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Visions of pain and despair, with horrors of daily life
forced upon the masses through modern
windows of technology.
These images burned into the minds of the
innocent millions of sinless victims oppressed
by today’s tools of extortion by society.
Images so powerful and prolonged within the
soul, they’re toxic to the mind and body
causing you to purge the evils through
pure emotions.
Some images affect the world with disasters
to unbearable to fathom, with hundreds of
thousands sent to the after life, with walls of
water surrounding Gods hand picked for
life after death.
Sinister images seem to over power the exemplary,
and moral images seen through out time as noted
in the calendar with December sixth, and September eleventh, as countless
human beings were visited
by Death.
Weapons of mass destruction sought through
Fat man, and Little boy, that devastated
a country, with the might of the suns power,
in a blink of an eye solely designed to kill
and destroy humanity.
Images of hope so easily forgotten within major
catastrophic events, as the media has a part
so intrusive to this equation of corrupting
the minds of millions with the craft of deliverance
through modern arts of technology.
Society eats and devours this information
with greed and voracity like army
ants to its pray.
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Images burned into my head too unbearable to manage
and control to lead a normal life
without consequence.
Life maintained through pills and counseling
with guidance on this long and unkind path of my existence.
These thoughts to intrusive and invade the
mind without warning causing a battle within like the axis to the allies of
Europe’s great war.
Happiness to sad with smiles so false, the eyes,
the only passage to truth found deep within the catacombs of the soul are sought.
Memories established in these catacombs clutching my soul bearing down upon
me leaving me breathless with the will to live out of reach of embracing.
An ongoing battle, day to day, incompliant within my mind is this unseen enemy
that is the silent killer of millions.
This assassin overwhelmed and crushed the innocent victims damned to spend
eternity in their own mental nuclear winter.
My personal hell.
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Silence in the most thickest of fogs with the
grace of a fine mist caressing the body,
awakening the imagination of a broken man.
Thoughts too intelligent to grasp lingering close to
the edge of insanity are born within this
absolute silence.
Ensnared within myself, me, my best friend
with conversation so profoundly intense,
lies the truth to my intensions of this
life as I know it.
Consumed within this noiseless air lies a
security of a mothers touch that acts as
a shelter from the impurities this world
bestowed upon me.
What a perfect purgatory created within this
beautiful silence that is needed when life’s
twisted fates render me ill to that deafening
noise called reality.
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Panic as I roam the ash covered streets on an endless journey through
smoldering buildings with a vile smell of burning flesh.
“Where is she!” with a constant skip of a record, building my anxiety to dangerous
heights as the very source of life in the body begins to beat to the point of
destruction.
Wanting to save her from the depths of hell on earth, at reach I am but too far to
embrace as I hear her cries.
With a sudden jolt of panic, I slam the lids of my tearful eyes open to a reality of a
realm in the present, which depicts a world not better than these terrors called
dreams.
Water running profusely from my tormented soul, as I lie in that salty liquid that
consumes the cloth hugging the cold clammy flesh of my body.
Misery fed by memories that invade my mind with such violence, relinquishing
emotions with intensity to overwhelming to contain.
These clear like spheres of water running freely down the tender skin of my face
leaving the eyes swollen and red as I gasp for air.
I’m alive just for today until I close my eyes and revisit hell, praying somehow that
god will save me and allow me to sleep in peace.
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A gentle giant with a heart that complements his compassion to help and protect
humanity from the evils bestowed upon family and friends assuring them peace
with a blissful ignorance that everything is sound.
Protecting us, as we are a nation, from threats over seas, a natural leader is born
from out of the ash, which consumes the hearts of most with a horror of death as
he alleviates this fear with honor and bravery.
Within his friends, which were spawned in the depths of the pines, lies a
company of his fellow soldiers in this war of addiction, that will miss the laughter
and wisdom he shared, allowing this adventure a bit easier to believe life in
recovery is possible.
Many people loved and cared a great deal for Gordon, as we shed tears of
sorrow over the memory of this magnificent being that God blessed this world
with proving that angels do walk amongst man
As big as his heart was that helped and nurtured the people close to him, it was
also the source of his tragic end as a mortal to this planet, but not the end of his
soul, for he is a guardian angel on my shoulder and that of the people closest to
him.
He will always remain in the hearts of the many people he touched throughout
the years and especially the men of Lebanon Pines.
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With a delicate beauty of a flower,
she entices men and women with
her gentle touches as she caresses
the body with overwhelming warmth
protecting you from the pains
this world envelopes
upon humanity.
A premature relationship with fiery
passion as you are enthralled with
consuming excitement of a romance
as she transforms into a vampire
extracting the blood with the
deliverance of pure ecstasy.
Slowly she starts to deprive
you her love, as she denies
affection leaving you sick praying
for her return as the body
remains limp and unresponsive
to the world around you.
Ailing, second by second, as the
hands of time remain to move in
a motionless state, the body
increasingly becomes frail, as you
feel death would be a
welcoming, friendly face.
Seductive as she is, you welcome
her back with arms wide open
awaiting her kiss, as you are
mended back to normality with
aspirations that the breath
of death will reside.
Time moves on as you are
trapped in a steal cage ready for
torture as this which begins to throw
her love around, cheating as
you watch with a broken heart
accompanied with eyes consumed
of fire, for you wish her death.
Help on the outside of this
imprisonment, you begin to access
the tools that will aid you in
conquering this most powerful force
with the weapons of crucifixes and
stakes as you kill this vampire lover.
She may be dead for now, but
her vast relatives await a point
in time when revenge will be
served as a cold dish.
You must keep in training with
the tools learned from the alliance
with the fellowships as they are
your allies in this hard and
unforgiving war that will remain
for eternity.
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The elegance of a morning dew caressing the environment around me,
enchanting the essence of my being, activating hopes of a day free of sorrow.
The sun with the heavens rising form the east, bringing in the most spirited of
colors, invigorating my soul from deep within the body.
Within this rising sun are the sounds of Gods creations awakening with the
beauty of song, animating life into the world around me.
As the day grows older, the ambiance of the clear baby blue sky above initiates
ecstasy with a divine spark leaving me free with tranquility in the palm of my hand.
Time brings in the hours of dusk as the sun dips beyond the distant horizon
escorted buy dazzling colors through a spectrum of purples and reds.
Twilight blooms into absolute darkness consumed with stars shining brilliantly
as they were diamonds placed amongst the serine cosmos of the universe.
Midnight endows upon me sweet silence within serenity’s presents as I gaze up
at the magnificence of space granting me time for myself as I pray life to stay as it
did today.
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Four walls, eight corners, ceiling,
floor, there’s me and no
door.
Alone and ensnared within my own conundrum
of a prison, my labyrinth of my own
insanity.
Apprehensive and daunted with no direction I scour the
walls for an exit to my puzzle of this mental
enslavement.
Help on the outside at reach
but too far to hear my
cries.
My demons pursue me within these walls without mercy,
bearing down on me relentlessly, raping me
of my very being.
Evil at hand, easy it is to unite and associate with its
enticing treats that seduce and tempt me to run to the allure of evil’s friendly and
welcoming
face.
Where do I run?
Where do I hide?
Where is my saving grace?
Please God help give me the strength for me to embrace.
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Armageddon at hand with a shake of the earth,
as walls of water swallow all that lives within the
darkness of this massive killing machine,
with the might to slaughter
humanity.
Death clouds cascade down slopes,
devastating the population of life, as this
monster envelops all in its path, spewing the
blood of this planet, as hell
reaches the surface.
The finger of God touching flat desolate
soils, concealed in skies of an eerie shade of
black, that destroys everything and
anything this finger of death
touches within this deadly
act of God.
A cluster of clouds feed by the warm
waters of the cancers, with a clock wise
motion, that gives birth to a one eyed
beast, as it devours and consumes small
islands left vulnerable to the
seas around them.
An old man with violent artic breath,
blowing unrelentlessly over the land,
causing life to stand still in time.
The freeze kills all stranded in this
sub-zero environment, as vitality in
one is suppressed and suffocated,
with that eternal light
of life fading to black.
A un forgiving world bequeathed upon
man, with the tools of knowledge to
battle and survive this endless war
with the all-powerful
forces of nature.
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A flame, controlled in
a lamp fed by fuel
is stable such is
my temper, my anger.
Deep within me is this fire
that burns in control
until activated by an
outside element that
completes the equation of rage.
Rage, so raw and pure, this
emotion is relentless and
devours its prey without
grace nor compassion.
Your vision tunnels, locks
on to the victim in which
the wrath is intended for.
Undaunted, you callously smite
down the intended foe with violence
so passionate you feel the rage coursing
through your veins.
This had been a flame now an inferno
from which no one can escape,
consumes all within its path.
Adrenaline, a drug so virtuous to the mind
and body, stronger than any man
made chemical, hard it is to relinquish
this most potent emotion that has the might
to destroy nations and mankind.
It infects the masses like the plague causing
man to rape this world of life
and the existence of it’s very being.
Two towers stand with enduring strength,
fortified with steel, come down, reduced
to dust, due to that action, that virus,
Rage.
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