now remains steadfast
Secrets that knew the fraility
not a soul knew but told them so few
Silence the old friend
friend no more as it kills
Hurt had no home in this shell
In this hell Hurt regiens Content
Choice was given fate determined
the heel choice has played so well
logic the old master so strong
failed to protect the beast
no more the beast can reason
just thoughts of failed Self
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Dark
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Dec 5, 2009 1:06 am
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of darkness I came
darkness I speak
power from darkness
true darkness
is found by few
an abyss awaits those
that seek
true darkness is hard
to phathom
some claim it
some believe it
others embrace it
so others may flee
from the icy embrace
that darkness holds
good and evil
God and devil
hold no sway over this
every man has his price
every soul it's mouring point
every being it's fault
some have come to embrace power
others to embrace death
none to embrace truth
others embrace the thought
of guiding others to the light
not all are truely dark some
wade into the darkness to
show the way
while others
bask in darkness
not all are truely dark nor are most of the light.
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infinite mirrow
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Dec 5, 2009 1:05 am
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In crimson black
we do so lack
the sight of fore knowledge
a vast and empty space
is what calls us back
a tantalyzing empty sight
where minds fill with blight
that great and horrible place
the blackened, sickened space
that calls forth
to us
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the start to my short story
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Dec 5, 2009 1:03 am
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In the first days of the war we were ragged and disorganized. Yes the first days of the war was not a war. But a thought, a meer action by few,
sparked the glimmer of hope for a better day. God knew a better way for man. Funny... how we didn't pay attention. We blazed a path of death an decay. Destruction en mass, yes artists we were of the dark motions. Hapless victims sprawled before us. A scene of desolation was vast and prevalant. No restraint did we know. If it breathed it died. we made sure of it. Yes that was how the world changed. Twas the innocence that died. Who was friend who was foe. there was no line any more. My most trusted friend my commander, The traitor. Alone I was in a land known for killing anyone that didn't look like them. Alone was I to realize that no one wanted a key, sigh a witness to the atrocities we commited. I was the last factual memory to an undiscribable event. How I hoped fate would let me die. But live it demanded on the tired body of the weary.
day's earlier I was just a man. Watching the news, more people just the same. Some war they claimed was endless or some President they called evil was all the shit media played. It seamed like I was the only sap swayed to not support any of these worthless canidants. It's funny now thinking back to these times how trivial how....simple time was back than.It was a time of false hope.Well.... maybe not false hope but hope misplaced. a new day waiting in the wings to change the common man. A day forever scribed in sacred memories of the fallen. Yea hope died quickly with the advent of the sworn patriot decree. No longer did it seem we the civilians have any say in our government. It is apparent now that we were the great unwashed masses.
The action swift, methodical, this was how the country died. A serries of seemily innocent laws. A failed vigilence of the people. The same people that gave away the power to say no. It was in these first moments that the birth of the end was given breath. A most violent and terrible birth it was as the sheltered homes lay in ruins.
It's been 4 years since those days. I think I missed a birthday in there. Heh...yea I think we all missed a day or two in there. At first it was just a state of panic for us civilians.You know the oh god what just happened , deer in the headlights reaction to a random action of terror. I wish that had been the reaction to it. But it wasn't, it was a calculated response to the declaration of martial law. That spurned the few surviors to a unity against the cresting tide of solidiers waiting in line to march into what may be the last of the free men standing before them.
This was our Alamo , our wounded knee. In the final moments did I witness the slaughter of our morale. We've holed up in the areas known as the lake of the woods, horse thief basin, and believe it or not san fransisco. We've dug in tunnels running in endless miles but so few....so few to man the post. Pointless it has become. we are not free men but souls to the offering of state. We the last men made our peace,to our gods and faiths we fought...yes we fought.... End of Intro
We were the great hulking beast. No country dared test our feats. We were all powerfull. We marched our will from one coast to the next. This was our moment of victory we had found were terrior slept... but not were it dwelt. For these moments were but a dream. I pleaded for this to be the outcome.
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What am I supposed to feel
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Nov 24, 2009 1:42 am
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I see the world in black and white, But I fail to see the shades of grey, I don't know what to feel anymore.
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Enemas leaving you feeling horny too
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Oct 1, 2009 2:54 am
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I found out I can unscrew the shower head and use the water pressure to give a nice enema. lol and this time it does it with out needing lube. So my question is do you get aroused by an enema like I do?
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