Sunday, September 30, 2007
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Lucifer's song
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“Come one, come all, if you dare! Enter this house of unimaginable fear. Come inside and behold the horror! Your hidden evils revealed through the mirror…”
Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. One is tall, one is short, the third is-odd of a sort. One is happy, one is sad, one never showed emotions as a lad.
The evil clown entices them in, “come inside this haunted den. Inside you’ll find only what’s hidden, deep in your soul, from others forbidden.”
Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. Two are boys, one is female. She likes movies, music, and sea shells. She’s always looked up to both of her brothers-well that goes without saying because obviously they’re taller.
“Are you ready to enter this den of death? You’ll perish for sure, like all of the rest. Go in and find the path, it’ll lead you to be found,” tempted the ghoulish sadistic evil looking clown.
Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. They go into the place of evil intent, to find the center which the clown hath sent. Walking silently, drowning in fear, they finally discover the center…and the mirror.
“Look inside it, and be consumed. It will surely reveal your perishing doom.” Echoed the words of the evil clown, nothing else was heard-not a single sound.
Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. The oldest child sadly depressed in his heart, looked into the mirror first, and screamed with a start. The middle child next, looked into the mirror; he gave no reaction, not a glimpse of fear. The youngest stepped up, but quickly looked away, the nightmare she saw-she never would say.
The evil clown lets out a hideous chuckle, and begins to stretch and crack his knuckles. “My job is done, I know they had fun. One decides to shoot himself with a gun. One starts to party and break all the rules; he drowns himself one night while out on a cruise. The little one…her fate is unclear! Could she be the one I saw in the mirror?”
One little girl, who accepts her fate. Slaughters the clown with all of her hate. Because her brothers had seen their deaths, it ultimately led them to fulfill their quests. Perhaps not knowing how life ends is what keeps it going for all of her friends. No more deaths would this clown reveal. She killed him that night and destroyed the mirror.
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
"you know what you have done..................beacause its only you and me knows what you have done
there will be a day..yes one single day all I need
and I promise that day I will take away all your greed"
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Monday, August 20, 2007
"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"
For once in my life,I'm scared to death.
And i know that soon, it'll finally be our time.
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Saturday, August 18, 2007
Who are we

Great Times of Depression
Changing to ones of great Succession
Learning from our mistakes
Knowing that there is no retakes
Our Adolescent Misbehavior
To questioning our savior
From our birth to our death
All in a quick breathe
This is Life
The feeling of great desire
The fuel for your inner fireT
he emptiness inside
When emotions collide
Dropping everything for a single cause
Knowing they’re the one without a pause
Being there for those you need
Watching the caged become freed
This is Love
Seeing your partner leave
For another person on Christmas Eve
Feeling the stress increase
As we cry for the deceased
The nervousness and fear
When our friends are scared
Being surprised at an occasion
And laughing at our humiliation
This is emotion
Being able to fly
And never fearing to die
Not knowing our fear
With eyes dry from lack of tears
Never knowing any pain
Just the sweetness of a sugar cane
Leaving home without a care
Just to do what you would never dare
This is Dreaming
Living your life obeying the law
While criminals make cities turn raw
Always holding your hopes up high
When deep down you want to break down and cry
Questioning everything we do
To what scientists really try and prove
Knowing only what we’re told
Wondering why the world is so cold
This is Reality
Spending our lives looking for
What’s behind that hidden door
The meaning of lifeCovered by strife
You wonder about it every night
Just for it you put up your fight
It’s covered with all sorts of lies
And those who realize always die
This is Truth
Sharing all you know
To trusting a foeLending out your soul
Just to reach your goal
Going through hell to leave
To do what you believe
Having hope for oneself
And trusting yourself
This is Faith
What this is, is a great composition
Of what makes up our disposition
We feel what we do
And question what we once knew
We give our tears to our pain
Only to have it washed away in the rain
We are taught to question
Then punished for the answer we mention
We are told to believe
Even when we see the world indulging in greed
We watch time go byWe are born to die
This is who we are
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Friday, August 17, 2007

If I died would you care?
I mean, what if I was no longer there?
Would the world suddenly end?
Would you mourn me my friend?
Would you feel such deep sorrow,
That you'd care not of tomorrow?
Would you somehow honour me?
Could that set your conscience free?
Would people I hardly knew suddenly claim to have been my close friend?
Would they pledge their assistance to the cold, and bitter end?
Could you survive without me?
Move on and just be?
How many people would attend my funeral service?
Would the chapel be full and the eulogizer nervous?
Who would deliver that eulogy?
Would they say wonderful things about me?
As my corpse lay at the front of the hall
Would some be planning their afternoon at the mall?
What would become of my family?
All those who have grown to rely upon me.
Would the show of support be overwhelming at first?
But slowly diminish once they get through the worst?
I would be gone, simply not here.
They'd be alone to fight through the heartache and fear.
So what if I died right here on the spot?
Trying to finish a poem but this was as far as I got.
Would I be able to write the rest in my head?
Or would I just be gone, cold, and simply put, dead.
The world would continue along without me
Others now being where I used to be.
At first my presence would still seem so strong
But then slowly diminish as they all move along
Of course they'd talk and say, "Remember him?"
But over time these occurrences would grow increasingly slim.
Simply forgotten as time wastes away
My existence more vanished with each passing day
The more that I ask, the better I see
This question is not for you, it's more just for me.
So I'll rephrase and make it concise
No sugar coating to make it sound nice
If I died, why should I care?
It would simply just mean that I'm no longer there.
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