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    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2010-11-19 12:53:40

       The Universe is not cruel nor is it a random thing... It simply strives to teach each and everyone of us the same lessons. Where we wind up in life is not from some odd game of universal russian roulette to determ our fate. It is all born out of action and inaction. The Universe gives us all the ability to deal with that which is set before us, wheather we choose to acknowledge that or not.

    I am no Pawn, and you are no Queen. The only person I am better than is the man I was yesterday, and with luck that will always be true.


    been i my head.

    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2009-07-19 23:54:47

       And I can see your burning
    Despite the winds of change

    You're the only fire I need
    the only fire I need...


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    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2009-06-25 23:49:51

       Even after light fails

    Hope prevails...


    Been walking.

    Mood: relaxed

    Posted on 2006-07-17 18:40:14

       So I have been gone for quite a while. Seems I've been walking the earth trying to find my pen. So when my feet started to hurt
    I went and bought a new shiny pen, a cup of coffee, and remembered how to write. Hopefully I will be back here for good and not vanish.


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    Mood: Just Hungry

    Posted on 2005-08-23 20:39:10

       The piece im bout to post in my journal has absolutley nothing to do with anything, I wrote it and thats all. No I'm not depressed in fact I've been quite happy. SO nothing to worry bout.

    "Check Mate"

    and like minutes
    falling through the gaps
    of frail fingertips,
    are the final beats

    “I must hold to my schedule,
    no time for another game today.”

    Chess was never
    a good choice anyway
    not when the true skill
    lay in Stratego.

    “Are you ready child?
    It’s time to say goodbye.”

    Alarms screeching
    overpowered by
    maternal cries
    no comfort in final rights

    “You knew the outcome
    of losing.”

    Check mate
    and the sickle
    lay this king
    six feet down


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    Mood: Tired

    Posted on 2005-08-13 09:31:02

    If these veins
    could talk they’d say
    dead prophets
    don’t rise

    and like your martyr
    the pulse has subverted
    they didn’t die for your sins
    no they went down for mine

    So what’s it to you
    should these eyes
    go down forever
    behind a satin veil

    one headstone
    a bittersweet epitaph
    false memories
    and the talk is cheap

    Dead can’t dance
    to broken heartbeats
    Dead can’t dance
    so I’ll sit this one out


    I'm still alive

    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2005-07-11 16:36:55

       Yeah so Im still alive and I feel like I've let crumble any and all relationships I've built on here, I just dont have the energy to be here anymore.

    so I will leave you all with two last things and maybe one day I shall return

    "The Settling Day's"
    Sun's rise and
    the days of men
    begin to fall

    the eastern wind
    carries echoes
    of what we called renaissance

    Voices on the radio
    singing songs
    of death tolls rising

    Maybe the sun should set
    on this civilized
    world of men

    Day's end and
    the dreams of men
    begin to soar

    The western sky
    a faded polaroid
    of imperialism

    And they're burning Darwin
    by letting bush
    address the state

    Life may only
    be a pilgrimage
    to enlightenment
    And this world
    set sail
    fifteen minutes late

    Sun's rise and
    the days of
    men begin to fall

    Don't call me civilized
    I'm just painting
    the things on my mind

    Day's end and
    the dreams of
    men begin to soar

    but the sands are falling
    and there are no hands
    to flip the hourglass

    Sincerely yours
    -The Mortal Son

    "The Ides of March"
    March is falling
    out from under me
    Eh tu brute?

    I thought that
    this would be ever green
    like fairy tale kingdoms of old

    Knife in the back
    through the heart
    and countless day dreams

    March is falling
    out from under me
    and you my love..


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    Mood: Sigh...

    Posted on 2005-04-23 12:12:03

       ok so for the first time in months I posted two new pieces, however I don't know when I will post again I haven't been able to write for the longest time, but Im gonna try and be here more often and at least read and comment on whats being shared here. Hopefully that will help reignite my spark.

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    Mood: Frustrated

    Posted on 2005-03-30 22:30:04

       I havent been writing, some one please tell me where the inspiration has gone... its seems I've fallen and can't get up.

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    Mood: Just Hungry

    Posted on 2005-03-16 11:52:30

       So I've been really silent here for a while, Im trying to change that hopefuly soon Ill get more comments going and maybe even break the writers block to the point whereI feel comfortable posting anything I write. I hope all is well for everyone here.