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Please keep those donations coming in, folks. Let's get this FReepathon done.
Tom is a fool IMO, though.
To All: If I am missing something please post the link.
Doug Thompson Media, owner and operator of the web site since its debut on the Web on October 1, 1994, announced today that it has agreed to sell the site to Capitol Hill Journalism Partnership.
"Capitol Hill Blue is a pioneer in web-based journalism," said partnership spokesman William J. Lowrey. "We intend to honor that tradition and improve upon it."
The partnership is composed of working, Washington-based journalists who work for print, broadcast and web-based media outlets.
"We intend to use Blue as a test bed for new techniques and concepts for web journalism," Lowrey said.
I think it would be far more "educational" if you perhaps could elucidate on the above selling of CHB statements. WHO OWNS Capitol Hill Blue at the present time? Who was the deceptive party in this fiasco?
And what exactly does this mean?
Thank-you, for your time in response.I will go read the links you posted to possibly start to answer my questions figuring out this fiasco.
So instead of insinuating I am drinking (drunk) because I question who is who and what, in this CHB fiasco, post your reasoning/facts for the above statement instead of thanking gawwd you are going to go get your nails done.
I am drinking coffee. Why would I "but' the bottle down? :-)
The way the CHB writers are going anyone can BE William McKinley,Doug Thompson,- for all we know even SOBER, :-) they are Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble, or Beavis and Butthead, Terry McCauliffe, James Carville,Paul Begala, The Queen of England.
Capitol Hill Blue Sold
No more unnamed sources - Doug Thomson - Capitol Hill Blue
Did Capitol Hill Blue Post An Article With Fabrications?
The TRUE Capitol Hill Blue story the PRESS IGNORED:'Dems plan to undermine America to beat Bush'
The madman of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue- CAPITOL HILL BLUE
Writer apologizes for "Madman of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue" column Capitol Hill Blue ^ | February 26, 2003 | DOUG THOMPSON
BREAKING: Conned big time "CIA Witness" to White House Lying about Intel story found to be FRAUD
Terrance J. Wilkinson?
Is McKinley metaphor right for Bush?
Republicans Admire Bill . . . McKinley, That Is
James Carville? Terry McSpitUp? Fred Flinstone?
Lying, spinning and confusing in nothing new. Ask the DNC.
Regarding your statement, the dems are dangerous but don't be too blind to our government raging out of control. This and homeland security and many fed programs and agencies make us slaves. Immigration and the upcoming globalization make good hard working families lose jobs-daily. If our government got cleaned up and stopped lining the pockets of congress and senate and big wig fed agencies it would show that outside of the two party system and or reform in a huge way is the only way our country will not go to hell in a hand cart.
Did Capitol Hill Blue Post An Article With Fabrications? Post An Article With Fabrications? Posted on 07/08/2003 4:32 PM EDT by William McKinley
This (the quoted statement below) was named a partnership.
Who is William J. Lowrey?
Who was CHB sold to? What is your current status with CHB? Why (if) did you sell CHB? And to whom, exactly?
Click here could you please explain what I may have missed?
The paragraph you quoted and the leftist gsy rights opinion was the whole articles point.
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A general rate-distortion (RD) model for block-based video coding is proposed in this study. Based on this model, an innovative coding characteristic called texture-complexity (TC), which is defined as a function of discrete cosine transform (DCT) coefficient distribution and distortion-quantisation (DQ) relationship as well as variance of residual block, is presented for rate control. Moreover, an adaptive linear TC forward-prediction model is established to estimate the characteristic of incoming image block, and a head bits prediction model as well as an optimal bits allocation method are also proposed to best allocate available bits. Experimental results show that the H.264 encoder (JM15.1), using the proposed rate control algorithm, achieves an objective quality improvement up to 0.434 dB, produces flatter bit-rate/PSNR curve and meets closer target bits budget than outcomes of JM15.1 rate control method (JVT-W042).


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Covington officials are continually working on making the city more walkable, and people will soon be able to travel on paved paths - sidewalks and crosswalks - all the way from the Turner Lake Complex to Eastside High School, approximately a 4-mile trip.
Donna Sheldon visited Covington Friday to share her plan to shake up the federal government, and topping her list was implementing term limits and balancing the budget.
Covington officials say this year's holiday season kickoff will be one that residents won't want to miss.
"The Vampire Diaries" is returning to film at Worthington Manor, 2129 East St., Covington, but the crew had to get a special-use permit to temporarily violate the city's noise ordinance for night filming from Nov. 12-14, as even a director's yell of "Cut!" would be too loud under the current rules.
Downtown Covington is getting public restrooms to make the area more visitor-friendly, especially for the city's increasingly large events.
Incumbent Chris Smith will serve another four-year term in the Covington City Council Post 1 East seat.
Downtown Covington is getting public restrooms to make the area more visitor-friendly, especially for the city's increasingly large events.
The hit CW show "The Vampire Diaries" celebrates five seasons. Take a look back at their time here in Covington.
The square will be blocked off to traffic from 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. tonight for filming of "The Vampire Diaries" in front of the Mystic Grill restaurant.
A fugitive who was being sought in an armed robbery attempt and shootout at a Fayetteville restaurant was found dead in a Covington apartment complex Tuesday by law enforcement officials, who had an arrest warrant for the man.
Plywood palace: Plywood replaces windows, and nothing replaces the screen on the porch of this Stone Mountain Street house.
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From the Brantford Expositor, October 14, 1961:
"Old Hundred," one of the oldest houses in Brantford , located at
100 Wellington St, has been acquired by theWestfield Pioneer Village Association.
100 Wellington St, has been acquired by the
The Village is now in the early stages of construction 20 miles from here near Rockton in Wentworth County . It is expected to be open for public viewing in 1963 and to be completed by 1967. The Brantford home, built in 1852 by Robert Gillen, on property deeded by the Six Nations,
was originally purchased by the city from the owner, Miss Helen M. Straith. It was to have been torn down for parking space. Glenn Kilmer, principal of the Pauline Johnson Collegiate, who is secretary of the pioneer village association, heard of the city's plans, and negotiations for saving this well-preserved house are now complete"
This is definitely my favourite home in Westfield . It was home to 4 generations of Gillens. The father, Robert, was a magistrate. The home used to be at 100 Wellington St, right across from the Superior Court. The home was nicknamed "Old Hundred" as seen on the mail slot.
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SportVillarreal give leaders some space Juan Albin snatches late 1-0 win for Getafe despite Villarreal having one-man advantage in Spanish Primera Division. 12 Dec 2010 09:05 GMT | Sport, Italy, Mali, Spain Albin was sent off as he earned a second yellow card for removing his shirt after scoring his winner [Reuters] Villarreal squandered the chance to move within two points of second-placed Real Madrid in the Spanish Primera Division when they conceded a late goal to lose 1-0 at Getafe despite having an extra man for more than half the match. Without suspended Italy striker Giuseppe Rossi, Villarreal lacked their usual bite in attack and substitute Juan Albin snatched the winner for Getafe in the 89th minute after their defender, Daniel Diaz, had been sent off just before half time. Uruguayan midfielder Albin, whose low shot squirmed just inside the post, was also dismissed as he celebrated the goal by removing his shirt and was shown a second yellow card. Atletico Madrid ended a run of three defeats in all competitions on Saturday when a Sergio Aguero double gave them a 2-0 win at home to Deportivo Coruna in the late kickoff. Depor goalkeeper Daniel Aranzubia saved Diego Forlan's fifth-minute penalty before Aguero, whom local media reported on Saturday had agreed a contract extension, struck twice before half time to lift Atletico to sixth spot. Poor run Sevilla striker Frederic Kanoute had a first-half penalty saved as the Andalusians' poor run continued when they lost 3-1 at home to lowly Almeria in the regional derby. Results & fixtures Saturday December 11 Atl Madrid 2-0 Deportivo Getafe 1-0 Villarreal Sevilla 1-3 Almeria Sunday December 12 Athletic Bilbao v Espanyol Hercules v Malaga Real Mallorca v Santander Sporting Gijon v Levante Zaragoza v Real Madrid Barcelona v Real SociedadMonday December 13 Valencia v Osasuna The Mali international pulled a goal back to make it 2-1 in the 83rd before Almeria's Pablo Piatti scored his second of the night to condemn Sevilla to a fourth straight defeat, prompting disgruntled whistling at the Sanchez Pizjuan stadium. Villarreal and Getafe, watched by Spain coach Vicente del Bosque, cancelled each other out in the first period at the Coliseum in Madrid before Diaz was dismissed in the 41st minute. The referee brandished a straight red card at the Argentine defender after he cut down Villarreal's pacy Brazilian striker Nilmar in full flight. The numerical advantage immediately lifted the visitors. Nilmar burst clear moments before the break but his low shot was well saved by Jordi Codina's outstretched leg. Villarreal's Spain midfielder Santi Cazorla and former international Marcos Senna saw plenty of the ball but were unable to unlock a determined home defence and Francisco Casquero's header set up Albin to snatch the win. Third-placed Villarreal have 30 points from 15 matches behind Real Madrid, who have 35 and can climb above leaders Barcelona at least for a few hours with a win at bottom side Real Zaragoza on Sunday. Champions Barca host promoted Real Sociedad in the late kickoff. Getafe climb to seventh on 23, level on points with Atletico but with a worse goal difference. Espanyol are in fourth spot on 28 points ahead of their trip to Athletic Bilbao on Sunday while fifth-placed Valencia have 24 before hosting Osasuna on Monday.Source: Reuters
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Here is what Christmas time means to me.
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Dressed in holiday style.
In the air there's
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Children laughing, people passing,
Meeting smile after smile,
And on every street corner you'll hear:
Silver bells, silver bells,
It's Christmas time in the city.
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,
Soon it will be Christmas day.
City street lights,
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Blink a bright red and green,
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See the kids bunch,
This is Santa's big scene,
And above all this bustle you'll hear:
Silver bells, silver bells,
It's Christmas time in the city.
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,
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I'm looking into buying a vent-free gas fireplace insert. I have a vented now and it stinks, the heat just goes byby..
so i'm looking for a good 18" to 24" set, i have a remote control too. About how many BTU's would heat 1000 sq ft? I have oil heat and I'm trying to save some money while I"m online and watching TV, so i dont have to heat the whole house while i sit here... And if anyone knows a good place online to get one or has one and can recommend it. please do so.. thanks -chris |
I'm not a big fan of vent free. Make sure you install some CO detectors if you go this route, actually you should have these already if you have gas appliances.
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I could care less about the four corners of insults, That intelligence invites; It is always the first straw of grass that's grows, which reveals the popular outcast; As a youth, I found my image cut down into this manufactured silhouette. Drenched in social rain, my peers had never found me more alienated, Then when I spoke fluently of diverse topics; They did everything in their power to provide a verbal umbrella, However, the texture remains weak and defeated. This stormy parade that remains' dripping is indeed an afterthought, For within this cranial mansion resides additional rooms, For the more abstract and surreal elements of life; It is that secluded gland which reveals the renaissance of men, who wear infinite Fedoras. Now wearing the shoes of a young man, A taste of charisma resides in my veins; However this slight addiction to external haze, Comes in second to my first drug of choice: Wisdom. Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime; So don't be surprised when resistance knocks at your door, Intimidated by the lion that dwells within your temple; Indeed intellect is the misunderstood fruit, That blossoms sweeter when accepted.
He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
Many voices from the past, Always echoing in my head, How long can it last, I thought you were dead. You always tell me what to do, So I don't make a mistake, Somehow you always knew, How many I could make. Because once I hurt you, And you'll never let me forget, But what can I do, You're not quite dead yet. Why won't you leave me alone, Will you never forgive me, I wish I could atone, Please, just let me be. The hollow echo of your voice, Will linger on forever, You've given me no choice, It'll never stop, ever. The sound of you used to make me smile, But now it tortures me, I will always be in denial, So an end I'll never see. Written by: Kelly Deschler Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" - themes-gothic/spiritual
As the master potter plies his wonderful trade To mould the clay his design in his head is now laid He shapes, he feels and he moulds it with care The finished piece still in his dreams to be fair. With his skill and inner eye he sees his masterpiece But before he throws it, he needs to find inner peace. His skill in knowing and loving and he has the knack Making sure with any pressure his piece will not crack. His piece is here, and now it needs to sit and slowly dry Before it's placed in the fire in temperatures so high A worrying time for the potter, in the heat of the fire Will his masterpiece survive and it's his fervent desire. But the potter with his skill has learnt his trade well And his piece will survive so he needn't' dwell All the love he has lavished on his masterpiece Will survive all the heat, and will now bring him peace. © ~GG~ 27/02/2013
The Warrior My pencil is my sword My eraser is my shield And when I go to war My paper is my battlefield When life is to much This is how I express the way I feel And so I write such words As murder, stab, kill When people read these words Misunderstanding they think I'm insane But this is just how I vent All my anger, frustration and pain People that don't know me Think I look like a bad man The people that say they do know me Think I live the life of a madman All of these things Circling in my head Sometimes I have to wonder Would I be better off dead I used to be a somebody And my reputation would reflect That I used to be a person To look up to and respect But now you can see By the trembling in my hands That all I am these days Is a tired, broken man
(THE GHOST) With the open, naked eye, Pure death approaches! Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago No, whiff nor smell when "THE GHOST" is around. Abuses the whiteness, in which exists inside these sheets. It can be the cost and the reason of your overdose in question. Go ahead and dig your own grave. I have already commissioned your headstone. You won't be remembered, The aftermath this GHOST creates, will leave you babbling, even in your crate. This is that whiteness you do not want to feel or taste. Once he or she was a nobody, is now "The Infamous Ghost!" The one that lives within your 'Indian Hollow Walls.' The Ghost' leaves heat behind in your room. It prowls around, leaving you within a near death experience every night. This' ghost left behind will wreak havoc on your soul, Shh! Listen to your walls, they speak quite a bit. Once you find yourself with broken wind, and watery eyes. Do not think this is your maker in the process. 'The Ghost' with eyes so potent compels a numbing stare! If there really is such a thing as reincarnation, Then you had better think that this ghost was a ghost in its own past life. 'The Ghost' can have you breathing out tears so intense. Leveling your entire room, with a moat surrounding your bedded kingdom. Not even your frightened watery dripping eyes will salvage your soul. Nothing will come in handy before you die. 'The Ghost' will incinerate on your obituary. … It will read… "There is nothing to Fear but Fear itself! "Said: Franklin D. Roosevelt!" That, and the fear is all this fearless 'Ghost will leave behind. It will have you thinking in rational fear. (RIP) -Skat's Poetry-
HELP ME When we fight I want to run away But there's nowhere to go But down, down, down Your vicious tongue lashes thru my heart As you beat me with your soul And I want to run away So far from you and this town, town, town If I could just tell someone I'm just a piece of trash Would they help me or am I just all alone? Metal and glass crash. I never thought I could hate someone Until I met your sadness Evil never felt so bad. You're driving me too madness Running, running away from you To nowhere lasting Screaming and nobody hears me As my blood pours fasting Please save me from this ilk. I'm too weak to drink my milk The time has come and gone my friend I fear the near is coming to an end…help Leah 1/30/2013
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
The World My work is over time to head on home Made lots of money trading stocks on-line I told my secretary she could leave Askance my traders quid pro quo was fine I entered elevator floor nine-teen Pushed ground floor button number one then saw Another door to lift laid opposite Impossible, turned ready to withdraw The Devil's Minion Unable to escape the way I came The capsule doors on other side agaze Was drawn out by a large, dark silhouette Inside a narthex three closed doors ablaze I listened to malefic force within Effulgent scuttles have distracted me With ears submitting to an evil force On knees established I forlornly see The Choice The devil's minion utters chilling words "You worldly man you face deserving death" "You will be given one last stabbing choice" "You get to choose a door with your last breath" If there's a god I pray you save my soul The dark and eldritch spirit yield a laugh He said "each door is named must pick one now" "Not fair" I said, he showed me golden calf Door number one depicted the word ME Door number two was written the word YOU Door number three aglow with the word HIM "What in the hell am I supposed to do ? I looked at evil spirit's saber drawn With my last breath I ran to a new dawn _____________________________________________________
Come when you are ready to love me And come when you realized more of love The time when flesh mean nothing than dust Come when you are ready to see me Not just pain that paint my solace soul And when darkness no longer breeds sorrow Come when you really want pure bliss And call to whom that bestow blessings Wait for me as I stagger like a foolish pagan Come when all sores are wide open Wide enough for a blind eye to see Call me before dawn fades my dreams Light the wisdom of the goddess to this valley A valley I wander through day and night Find your vanity before winter wrinkle all sweat I shall wait to the corner of your heart all night Visit me more often than you thirst for water Water my dust with your pure tears Look for signs to those flourishing flowers And sing my last rhymes of sweet poetry
Have no fear my dear friend in this grand life, For your actions should often be so bold; Courage is the answer to this life's strife, And makes our dreams now so precious as gold; It's with time and thought we know and are told, Makes us always quite brave, stalwart and spry, And gives us sweet courage never to cry. Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, October 10, 2014 (Rhyme Royal in Iambic Pentameter)
In a strange environment under gross darkness and whispering night,I found myself with a companion. We walked an endless journey across the woods..eerie sounds we heard,a crack! then the undead resurrecting from marshes,we ran seeking for cover. These creatures howled as they drew near with blood dripped mouths,my fear deepened,I called out to my friend a flesh eater he became. Under the whispering night I stood alone, seemed the world stood still,as these monsters encircled me,I closed my eyes wishing I was not born. Suddenly,a bright light shone,dispersed darkness,repelled these zombies-then eerie noises ceased, and the world revolved once again. A knock,I realized I drifted to sleep as my companion entered my car. We zoomed off towards the horizon under the bright sky. Name:ifeanyi B. Ekechukwu. Date:24/10/2013
They are bound to the Earth like trees Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen Hoping that one day someone will see: They can't escape with lacerated wings The ocean surrounds me, covering everything Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find I can't escape with lacerated wings. Swarms of nets, waves of screams Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams The mask has be seared - The truth now they see The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings There's reasons for your rejections: Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression The scars are too deep to pass the trials But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings
The spark ignited and threatened the paper The corners curled and burned black ablaze in reds It left behind the black ashes Of regret It closed into the center The trail of uncontrollable Disaster The smoke obscured reality And left the surroundings in a lightless poisonous cloud Choking on the only air there was left Until it was devoured all alone
THE BIGOT Having settled into a firmament of tarnished soil, your sprouted roots bring forth sullied growth. What was blessed by the sun at birth, now hides in deep shadows of the moon, living half a life in darkness creating the fear that comes from a wolf's howl. C.A.K. 11-3-2012 SYNOPSIS of 'THE BIGOT' We are born innocent, but soon learn to distrust. Racial prejudice, bigotry,antisemitism emboldens and excites ignorance and soon hate becomes the bigot's religion of choice.
Written May 31, 2013 The sun does rise Over silver ships sailing in the sky Rain on down on our parade In a concrete jungle The kids come out to play Masked by this dreadful masquerade A cosmic dance where stars collide The kids and parents run to hide Shelter from the enemy above Who light up the sky with lightning bugs The land is dark and the sky is black Mothers pray the birds will not come back Be it by barren land or vicious sea Lord just hear our plea The sun does rise Over silver ships sailing in the sky Rain on down on our parade In a concrete jungle The kids come out to play Masked by this dreadful masquerade
i could sit here. day in and day out thinking of the most proper way to let the ink in the pen spill out but as of late im feeling prehistoric so much weight on my shoulders and i dont know where to go resuscitate my soul look back up and head to the goal so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down. on the road to redemption you can take a seat up in the front section just so you can feel the emotions in this electric notion i've done a lot of things that hide the halo let it all collaborate when i medicate now look at me, mind workin like plato formulate a new path to take so i can maneuver through all the mistakes we all know we cant change what we've already made but we can change the next thing we create startin to sound like a serenity prayer 5 steps till im thirty and the twenty four before i was never a player found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty so careful how much you intake or be left hungover even worse be the one she ran over i dont mean to come off like im too deep but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through and leave me suffocating just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating is your life so complicated you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live just think of your kids mourning theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more cheer your self up you got a lot to live for your a gem and im that friend trynna appraise the value that you dont see inside of you just another day for him goin about searchin wonderin what his purpose is running in circles till he found a way through all the turbulence
when you're fast asleep and thoughts creep into your head and flood your brain until it weeps and your mind descends dark and deep into a land of dead end worlds where the only way out is the way you came in but the road is way too steep and your feet are made of lead and every smile is just pretend and nothing is to be believed and you're going off the deep end bleeding rivers of hatred into a pool of shallow deceit where every thought is colored red and every shade of black completes every nightmare ever conceived born of blood-stained dreams within dreams where that person you used to be is falling into skies of silent screams and contemplating death all the while wishing to be alive again
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about I'm not a punk, somebody lied-- I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas put coward to sleep, without the pajamas Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved
For years and years and a few more years, it now seems clearer to me, That we've lived well, in the nutshell of our small town obscurity. Life has been grand, on two acres of land of which I can't lament. Though living tall, we've kept things small, even the way our money's spent. Back of my mind, I've been inclined to believe that saving is good, And that posit, has led to deposits for as much as I could. In each account, I put in amounts as if planting a garden, Albeit these seeds, were green as weeds, but at least I was start'en. Yes time has passed, three decades go fast, and I've watched that garden grow. Although there were years, where only some tears, sprouted out of each row. Whether sunny, though not very funny, often the plants wilted, But anyways, I'd plant each day, now some of my crops are gilded. Though currently, this economy's, dire in our nook and cranny. So much so, that I don't know, if it's worth getting off my fanny. Pardon that line, but it kinda' rhymed, and sometimes that's how I roll. But anyhow, I'm back here now; yes hardship has taken a toll. New planting's a joke, like I just spoke, since I have no new seeds at hand, Now I'll switch, and dig up each ditch, due to this ill-timed command. So here I go, ready or no, harvesting long planted cash crops. For as long, that thrift is wrong, and until things perk up I can't stop. Far from retiring, nor desiring, to pick these crops premature, But there's no choice, and we can't rejoice, yet have hope for the future. Thus I'll pray, and wait for the day when our countries fiscally sound, But have doubts, and crops may run out, before Reagan comes back around.
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
I am a misprint, Ink blot on love, I remain a maybe Longing for fact, No speck of lint, A hand in glove. Thunder; a baby Will only react When you etch Parallel clouds, Whistling on cue To a dead town. Dream a sketch Of silent crowds Becoming you, This boiling crown Chews thought Into flagellation. Holes in the walls To spy through, Seeking a sort Of bricked-up sun. A heaven of halls, All leaving you.
Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about I'm not a punk, somebody lied-- I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction You're a toy, all looks but no action So much beef, I can open up a diner Catch me underground, call me a miner I keep it real, you haters is processed To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon I cock my tool as they approach, get ready Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady When they get near, that trigger get a pull Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame I was long gone, before the law even came
To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness 6-29-13
ripples in the wave resemble grains in wood this wall is evil there's no trace of good razor sharp claws curl pleading to fall a face is forming fully you're seeing a skull frightened the more you look the more it gains pouring rain is its coarsing veins it's storing rage and storming hatred turning plentiful fields into morbid wastelands more than wasting this is pure destruction write a plea to the planet titled dear dysfunction a pit full of overzealous jealous clammering bringing each other down to snag a dream living vicariously through a magazine this hate shouldn't flow so avidly but when you're up against a wall and you give it your all there's still a damn good chance that wall might fall ~Rolphy
Fun is when I get my reticle on your head, When I pull the trigger, bullets riddle your body, As your body flies back, and the flies forward, after I throw my frag, Now you know will what is lag When you get mad, and try to hack, you will unleash my program. I access your files and create sub directories, you will never know of the package inside, mess with me, and you will know what the grim reaper is like, cause here in the game your in my domain, now your soul is mine, cause script kiddies like you make me lulz as I hack you until your DDOS'd now you scream get off of teamspeak, your nothing your finished now call it a day, before I have to teach you another lesson, in cyberspace is where I go to play take away my peace and I'll show you fear, I know where you live you can't hide your IP to save your life, you left so many footsteps for me to find, you try to bounce from server to server trying to hide from me, cause you can only hop for so long before I with glee end your stupidity.
Dying to Live From off this bier I will arise one day. And nothing that has cowered me before, Will hie me back again from whence I stray; I leave, and seal the mausoleum door. When from that threshold that I do depart, I leave my travails lying on the floor. Knowing that this new life stands apart, I turn my back on fear I cannot tame. Determining that I will make a start, Where love and hopes rebound, and bear not shame. But fear will not hinder my hurried flight, From hush-voiced days I lost that whispered blame. And though I stumbled through with blinded sight, I boldly challenge terror-shrouded night. © Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved
Last knight Eye dreamed Eye was a dragon with wings made from disdain and shaped like quaking fear that burned holes through my subconscious imaginings. Eye was gliding soundlessly thru dark clouds, thunder, and rain, while the Slayers stood below, grounded in tyranny and trying to pull Me from the knight sky...Then Eye could hear, then Eye watched thru Dragon-I's as arrows joined my flight...trying to penetrate the hard scales of My spiritual skin. The muted sharpness of the arrows' dancing ricocheted off of Me. Then Eye cried. Not in agony or pain or sadness...no Eye cried in echoing defiance of the oppression of blind slavery and meaningless denial. Eye belched blue and green flame and roared aloud--as loud as my Dragon-voice would carry. Eye scorched the minds of the lie-ers and self-made martyrs (there, the ones who were carrying the omission of Truth of this world). The Slayers still stood their ground. They kept circling around and around under Me...but Eye kept pumping My neck, Eye kept beating My wings, but still the Slayers came...more and more of them... Eye dived down deep toward their barren landscape (My Own Hunting Ground!!); Eye needed to see their torn, hated faces...Men, all. They kept their hoods drawn, their faces hidden from My I's. But their bodies were bare and naked to My Dragon-flame, naked to the force of My righteous wrath. Eye swept down closer, closer until Eye could smell the scents of their sweat and dried blood (of conquered servants before), and Eye could see, even count, the dark hairs sprouting from greasy, dirt-clogged pores. Eye could see that some bore vehement scars, jagged marks streaking across their man-flesh. Their weapons were crude, mostly: wood axes, scythes, cudgels, kitchen knivez sharpened to a murderous edge...the only sophisticated armaments were their bows, their arrows. The bows were of blood and bone and tendon and blind fear, the sinewy string woven with acceptance of the Truth...how odd (the Truth that they must stand and fight a common enemy as a single unit, that they must stop war amongst themselves to do so)...and their arrows were bound with Hope and Reason, that Eye would die before them, that they would live on. The bows were more beautiful than the Slayers deserved to wield, but they commanded them with such grace and poise and proficiency... The Truth is Eye, the Dragon-Knight, and the Slayers are all of mankind's fear and war and social stigma among thorns... Their bows were the making of Truth and Love and Acceptance, only constructed and command-able when mankind will stand together and open their I's and see.
When He breaks you It is to re-make you. If given the choice To give destiny your voice You would undoubtedly have picked this state Such is the irony of fate He breaks you now So you later see the how - How the pieces of your journey come to be A slow but eventual solving of this mystery He makes you work work work – then fail So that you realize your means are of no avail Without His will - But feel His mercy fill - Even through the aches still He punctures your bubble of hope To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope To avoid you saying 'this was all from me' Which you might say if it always did come so easy He lets you fall So that when you stand It's straight and tall Your past sorrows Not letting you drown Without your ego Weighing you down Even while the road appears smooth He lets you trip and trip again So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain In essence, He knows Best The perfect Teacher Who puts the perfect test - Truly, He breaks you To re-make you… Better.
Prefece: You're sitting alone at the bar of the coffee shop and you've got the usual. black decaf latte, today's newspaper, and that pen that smears blue ink. It's the same every night, that's why you come back. Monotony is relief. The only move you've made in what seems like hours was to refill your drink. Coffee Shop: You stare at the latte like you're about to open a gift. Lifting the cup high, your lips sip the heavy cream. Tired eyes watch the frosted window and the drift that carries the uninvited snow effortlessly past you. The room behind you is burning loud with conversation; The same arguments, theories, solutions It's a sickness stuck in the same old rotation. Like hopeless addicts, they fiend for absolution There's talk of Plato's cave that shrouds enlightenment. Others discuss Gandhi's hidden path to the same effect. They repeat wise men's words in circles they invent, leaving what's more than a hint of ignorance to detect The sun sets and you're blinded by a glare as you look to the skyline, the light glows as it sits atop the trees; you look down with a sigh. Through the window you catch the eyes of a battered man, the look of isolation and despair intertwined. The man's face, streaming with tears, tells a story of one too many goodbyes. What difference does this man make, which he is or what he needs? You've seen it all before; a different movie, the same old theme. Plus, the tilt of his head and pain in his eyes speak for him of his own misdeeds Your stare stays locked as you say out loud, "things are always what they seem." You have a heavy feeling bring a question that stays planted in your mind You wonder now if you walk the very path that hollowed this man's eyes. The thought turns into voices, the words they say are all entwined. Getting louder now, the more you try to block them out, the more they intensify. -Jackson Kilgrow rantedtirades.blogspot.com
Beneath the icy shroud Silence is screaming - gasping To breathe to survive
Written June 25, 2012 Dim the lights No one knows Silhouetted indisposed Can you hear Children's fears The darkness will be here By the time You can see The light that buries me You will know All that's glitters Is not gold Walk the path Satan's wrath Will enter through the back Door is closed Think you know Why the Lord has brought is here Are you telling me lies Through your eyes On and on I'll tell you're wrong Until the day is done
When you hallucinate our unknown fear, In the act of offsetting the oracles.Therefore Forworning ownself from its sacrosanctity shear, Subsisting off at the expense of the rescissive cycle, & It is risked to be answerably clear of the recidivistion, On our ragout heads would yet behest fairer? In the greegree region, If the unbeknownst boko were only so tinder, Would not its saracenic harem stoke. So they shorn in the allotments of massive alopecician , As trying tardy in some doubtful spoke, Men left out in its tincture realms, spun in the air like a coin to come to face the faced,Grappling with the Hecates seeing an unkingly estranged from what had besought men engendered.
I am a spider amused that you have become ensnared in my web of lies. My talent is manipulation- I play you as easily as a puppet dangling from my power hungry fingers. Hungry, yes- I feed off these lies. The quicker you fall, the more satisfaction I feel. I am a spider and you are my pray. You do not realize you are a victim until you are bound and broken my teeth at your neck, How foolish do you feel as the venom courses through your veins? Does this make me a monster, Nothing more than a barbaric creature? Relying on primal instincts, I hunt for facts and gather the truths, smuggling them away and replacing them with Picture-perfect facsimiles engulfed in deceit. Have I performed the greatest trick of all? Or have I lost myself in my web? Each fragile strand threatens to snap, to unravel my illusion and reveal the truth masked within, leaving me exposed, vulnerable and naked. I have lost myself: A victim of my own design.
You belong to me mate ( Intro ) And that be that! Get on board And grab your hat! The ship was aghast at its new passenger ( Verse ) Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind, Newcomers were scarce And they never would last But I held up my chin nice and high. The bloke who took me screamed ( Pre-chorus ) "Mop up the deck we've got things to do!" But I said sir, I'm just a boy and don't know what's to do. And he said ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shores Taking what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet." Taking the seas for more than eight moons We found islands and loot That was bigger than most. The taste of sea air With its wind in my hair Took me away to this new life I lead. After mopping the deck He grabbed my hand and screamed "Steer this ship boy!" But I said sir, I'm just a lad and don't know where to go. So the crew yelled ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shore Taking what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet." Surprising to me Was my unshaven face The captain looked on And smiled with grace, We stopped at a place Where the women were loose and didn't mind If we took a peak. He said "Now you're a man so let's get on that boat, We got places to be and some people to rope, So grab that sword and drop that mop Cause you're no longer a boy in my eyes." I practiced the duel with the men in the crew The captain took eye to my devilish pride, And he took me aside and said "Even in death I'm gonna miss you boy But don't let it strike you Or kill your spirits Cause even time can beat out the Grim." Then in the darkness came fire and screams, Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years, The crew fought hard and beat most of the men But now, my Captain was dead. We took the new ship watching ours sink deep Saying goodbye to our drowning escape, The crew turned towards me and asked "What do we do?" and I smiled, And they did to. And we yelled ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shores Takin what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet."
Innocence Never twisted guilt Soberness, simple minded Heartfelt Young eyes blinked, bashfulness No such things as monsters Sleep tight Sleep tight No such things as monsters Years dawned on Mascara dripped Troubled eyes Losing hope now Childhood days, fade away They take me into darkness Turn on the lights Turn on the lights Haunting nightmares I looked under my bed There was a monster Staring right back at me I jumped on my bed Below my covers I was scared as can be Shaking at the image of what I have become There's a monster in my bedroom Yet I'm all alone What is happening? Life is changing Life is changing We are the monsters We are the monsters There was a mirror underneath my bed Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed Don't be scared Don't be scared We are the monsters We are the monsters We all grow up to be monsters in the end.
It is dark and night outside my window, and in the soundless, lit confines of my room I sit at my old, ivory desk cheerless and anxious with dread for what the rest of another night may bring. My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen, covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes feces and waste like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, every seven days or so ruptures its seal and transforms into a stinking and rancid cabbage whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating until the entire, offensive beast is immediately uprooted from my body. So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing these cherry-picked words to express the anxiety and the doldrums of another night; and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating, ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, omni-present stench that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that needs to be removed immediately like an old, decaying vegetable that has outlived its freshness-- It is another cheerless night in the same, old cheerless space: the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for another night...
I did not find myself to be so important So I ask my friends do I seem distant? When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings I do care, about my friends they are all good people They tend to stand on their high steeple Today I find myself not so aware Disbanding my fear of regret and care Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out For some reason I am just full of doubt I care about so many things and what I have is confusion One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone I ask my friends the same question once again I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end So many thoughts that come out of my feeling I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing They ask me questions and I answer theirs But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way It's just so simple to answer someones problem I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road, There it goes, But you don't even know your destination so, With a shake of your head, On goes the trip, And a whispered three words, This isn't it. Guided by a light, Of thirty or fourty feet, But your being driven by a heart, That has forgotten how to beat. Oh No, Here we go, Another mile turns into another night, Another day to drive right outta sight, Ohhh it's a rollercoaster horror ride. When looking over burning knuckles into the road, Oh it's a roller coaster horror ride, Lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road, Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road, An' there it goes, But you don't even know destination so, With a shake of your head, On goes the trip, And a whispered three words, This isn't it. On it goes_ this isn't it, On it goes_ this isn't it, Your trip_ Into the unknown, While lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road, And guided by a light, An' a heart_ that has forgotten how to beat. Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road, Strainin eye's on a light that guides, Our way through what we dont know. Ohh it's a rollercoaster horror ride, Being guided by the lonely nights, While lookin over, Burnin' knuckles, Into the road.
The signs are here, for all to see, The thunder clouds, the dying tree. The shining lights, that draw you near, Loud heavy music, in your ear. By word of mouth, or through cyber space, The hidden pictures, of your face, The northern lights, are dancing south, The rumours you hear, by word of mouth. The sign are falling, from the sky, Raining stars, on the passers by, While the battle rages, on underground, The innocent dying, without a sound. The cries of heaven, the screams in hell, That no one hears, down in this well, The terrible beauty, the open wound, The innocent babies, in open tombs. For all to see, for all to hear, The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear. The birds are falling, the fishes drowned, What once was up, has now become down, The tender and loving, an empty shell, The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell. The signs are here, for all to see, Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea. More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
crushed, wrecked, and shook like a ceramic doll I fall headlong and deep, deep into the violent stream of fear--fear that flows, flows like a hurried river into the tributaries of my fearful heart which trembles and quakes at the watery inundations of its rippled waves; flooded and overflowed with fears and unmoved by promises that deceive with a caress I take refuge and secret repose in a thing more wild, in a thing more bloodthirsty,-- a feral creature called "love," whose kiss is a fatal bite!
On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll flowing in other nights. Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power in my two arms. Between logic and the holy the notions are lost I am turning blue inside the sky's blue. And I return again and again to repay the same sin upon which my own blood has dropped and with blood I try for centuries to pay. My form is drawing circles -what is your name?-my name is Human. Can this mortality embrace the darkness? Can my bare hands hold within them the air? I was born for the renaissance of colours, I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon, I painted red the lost dreams of history and I placed white on all the spots of the sky. I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday, I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water. Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping... With small knives I carve the corners of the world until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper. Our fears are breaks of the Universe they are transfered from planet to planet, they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds. ''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"... Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption. They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end, the end that doesn't exist. They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom. Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green. But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes, I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world, I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind, behind the lie. Shaken off from my dirty morality I will touch the sacred redemption I will wake up from the dream, I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.
Love is an unspoken form of maschism And it's slowly killing me inside. Each minute of silence A lost beat of my heart. My ribs are all knives now Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed. My heart feels vast, hollow Cold, Like a hundred story skyscraper- its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door And their rent unpaid. And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't. I am trapped. And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves. Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are filled with the sea. And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain. Our love is the hope that soon I won't need to breathe. That the chains will break and set me free To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace. Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! Our love will starve me And burn me And deprive me of sleep. I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side. And maybe, Just maybe,k I can smile for once without the pain.
Sick people with sick brains Really nothing to desire as a (wo)man They walk around insane. A horror and I am not playing. The tall tale goes they are Stilts, a circus clown nothing like Pennywise. Just a hideous premonition place in a different medium lives in the mentality of little people. He is nothing to fear. He will tell you your destiny, for real. If you heed his words, the circus performers will destroy your world. Make your life a living hell. Do not do his will. Riddle, riddle, riddle and you shall live. Do you believe? I tell the truth. Stilts, the circus clown, is coming for you. On Halloween night, the adults gather their children around the barn fire. They believe that this brought peace on Halloween night. But little did they know that Stilts was a real life who captivated humans' minds. Such behavior allows his spirit to rise. And while everyone is outside, Stilts enters each house. The clock chimes on the hour of nine. The barn fire is ceased and each family enters their homes for a good night sleep. Stilts would form to scare only the little ones. The reality would be surreal. The lives in the Town would not ever tell. Never again would the families be aware of Halloween night without fear. The town would thrive. Stilts, a hideous depiction is now in their lives. Cross my heart and hope to die, if I am telling a lie. ___________________________________________| Penned on May 07, 2014! Updated August 28, 2014!
The cries in the night as you shed your tears, Nobody to console and hear your fears, The nightmares as the take control, Now I shall show you my other face, Let the nightmares take your peace, Let the damnation steal your joy, There is nothing left for you There was never anything here for you Death is a note, thats beauty is black, As the fire inside let it burn you alive, Death is friend that will take your pain, Let your pain fester, and infect, Do what you wish before I interject, Death is brother who needs your love, The Funeral Pyres burn your soul. Welcome to world where damnation reigns, We all will die someday, And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide, Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note, A note that rules you
Awareness of cold and biting pain Ruthless purpose of wind and pouring rain A wolf cries out to his moon again I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. When thunder strikes and hael hits earth Flashes of light do fear and moaning birth Waters angrily crashing through hostile firth I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. Pupils dilated for the dark and danger Peace and light – which is stranger? I am this wild place's only ranger I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. My frame I glimpse in a window's reflection Not feral, not savage but far from perfection At once I observe a mental correction: I am outside, alone and very afraid.
the tarot is a story of the pharoas birthday 4 royal families in hiding to win a war as a gift. satan was the pharoas name jesus was sarge mary the nurse jesus was hired to carry out satans itinerary to abolish slavery the death on the cross metaphor is a crime of the century to abolish torture in the above mentioned way. the royal curse a ring of parasites to get rid of the next...mice eating caterpillars in your body. the davinci code reveals the bait and switch gimme drawing of the line known as halloween the killing of kindness at christmas as to why the song and dance the resolutions for change at new years, is the drawing of the line realise your allie during valentines buy your way across the line at st patricks day, easter is a reminder to change the bait and switch of the name game of changing locations the last crime of the century is a court game called the name game why what is named after who where and why kindergarden cop our crime of the century is to mastermine mankinds good intentions and result in world peace when the transaction of every dollar on earth revolves around peace not war, we succeed global homework to act out the global survival of all worst case scenarios from every angle where the world achieves peace then do them again this ends up as a pancake breakfast where we talk ourselves out of a missile crisis win war like they did in the old days mark your enemy for death by making them stand out rush them in groups of ppl and drive their noses into their brain ding dong ditch is effective random hey. when was the last time you heard the mental health system cured someone of a parasite, like ring worms? are they just waiting for the military to come home and convince them to take medicine and use those buildings to hold prisoners of war? practice makes perfect.
Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still sting me. I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's spinning. My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight. Why is unclear. I tried to leave. You hit me. I fell.I started to cry. You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of my chest. I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you. You fell. I ran to our bedroom. I am trapped. No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You break down the door. I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you were trying to get some sort of juice out of me. I pull the trigger. BANG!Trapped. No where to hide.Your grip feels looser. Your face in pain. You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free. No need to hide.
In an age Where souls are pawned For fame and wealth A time when Good and evil Cease to war A period where Men passed, and Weaklings arose A place which Breaks my heart yet fuels my limbs A land whose Stain I loathe But name I bear A people who Curse the stench Yet eat the feces Here, I'm to call home Home or desert? My path is vast So I call it home But journey it is I hope to sleep And wake in a time Where men are men.
My curse flys with the vulture who has never learned to die My blood runs in the water that reflects the bleeding sky My soul hides in the shadows that dance with fire Forever Forever leaving footprints in the sand that lead to the moon Or Armageddon Footprints of fatigue putrid with deception or fleeting hope... proud in the exhausted moonlight
The clock stopped ticking, my ears are ringing Tale, tale signs that something is wrong here Everything looks normal, nothing out of place Then I looked in the mantel mirror And seen that horrid face. Not the reflection of a man, or anything I've ever seen His eyes were so hypnotic They seemed to lock onto me. He only spoke two words but they were loud and clear They will haunt my soul all my days He looked at me and said "Just You" with a blackened tooth grin He wants me as his princes His spoils of war so to speak To make me his blushing human bride And the queen of all lost souls This was way more than I could bear I tried to say no Each one bringing a crushing blow Rebuffing his every attempt each time his anger grew And my will was becoming spent. With my final exhausted breaths I begged NO let me go And he laughs and swore to kill all I love unless I stayed I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare So to save all else I gave in I miss who I use to be once so happy and care free Now on fear and hatred is how I feed I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare
You caught the bird That got away from me So keep it safe And hold it gently Since its bones Are easily broken And though it might Flap its wings in fear at first, Stroke its feathers And wait And you just might Hear it sing
From afar a mist like Folded hand encircles The naked atmosphere Like a drop of oil in water Spreads,like cancer Hides in oblivion and Manifests unannounced Wrecking havocs To seeds of mother earth, Like blanket bath Covers the fleeing legs. Like blazing furnace Scorched the souls. Like a game ace, Invincible it remains. With bleary-eyes We look to it's swift destructions- With horror blazoned Across the horizon. Only in due course, Can the seasoned Sun rise from the horizon. Surely nothing can lift This nature's curse.
a hollow shell of tangled synapses sparked into gradual madness which drowns out the truths of the day as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence dreams that reached for pure love's tender touch dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive what became of those fresh dreams and hopes as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves torn into shreds by time's fine scimitar devoid of the touch of raw passion when all that remains of love is a hollow shell
Cold hearts sway to timid tones. We hum hard; hoping to rattle the grit out of our mouths. Sand blasted teeth resonate youthful denial, torturing revelation's bargain. No cheap tricks. No sunshine, we're all gone. Too drunk on pain, to find hope in the rainfall of liquor in this dusty scene. Too many empty bottles chugging on air; the last breaths of my generation. A swirling vortex of broken condoms and vomited promises dance in neon light behind the bar, threatening to dive into the mouth of the next patron that calls to the bartender. A violent eyed harlot with dollars bursting out of her bra. She serves death with a smile, gyrating her hips to a beat …that never dances. She just throws ice into our blood and glances at the tip jar.. Knowing we'll pay our own way to hell. -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Lights They talk about searching for the light, To look into it and find something new. We see them when we're speeding down the highway at 2.AM – Nowhere to go but in such a hurry to get there. They speak of finding the light at the end of the tunnel But do they tell you of what's after the light? Is it another journey to find a brighter light, To make this world all the more uplifting. Or does it make the world even more torturous; To all who have glared into this fake mysterious journey. The metaphor of light isn't always what it turns out to be. Happiness and cruelty. You can choose these by a switch of a light – From the dream that occurs by the light in your mind Or the brutality of preventing yourself From the world that becomes above all more painful. Hazardous lights cause warning to those afraid of danger, While others see it as an exit route to another destination. The light shining from the moon keeping us safe from all around Can still make its way to the death of those alone on the streets. The peasants dying on the side of the pavement Can see themselves in the reflection in the puddle they lie beside; With the sun shining brightly onto their faces, Making them wish they were shining Like those who have seemed to have found their light. With their last breath it will all disappear- All hopes and dreams destroyed in a second, That they thought could come true, After sixty-two years of living a lie. The light cannot be complete without the darkness As for the creation of light there must be a dark. It prevents itself from becoming weak By the power of both controlling man, Leaving them scattered across their land After searching most their lives for the thing they believed in.
Through the journeys I have foreseen, Not an answer To be found. And through the times I have waited through, Not besides itself Had phased me. Along the roads One shall travel Through trials Unresolved. As mortality with Sickle and stone Shall take those Beside me Its horse in reigns Ever comforting To those Without mercy As soon Absence shall arise From what had once Been time of suffering Yet afar One believes to run To avoid Such destiny War had been waged Against the inevitable; A force ever Threatening How polite of it To resume after myself, As its realm continues, In absence.
I'm a soldier, can't you tell by my wounds? I've been tortured, I've been beaten, and I've been bruised! I have scars, I have stitches, I feel pain all the time. I don't cry anymore cause tears have stopped falling from my eyes. I've broken up homes and destroyed countless bonds But I too have been lied to and conned! I've fought many battles and won many fights I've learned many tactics like when to shoot and how to shoot right. My brain is filled with memories, memories of my wars I've tried to erase them but they've filled my body like the sores. I've played in fire and got burnt time and time again Destruction seems to be my one and only friend Cause my enemies are countless and are everywhere I turn But the one thing I desire hurts more then the wounds I've endured, Battlefields cause damage I could have suffered more But when its all said and done all is fair in love and war!
I love that moment before the storm. The world goes silent and dozes and snores. A prayer summons this bliss to last; for regular breath, much unlike the past. Peace that ends in a series of pours. Inevitable. Thunder snaps the core. The world's awake and is frantic. Breath turns to howls. Rain. Tears. Panic.
Life is a struggle, this is something we're all aware of. Some cower down when it decides to give us a little shove. To some people life is something to hate. Rejection and sorrow, they fear was their given fate. They are at a crossroad in their life right now. They want to escape their doom, but they don't know how. You see these people everyday. Walk right past them and think they're ok. If someone would stop and look into their eyes, Only then may they see their silent cries. Cries that showcase all the pain they've endured, So much hurt that they simply can't be cured. We all know the girl who has it all, The one who walks like she's ten feet tall. What we don't know is how she feels inside. She was always taught to smile, her real emotions to hide. If you knew her like the four walls in her room, You wouldn't be so fast to judge, so quick to assume. I'll tell you this, something you may not believe, Her biggest fear in life, true happiness she'll never achieve. How about the star athlete? You know the one who never accepts defeat. He walks around like he's the man, You definitely aren't his biggest fan. You don't know what is going on in his head. He probably wishes he could be back in bed. You see he was up again all night, Pillow over his ears, listening to his parents fight. On to the next one, the girl without the looks, The girl who walks in the hall with three or four books. You call her the loser, geek and nerd, You walk right past her, story unheard. She studies hard to get good grades, With hope to get away from her parent's tirades. She can't stand being at home she needs to leave quick, Her mother's on drugs, her dad an alcoholic. I hope you've learned that people aren't always as they seem. Don't tear others down to boost your own self esteem. Before you judge take a good hard look. Remember, the cover doesn't always represent the book.
The sick sadistic people that torture the kid Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates A time warp in his chest it elates Swaying through time with no cause or mentality He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality Piercing his mind with no anesthesia Mind caught in the lake of amnesia Grasping towards another minoral fate Sometimes in this bygone world its too late Suffering a wraith in his vivacious serenity So sad and unaware with no amenity This boy has suffered for a time of days Like most diverse and beseeching in many ways But tampered with is his lamp of time Puppet strings in his head now a mime The prescription of happiness is a lie Bury the darkness as a maggot one day be a fly This is the torture of a teen so young Now no speech they take your tongue Its over Its over Slit it in his own health Slayed down for his enlightened death....
Searching Searching, in the debris of the past, scraps of casually discarded emotion. Searching, in hastily trashed yesterdays, an inkling of moments flung away. Searching, in heaps of rubbished words, that tiresome sigh of defeated thought. Searching, in the layers of moulted skin the wilting self that once was true. Searching, in the reflections between the ripples, for the whispered pangs of roaring desire. Searching, in the blank eyes streaming endlessly, an echo of the faintest sigh of new life. Searching.
They Do Not See Me at All they do not see me at all... as I walk through these desecrated avenues of soul-deadening frenzy I see them all rushing past me and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call they do not see me at all it seems at times, that invisible am I for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl they rush past me for they do not see me at all I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall still they rush past me for they do not see me at all I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl and yet they rush past me for they do not see me at all they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl for they do not see me at all and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces I wish to crawl back into my nothingness where they cannot see me at all
I never planned on letting you back into my life but last night after I drank enough black label to float my scars and let my eyes swim back into delusion you kicked in the door to my apartment with your new boyfriend that tweaker you shacked up with when I left you I don't know what you two were looking for but you found me with my roommate playing Russian roulette with a saw with a diamond tipped chain and just enough gas to crank He was about to put it to my neck and pull the chord when the door flew off the hinges I heard you scream and I smiled Thankful that I could scare someone else as much as I scare myself -James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.
God God is a metaphor for many an unconscious mind -a metaphor of the highest ideal we know? Sadly not. But yes a confusing delusion of the worst kind where man and beast suffuse in an entangling glow. God is a frame without a picture in an infinite wall; You can call it that way and without fear of retribution, 'cause we invented fear and punishment and the fall from grace, as main participants of our constitution. God was for some; a man walking in the sky, for others; some kind of a belligerent entity, And for many others; the beautiful sigh of a soul in search of its own eternity. God can have many meanings and reasons depending on the party ruling at the time. You can, then, follow the flow of generational seasons and use the metaphor most pleasing to your mind. God, to me, is none of those things clustered above. I don't even call him god, a name so pagan and wild. God is the wonderful source of universal love that can always be perceived in the eyes of a child…


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Many constipation home remedies are very effective most of the time. What you eat can be a reason for you to end up with constipation and so is . When you are constipated you won't have the same frequent urge to visit the restroom until you're cured. You can always ask a doctor when you suddenly suffer from constipation. When you suffer from constipation, this condition can also lead to some physical pain. It's best to have your constipation treated before the symptoms reach the more severe level. For wonderful results it's best that you first find natural methods of relieving your constipation symptoms. When you drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, your body will be able to function optimally and so, it will be efficient in eliminating waste. For regular bowel movement, an increase in fiber intake is needed. The body's waste material is being pushed by the fiber from your diet and this puts less strain to your system. When you're still having constipation, bananas will prolong the symptoms. One best way to prevent constipation is by chewing food well before swallowing. Prunes are a great fruit to consume because it tastes pretty good and it's also one of many very good constipation remedies in existence. For you to be healthy for a long time, make sure you try constipation remedies for cleansing your intestines. Many first time parents are really worried when their baby suffers from baby constipation but this is actually quite common. One sign to watch out for with your baby is crying constantly as this may be because of constipation. Babies that are fed with breast milk and not formula milk has very low chance of being constipated. One important baby constipation cure you can do at home is by figuring out what needs to be avoided in her diet. Your baby may have eaten something that promotes constipation so the best treatment method is to avoid that food. A child can suffer from constipation in children at least once even when you are very careful with their diet but it's normal. Children are known to suffer from constipation much more than adults are prone to it. Parents must be able to read the symptoms of constipation on their children to treat it as soon as possible. It's a great daily habit for parents to be able to keep track of their children's bowel movements. There are plenty of treatments for constipation in children yet the doctor must first be certain it's constipation and not some other health problems. If a child is under medication for constipation then it's best that the child remains at home until it's over. A child can suffer from constipation because of his or her activity level which is known as a possible cause. Children usually don't like eating healthy foods especially when it comes to eating vegetables. |
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