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Rights of Manhood

As my bowls moved from one solitude to an other, my thoughts resonated to a topic of most
prolific discussion. The rights of man came into light, true nature being expressed
through the passion of my exercise. My vision lay upon the world is a sight to be seen.
Utopian fields of grass and shade from the trees, church houses cornering every abode,
people passing one an other in joyful delight.

But as the pain of pressure killed my fantasy and reality lay in front of my eyes, a
system of government and order contemplated my cerebrum window.
Knowing that not all individuals act accordingly to civilized society, that some must be
enforced, and others must be eliminated. Perfection is a word that might as well not
exist, for it is just part of a child's wild imagination.
The tissue softly caressed my forbidden garden as the dream of happiness escaped through a
dark tunnel of solitude, as the waste of the masses journeys on a journey through the vast
unknown underneath our very feet.

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Angel, Spread Your Wings

Prepare for a battle with fire. Grab your spear and pick axe and launch your graceful
movements at the flames. Swing till blood swells the ground like a sponge. There is no
punishment for your actions, you are an unstoppable train of murder, doing the job of a
thousand soldiers. The blessing of the lord is set upon you, you destroy with the divine
entity alive in your merciless weapon. Your arms are sore yet feel no pain, your enemy
however hurts like a wounded wolf. But you are a tiger, an animal of vast strength and
might, your battle axe swings with the speed of a cheetah, and your prey is a lonely
mouse, as small as the dust in your ears.
The devil does not hear your cry, for you have done no wrong. The devil cry's himself, for
he is next, he is next to be slaughtered by the majesty of your onslaught. And you will
show the beast no mercy, for he has tortured the souls of your comrades kin since the
beginning of time, and death itself will not stop you on your odyssey for revenge. But
first you must kill everyone and everything before you can touch the fallen angel, and you
do it with blessing, as the souls of the fallen live in paradise, and spread their newly
acquired wings.

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Eternal Spirit

Oh, eternal spirit, lay down your arms. Harm shall not breach your ghostly veins, nor
heaven attacked by the mighty power of evil. You my friend of friends, are the only power
in this world. In all worlds, from one corner to the other of our infinite reality. You
live in the forest, and cities, and plains. You live inside my brother, my father, myself.
You are one, my friend, you are everything and nothing. You are me.

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Love Thy Beast

Love’s kiss brings unbearable joy
A longing to never be alone
Problems arise for he is not a boy
Lacking the flesh of a hardened bone

A beast? Perhaps love has come too soon
Trickery hath blinded your lust
Your love sinks in the swollen dune
May your soul make not a fuss?

Although children you will never bare
Belong with it you must not wade
Your love is one you will never share
Nor will it wither and or ever fade

So unnatural it may seem but coy
Eternal it shall last a toy

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Why

upset about the way things are
crazy about the ones you miss

knowing things will be ok
but now its a vain kiss

a tease in a way only you know
no one else understands

the way the miss kisses your cheek
like a deck of cards, with the upper hand

there are substitutes for this craving
but only one thing can fit in

knowing that I long for this craving
but I must be long for what im gaining

staying here, miserable, can not sleep
the darkness, it creeps at my feet

knowing not for what I seek
poetry, its a depression that I keep

So long blue skies and butterflies
for darkness is all I see

Sleeping the day away
all night, restless sleep

But a brighter future lies in wake
for my soul knows no mistake

the future winds of greatly strength
will sing out loud, for what it takes

So now be strong my restless soul
for the future holds a brighter fold

That deck of cards might be cheating
But dont forget lifes lovely meaning

so down in the humps of man kinds...
singing out loud a joyous song

like the blue jays they are a whistle
a future bright as light is strong

But still the darkness is amass
across the land, it hasn't past

But remember the song the blue jay sings
It is a bright future, for well it means

So farewell cruel world my time is pass
I join the ranks of the elite at last

My world is now full of happiness
blue jays singing, at last! at last!

Misery is dead and gone
And now all i have is this poem and song

For my future lies bright ahead
thinking out loud, I'm on a course of stead

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A Forbidden Dream

Forever paradise hath haunted I
My soul yearning for the truth
My life hath slowly floated by
The world spinning in its lonely booth

It all began that night ago
A dream so lovely to belong to thee
A life filled with joy none will know
Songs play along with out a single fee

Death is not a factor in my slumber heart
Pain and worry only known for real
Happiness over shadows falling part
Nothing known from my false feel

Since this moment, my life hath been the mind
A future UN for certain, for I and all mankind

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Undernearth the Earth Lies Snow

The winter months bring happiness beyond any known reality. White covers the world through
a series of understanding.
The evil that is always present fears the imagination of mother nature, but it does not
last long.

The covering subsides after a moment's time, and love vanishes due too gloom's kiss.
Yet hope is always alive, the snow only encourages good upon life. The powder falls onto
the ground as lust continues to dominate, whether interpreted for selfish ways, or
selfless deeds, the world sees the winter months as a time of peace, but it is only an
illusion. The greatest magician could not see the truth that comes every year, that dark
and light share a common enemy, an enemy hidden deep below the earth.

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Dragon and the Shadow

The music brings a sinister light upon the plain.
The children all scream in fear, and the parents all cower before his presence.
A villain so great he brings armies of death, upon the unforeseen eyes, their fates have
already been decided.

Then a Hero confronts the shadows. Laughter shades the trees a dark purple hue, the
flowers wither away.
The new hope steps forward and prepares his brilliant style of doom, it is only humor in
the eyes of the evil, and hopelessness for the innocent.
They strike, blood sprays across the stone.
The shadow raises to a height so oblivious to reality, a smile appears, and the hero is dead.
Everything is lost as the man who was once a brother sets his sights on the hundreds of
piercing eyes.

And then a child steps up from the crowd, and his face meets with a smile.

The child disappears.

Shadows over the trees vanish, and safety is restored.
High above the once hardened battle field lies a new one. The child was no longer a child,
in fact never was.
Trickery, a vessel hiding the true identity, the hero from a moments before. Now a massive
dragon with breath of fire and wings as long as the highest pine.
The true battle is up in the clouds, where the all mighty may watch the chaos.
In the end they are both destroyed.