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I dream of a dank world where the fallen have flown to the ends of the universe to be
among the un born abominations who spin wild and free of social contraption.
These are the fortunate ones of the lost and the chosen.
But back here in the storm of absolute vacancy the Dark syndicates are free to choke the
ears of any who stray to close.
Soldiers of the silent serenade.
Trained in the art of apathy, they orchestrate the tides to the rhythm of our drowning
screams.
To suffocate the source you must first pull back the flesh and disarm the harsh defenses
of the forgotten.

We can not stand on the fore front with out those who will fall before us.
This is where we will fall...Where we will stand...
And where the dead will find a place among the righteous.
I saw this happen ounce before in a dream. But this...this is not that dream I had.
No, This is the world where I live.
A hard and cold place where we are smothered in the ashes of our own.
Choking on splattered rain drops from Gods bloody tears.

This is not my world!
This is not a real world.
No...NO!

A world can not possibly exists where the faces are diversified by only the scars of war.
If we possess the pieces to the bullet holes in Fathers heart then why can't we help him?
Chaos feeds into me.
And I can no longer run.
Hiding from some thing that is all ready hidden is like running from death its self and I
will have to choose soon.
If wishes could be made then all I wish is for you to be true.
To fall and be forgotten or to rise and burn in shame?

I seek not the reasons to the answers of why I must choose but hear from me this:
"I will neither fall nor rise for any man or any of his Gods!"
Choice's are for choosing and I am here to choosing against your taking.
I will choose my own future as well as make my own decisions.

This is not up for discussion.
This not up to you.
This is me telling you what I will do.
This right here, right now, is me orchestrating your screams in the fires of the fallen.

You will die and tomorrow I will follow.
This is the setting for the son of the Farther.
From the Beginning and into the end of time this is the story of how we will fall and you
will follow.

(I'm not sure what type of poetry this would classify under and contrary to my earlier
preconceptions of how poetry is conceived I've just now come to realize that there is no
need to rhyme your words unless of course, as I used to do, you like to write that way.)

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Tomorrows Sorrow

Yesterday I saw a man die

I saw the hallowed shadow of a scared man fade away into an ocean of solid blackness. 
I saw a mans total apathy towards his fears and strengths rise like a demon on the wings
of the thunder storm. 

That day I felt the ashes of a fallen angel in the palm of my hands. 
A mans unwavering aggression for brutality was but a dust devil in comparison to the soft
summer winds. 

I watched, yesterday, as a dead man's sins spilled out and stained my arms like the blood
of wine. 
Like napalm, his sins where soldered forever onto my memory of that cold hearted day.  

I have slammed shut the doors of judgement and sealed my eternal fate before I had even
begun my journey into humanity. 

Yesterday I saw a man die because yesterday. . .
I killed him



-Chase K. R. Miller

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Shadow Soilders of the Empire

Katana sheathed 

head high

adrenalin pumped 

step with steps of air

creep upon the unaware

stride up behind

slide silently out the sword

fingers griped into hair

blade of steel hard and cold

one quick flex and blood is shed 

now my enemy is dead

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"what Is Always Worth Waiting For"

Wait, wait I said
wait for the sun, the moon,
even for the breakfast at the foot of your bed

Wait, wait for what?
for what is worth waiting for

For what is always making us important
and waiting is just leasing us impatience

we never gain back what we all ways loose and
what is always being lost is never being waited on

Wait, wait I said
wait, you must not let all these things confine and confuse
please do not lose what is falling loose from you

Wait, am I to wait for you?
What must I need
that you must wait so long to tell me what to do

Wait, wait I said
wait is what I must give to you

What? you waste my time
this is nothing but an impatience
and if you do not have what I need
then I have no need to wait for you

Wait, please wait
please wait what for I have to say
for what I have to say is so much more then what you think I need you for

then please, please tell me
please tell me what you need to say
I can not wait any more
for what is making this so important
that you must seize all my impatience for

For what is always making us important
and waiting is just leasing us impatience

this has already been said
and I will wait no more
I have waited for what was needed to be stated
and now I will wait for you no more

Wait, wait I say
wait for the moon, the sun,
even for the dinner at the head of your bed

Wait, wait I see

we never gain back what we all ways loose and
what is always being lost is never being waited on

I see what it is you are wanting me to see
I now see that you just want to be with me. . .

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In the Dawn of Her Silence

I have fallen into absence upon the dawning of her silence
and here catatonic in my chair
I shall fade away into ignorance
while I watch the rain drops dance around
like little napalm embers of ecstasy.

until I heard the distant whispers of your haunted memory
they flew to me upon the wings of destiny
and I felt the ghostly touch of your nirvana trickle down my spine

so I ran down to the meadow
to where our silhouettes never rest
I remembered when we were like shadows in the mist
where you gave me my first butterfly kiss
and your touch when you rushed into my arms
like the falling lights from heaven.

I find peace within your dream
but the pain is never ending
so shrouded inside these swirling tides of mist
I will fall asleep under a veil of watered glass
and together we shall float away into the dawn of our silence.

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My Secret House of Sage

There is a place far away that only I can find

A secret cove of sand and stone, 
where the ocean meets the sky

Just me and my little house of sage

A picket fence that holds no lie's, with wild flowers that 
dream to fly and sandpipers fluttering by

Just me and my little house of sage

Even after the stars have burned out and all the universe is gone, 
I'll will still be here...

Just me and my little house of sage.

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If I Told You I Loved You Would You Love Me Too

So many do not know
So many do not show
So many, so many, so many

If only you did know
If only you did tell
If only you, if only you , if only you

I asked you to know
I asked you to show
I asked, I asked, I asked

Told me no
Told me not to tell
Told me, told me, told me

You said no
You said you'd never show
You said, you said, you said

I wish you did know
I wish you could tell
I wish, I wish, I wish

Loved me yes or no
Loved me but never show
Loved me, loved me, loved me

You did not say no
You did not say you couldn't tell
You did. you did, you did

Would I know
Would I show
Would I, would I, would I

You will never know
You will not ever tell
You will, you will, you will

Love me yes or no
Love me with a show
Love me, love me, love me

Me and you will know
Me and you should tell
Me and you, me and you, me and you

To many things to know
To many things to show
To many, to many, to many

Best Poems Written by Chase Miller

Down By the Moon

Own Little World

Tomorrows Sorrow

Shadow Soilders of the Empire

"what Is Always Worth Waiting For"

In the Dawn of Her Silence

My Secret House of Sage

If I Told You I Loved You Would You Love Me Too