love
Category: Writing and Poetry

i have found

that the harder life becomes

the greater my ability to forgive

and that my capacity for love increases

i am an inland sea and all

of the hatetred cannot fill me

that the trials remake me

and thought i am not who i was yesterday

i will ever be who i started out as

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exist
Current mood: crushed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Paths traveled
mysteries yet raveled
insight not withstanding
a gale of deprivation
under bending
scoured clean
flesh from bone
spirit from throne
bent to breaking
yet still
un-shorn

Blighted eyes
blindly gazing
sightlessly seeing
in death
the route home

RAIL RAIL
fist clenched in denial
trial
GUILTY GUILTY
chant the shades
limbo's voice
to condemn
TO CONDEMN

By self demeaned
anger no longer
sustains
cleaned
purged
submerged

Drowning I breath
suffocated
Smothered
by
the vapors of hope
DISPERSED
fillimants
tendrals
of what was
disolved
ABSOLVED
on searing wind

UN NAMED
standing a tower
Erected on sand
falling to stand
jumble of stone
MAJESTY in chaos

magnificent created
by the undoing
dissolution
GRAND as ruin
POSSes nobility
stories told
in decay
more messaged in
destruction
than ever conveyed
in creation

BROKEN
i still stand
i still stand

YET
do i remain
 a shade
ghostly apparition
opake silhouette
what was
unchanged
though not the same
ambled rambling
TO EARS
DISJOINTED
jumbled refrain
pattern in confusion
by hunger
 sustained

LOSS
my daily bread
strength in weakness
victory
through submission
isolation
my companion

no ears fall under
this cry
dispersed
by distance
as soul fills
yet spirit
starves

ALONE
I deny
DENY
that I cry
emepheral tears
from dry eyes
contradictions
convictions
stubborn surrender
as billows
underfoot
choking
cloaking from sight
a plight
prints of passage
steps not mine
this path is not
unique to me
though trail
un-peopled
road named despair
is always
traversed
alone
mocked by laughter
of the contented
a bitter gruel
un-sustaining
yet filling

burdened
by lost images
shards of broken
LOVE
HOPE
a tasteless nutrient
flay's the insides
bleeding unseen
yet somehow
standing
a shadow
cast by nothing
unexplained apparition
as I cast shadows
so I must maybe
still
exist

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alone
Category: Writing and Poetry

Fading away
withdrawing
into an aggrieved mind
cloistering
my patchwork heart
no healing salve
to ease the hurt

Closing
these weary brown eyes
too be blind to the lovers smile

Where once was 
strength
in my singularity
transmuted
by solitude
into insulated agony
my dreams to bury
intured without
dignity

I cant make you know
with words alone
what its like
to be
this
alone

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blood fire and ice
Category: Writing and Poetry

hello old friends
the same shell still fetters this soul
though the flavor of the filling
may be different

I have tasted love and betrayal
joy and pain
I have cried and sang
i hit the bottom and bounced like hell
landed on my feet
and promptly on my face i fell

well fuck it i must say
i've tasted dirt before
and i shall Im sure another day

but fuck it in a bucket
here i am again
bloody battered but still smileing
that shit eating grin

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a day in life
Category: Writing and Poetry

A day in life

today i started a new job
let me tell ya baby i was hot
had a answer for every  question
a solution for every problem
Like three men in one
the blessed son

I might should feel bad
someone will be put on the road
because no one can follow
not even in my shadow
but ow hell
its survival of the fittest
and when it comes to my job
i'm the shizznick

yes i know
I'm an arrogant little prick
got that way by being the fittest
in whatever i do
i'll blow right by you
my craftsmanship makes it so

YES I am gloating WAS my first day as the new maint and repair tech for a big reality and property management company a nd the  millionaire who owns the show told me that she could see that i was the kind of person people  soon found they couldnt do without. my response was *it turns out like that everywhere i work. I'll be in charge before the month is out* she smiled and i could tell that was exactly the correct thing to say   me so happy

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some days
Category: Writing and Poetry

Some days

Some days I'm not such a knight
angry for little reason
snarling tired of this season
enervated
exasperated
effete,
As the dark days reach their
Demise
necrosis,
And the gleam of a new dawn
banishes my souls twilight
I find myself
impatient
intolerant
to be rid of the noxious
pernicious,
pestilential,
remnants of the nigritude,
i have passed through
yet cling to me
i thirst for the denizens
of the day
love
peace
hope
i would free myself
of the pernicious
vapors of the night
If i had a wish
lonely
is the first demon
I would slay
 

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moveing day
Category: Writing and Poetry

i despise moveing...fucken hate it...nuf said,,,i may shoot somebody befor this day is done,,,can i get some love  a little simpathy   whhhhh

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cupid must die,, if you have any nuts at all speak of shut the fuck up
Category: Writing and Poetry

repost  for all those screwed by love,,nailed by this sadistic winged little fuck

come and post your hatemail to cupid  dont know about you but i plan to assasinate his twisted ass  valinfucked day nobody loves me anyway  shove the chocolat up your ass

Cupid is a sadist

Winged little bastard
stands about three foot three
carries a bow and arrow
maybe you seen him
Lurking in the trees

He takes a perverse delight
in bringing together
the uncomputable types
Just to watch the heartache
Instigating the lovelorn plight

His aim is skewed
by sadistic whim
There is no dodging
his cruel whim
Up in arms
lets do him in

I hear by issue a bounty
on his sadistic little ass
true love to whoever  bags
this twisted cad
lets end his irony
make true love a reality

by bullet or bomb
a garret about the neck
any method
you deem fit

Because cupid is a sadist
and iv had enuff of his shit

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Because someone should part 4 a gathering of clans
Category: Writing and Poetry

Because someone should
a gathering of clans
Part 4

For a full week the summoning fire burned
the summons passed from fire tower too fire tower
to all corners of the highlands the message went
All honor bound to attend
sixteen years since a summoning it had been
these years under the yoke of a king
from a distant land
from each vale the chief
and four voting representatives
Two women and two men

They arrived at High Meadow
In fours eights and twelves
merging on their journey
All praying the time had come
to remove the high kings thumb
from the land of the unified clan

one month to the day
that eric avenged his brother
the first conclave of the clan held council
the evidence was presented
war contemplated
freedom demanded

High chief Mcgruder
called the convocation to session

Brothers and sisters
we be gathered here to measure and weigh
what we know and what has come to pass
you all be knowing of the raiders
murdering vipers plaguing the land
well a warband bonded by Eric
put them to the blade
at leaning rock
to the very last man

the cheers shook the halls of high meadow
as they screamed his name
ERIC ERIC ERIC
reverberated about the hall meadow and glade

Mcgruder called for silence
but it was still a span of time
before order was restored

This be not the end
but the beginning
there is much you need to know
I'll not send a singe man or warbride
to fight and die without knowing
the why
Bartholamu get the here and speak
tell what you know

The largest man to ever tread the highlands
climbed upon the speakers stone
broad of shoulder
two heads taller than the tallest there
he spoke with the voice of thunder
deep and penetrating

Ye all be knowing me
nothing but a simple blacksmith and tacker
Last year as my tax levee
to the low king in pall pass
i sent 200 horse shoes
and 100 full set of tack
as tax for our steading
well it is that the horses of the raiders
were shod with my shoes
and led by me tack
plan for all to see my smithmark
upon every piece
where could these raider have come by these
but as gift or payment by the pall king

the giant smith stepped down from the speakers stone
and resumed his place amongst his clan
silence held but for a moment
then as the rumble fro m a great beast
the sound grew
till the very sun shivered in fear
for the rile of the unified clan
was no tempest to be taken lightly

Mcgruder
allowed the anger to build
basking in the righteous rage building
threatening to burst the walls of the gathering hall

Then in a voice that over-topped them all
I call for vote
be it war or parlay
All speaking for war so now say
Dust settled from the rafters
such was the cry
WAR WAR WAR

Now those who say parlay speak
not a sound was made
But by one man
Stanson stood forth

Hight chief i beg your leave to speak
Mcgruder acknowledged him with a nod

I ask only this
war i say
but how are we to win
they defeated us before
what makes us sure they wont again

Eric stepped forward
May i have the stone
I feel i can lay that beast to rest
the chief nodded

upon the stone he leapt
No dishonor to you Stanson
for asking the hard question
Before we were a broken land
fighting one to one
but we leaned from our defeat
and in the waiting for the conclave
laid plans
if you will fight
we have a plan
to drive this scourge from our land

we shall meet him as one
with catapult and trebuchey
infantry and cavalry
archer and pike

the high king has taught us war
we shall teach him what it is to be a warrior
his tactics and our blood
will rule the day
SO I SAY AGAIN
WAR OR PARLAY

there was no doubt
from the ringing shouts
WAR WAR WAR WAR

Mcgruder retook the stone
pass the barrel
black stone for war white for parley
once the vote was taken
and the barrel upended
like black hail was the vote
not a white stone to be seen

HERE BEGINS THE TAIL
OF THE CANS MARCH FOR FREEDOM

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trapped
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Writing and Poetry

Trapped

Search for me
for i am trapped within the pale.
That dark region of this reality
that swallows souls
consumes the spirit

where everything is washed to a muted
dingy grey
the place between
hope and despair
where the living die
and the dead arise
and point accusing fingers

leave me not here
in this limbo
this colorless place
of half light
its chill fingers
steal into my mind
taunting me
laughing
cackling

this purgatory
abyss of oblivion
the place found only when lost
within closely guarded pain
the fruit of shame
of failure

A wind blows through this place
no cooling breeze
a scourering
scathing gale
of thoughts of self
recrimination
guilt and fear dance
within this wind
specters of past
come to accuse
mocking

no features in this void
flat
lifeless
nothing to draw the eye
or mind
from the soul's tempest
a place without answerers
only unanswerable
questions

where daily bread
is pain
seasoned with ash
where blood does not flow
and the moment between heartbeats
is eternity

please deliver me
my strength wanes
and i begin to fathom
the voices within
the wind

embrace me
before i embrace them
to spend my days
a shell
housing a spirit
dried and parched
diliver me
from my ids of march

will you search for me
or leave me here
because i am weak
and afraid
valueless in thine eyes
for needing

call to me
drowned out my keening
somebody
help me find me
for i am lost

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nightlight
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sitting on the floor at the foot of my bed.
At 2 AM contemplating fate
in the reflection of a blade.
By the soft glow of the night light,
and the remnants of the moon.
Reflecting in my eyes from the flat side,
thinking on the caress of the edge.
Contemplating burdens,
old soul wounds still hurting.
And fresh tragedy
not yet integrated into my litany.
Wondering what is next,
and how much more i can bear.
But the cold glow of the night light,
offers me no answers.
And i have unfinished business.
So not tonight my newfound friend.
Maybe tomorrow night
when we speak again.

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PASSIONFIRE
Category: Writing and Poetry

PASSIONFIRE

In the semi darkness.
Breathing ragged from need
Looking upon her
stretched languidly,indolently.
across my bed.

Abolishing my fears as i draw near.
peaceful on the surface.
Inflamed within.
Contained.
with-strained.

running  my hand across her flesh.
She shivers under my touch
with ragged breath.
As i caress her breast.
Across her stomach,
Feeling the moistness.
she groans with duress.

Clutching at my hair.
She pulls me down.
AS my toungue darts.
Her breath catches.
back arching,
moaning.

Slowly i kiss my way up.
Clutching at me
She begs.
Whispers,,

Through a red haze.
I can barely see her face.
S L O W L Y
Entering.
Shivering
Enveloped.

Trying to go slow.
To be tranquil,
serene.

NO longer contained.
Uncontrolled, savage
cries blending like a symphony.
Lust well matched.

Nearing,
screaming.
clutching.
simultaneously.
Exalted.

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BECAUSE SOMEONE SHOULD (PART 3)

BECAUSE SOMEONE SHOULD
part 3

They made camp that night
bathed by moonlight
insects and night birds singing
songs to the departed

a dozen campfires
casting caotic light
animating mens shadows into
dancing specters
no peaceful sleep
in the glade that night

with the coming of dawn
more clans men drifted in
now a hundred and thirty  strong
brothers of the highlands
linked by years
laughter and tears
of one mind
justice
vengeance

as they saddled and mounted
to begin the hunt
corel road into camp
horse lathered and lame

where is eric he cried as he fell to the ground
the king is not coming
his garrison will not help
his message is that
the squabbles of the clans
are no business of his

a new rage passed through these men
souls of honor
brothers of this land
new steel and rage in the eyes
of every last man

eric spoke coldly
his anger like ice
then we will do the kings work ourselves
and then see to this king

Bernard
get your ass over to glen cove
fetch us macgruder
tell him the clans march for war
and the highland chief
is needed by his people
then go to high meadow
and light the summoning signal

the raiders will take the north road
we will cut cross country
and lay  an ambush at leaning rock
trap them between the rock
and and the  lock

they mounted and rode
no longer of steading
once again the highland clans
united by blood oath
you could tell by their stance
no longer yoaked

they arrived at leaning rock
after many hours hard ride
but the path through the valley
cut a day from the ride
time to lay plans
for the raiders demise
give me twenty  men on the rock
your best shots
let them pass into the neck before you fire
we will split the rest to each side of the chock
hidden in the woods
when the archers let loose
we stager our attack
the rear goes first
that will turn their troop
and break their formating
once they commit
the second group  attacks
falling on the rear

the men split
each to his place
wrapping tack in cloth
old hands at this game
silent death
wraiths of the highlands

as the sun begain to set
the raiders entered the neck
a stretch of rock
one hundred eighty feet long
only 30 wide
before the drop into the lock

in there arrogance
they had set no outsiders
they had no clue
that deaths hand awaited

gilly whispered fire
and
the twang of thirty mountain bows
sang with one voice
 a rain of death from above
 fell upon the raider
one third of their numbers
sent to announce
their arrival in hell

then the highlanders  fell upon them
claymors flashing
benieth a blood red setting sun

the raiders fought with the ferocity
that men find when faced with death
and began to push forward
 thinking this 50 was all they faced

once committed
eric and his men
without a sound
launched themselves upon the rear
cutting through them
laying them down like a wind
through wheat

no a raider survived the day
that
 Eric and his brothers
brought justice back
the the clans

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THE FORGE
Current mood: determined
Category: Writing and Poetry

THE FORGE

Thrust into the flames of strife
my soul quickened by the fires
of calamity
hammered upon
the anvil time
by the ceaseless blows
of life

I am a sword
forged in the crucible
of vicissitude
quenched in the waters
of ascendancy

ever the victor
over life's
adversities
tempered by
the tribulations
fate has visited upon me

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fire in my mind
Current mood: crushed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Fire in my mind

there is a fire in my head
searing my mind
consuming me
reducing me
devouring
my soul

noxious fumes
chocking
malevolent
malignant
sinister

a spirit of despair
afflicting my mind
anguish
my companion
disaster
my bedfellow

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