Happiness is just an illusion caused by the temporary absence of reality.

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Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:35:54 GMT

End Game

Flashes in the sky,
It was never,
Thought--
Madness in method,
Genius is,
Sought--
Vague concern,
Some just,
Balked--
Huddled masses; last second,
Miracle;
Moments away from,
Falling from our,
Pinnacle.

Past Lives

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 02:38:30 GMT

The Iron Horse Inn

So we'd sit there,
Amist smoke and glasses;
While other patrons stare,
Waiting until our laughter passes--
Just us four in the universe,
Talking important matters;
We will yet to converse,
On fried eggs and Mad Hatters--
Just a normal afternoon,
At the Iron Horse Inn;
And if granted a boon,
This is how my day would always begin.

Days

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 15:01:59 GMT

               Days

I've seen the world explode,
Factions everywhere,
Stuck in a new type of mode,
No one said it was fair,
Morality reloads,
While wisdom dares,
     Roll the dice one more time,
       To make the day once again mine

My love

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 01:52:30 GMT

Nicole
Before the moment ends,
And i must bare it all,
To discover if she's only a friend,
Prechance to have to again crawl,
If rejection is preordained,
I still stumble blindly down that lane.

She has said the words,
As i have said them back,
She means more to me then worlds,
Even if the deck has been stacked.
Once chance for happiness,
Last chance to forget lonliness,
She is all that i have left,
I don't know what i would do,
If she ever left...

Writer's Block: On Your Tombstone

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 00:20:30 GMT

What do you want written on your gravestone and why?

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Goodbye and Hello, as always.

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:24:20 GMT

              The End part II
Cause when you showed me the way,
    I closed my eyes,
          And walked the other way,
Walking once again alone in the dark,
Words once vibrant,
Now lost and no longer stark,
And finding out along the way,
         That I've walked this path before,
But i still don't know what for,
And seeing all the parallels,
      With still no one standing around,
Celebrating my lone burial.

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 03:59:53 GMT

           The End

I'm writing one last
Story before i lost the past,
When i was caught in between,
All the pain and all my broken dreams,
Because when i had to go away,
And kept losing day after day,
Constantly searching for any way,
To ease the pain,
     And end the shame,
Tired of passing on all the blame,
Waking up to see all the same,
Recounting this harrowing tale,
And to try to find the courage,
        To walk down the right trail.

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 23:33:10 GMT

Any minute now,
My ship is comming in,
I keep checking the horizon,
And i'll stand on the bow,
And feel the waves come crashing,
Come crashing down, down, down on me,
And you say,
Be still my love,
Open up your heart,
Let the light shine in,
Don't you understand,
I already have a plan,
I'm waiting for my real life to begin;

And i woke today,
Suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams,
I slew the dragon,
And down this beaten path,
Up this cobbled lane,
Walking in my old footsteps,
Once again,
And you say,
Just be here now,
Forget about the past,
The mask is wearing thin,
Just let me throw one more dice,
I know that i can win,
I'm waiting for my real life to begin,

Any minute now,
A ship is comming in,
I keep checking the horizon,
And i'll check my machine,
It's sure to be that call,
It's gonna happen soon, soon, so very soon,
It's just that time to leave,
And you say,
Be still my love,
Open up your heart,
Let the light shine in,
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan,
I'm waiting for my real life to begin.

On a clear day,
I can see,
See a very long way,
On a clear day,
I can see,
Forever.

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:06:32 GMT

A journalist who was in Nam, Martin Kosofsky, was out on a patrol with a unit, the day before he was due back to go state side. When suddenly the Lt. pulled him down, and Kosofsky hadn't intended to take a picture then, but his hands were on the camera and he hit the ground so hard that it just went off. And it captured the Lt. getting shot in the head. He said later on that if he hadn't been pulled down by the Lt. that bullet would have killed him instead. And for 25 years he didn't show that picture to anyone. Then, he woke up one morning, and looked at that picture, and he didn't see a Soldier getting shot in the head anymore. He saw a man, giving his life to save the life of a complete stranger, not even a soldier. He then realized that some stories have to be told. Some pictures have to be seen.

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 21:47:53 GMT

I've been sitting here, drinking and looking at a blank notepad and a pen in my hand. I used to be able to start writing and just keep going until i created a poem or an essay. I think that i've run out of stories to tell; poems to portray. I go back into the army next month, waiting to be shipped out to some god awful country. I've never known how i would die, it takes the mystery out of it, and in the past, considering some of the things i've survived, i thought myself near immortal. I've survived things nobody should. Not only survived, but walked away without a scratch on me. Soon i go into a war zone; two tours. I never thought i would die anywhere but where i chose. My entire life i've waiting for something to come along, something to make things worth while, to make my life means something, anything. Since that will never happan, maybe in death something good will come from my life. Anyway, i suppose it's back to looking at that blank notepad.

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 23:13:22 GMT

   Meaning
Before that last moment comes,
Thinking of lost times and of you,
I don't think it will be a stun,
I'll regret everything i didn't do,
And some of the things that i did,
And some that were forbidden,
Moments left undone,
Times that i wish could be redone,
Losing time,
Losing youth,
Self-esteem in decline,
Finding some truth-
Moments hanging in time,
People left behind,
And as that last moment comes;
     My leaving,
Prehaps my life will somehow in death,
     Found meaning--

Writer's Block: Home is...

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 16:27:28 GMT

Where do you call home?

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No where

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 16:58:50 GMT

       That One
Find that one poem,
A poem about love,
Searching for the one last poem,
A story worth telling of,
The one that sets apart a life,
Partial redemption for sins,
Partial healing for strife,
One great story that begins,
The middle has the good parts,
The ending is always sad,
A world that tore a soul apart,
The ending is always sad,
But make the chose to remember
The love and the friends,
Remember resolutions made at the end of
          every December,
Remember that every begining has to have
              an end.
Remember the joy and the good times,
Don't forget the sadness,
Don't forget the madness,
Don't let anyone take away thoughs times,
             From you.

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:43:35 GMT

Amy-X

Beginings that end
   Right agter they start,
A bright, full of life;
    Shinning light.
Reminding me that sometimes,
Dreams can come true,
Only at the exact wrong times,
To irony i shall again pay my dues.
When we met i had to look away,
    And back again to you,
Since then i haven't been able
     To take my eyes off of you,
Now i can't even bare the pain of seeing
                        You.

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 16:40:57 GMT

Dreams

I used to stare at the stars and dream,
Searching for some kind of meaning,
Isolated blackened dreaming,
Full of wonder; possibly seeming-

Anything would actually be possible,
There would be no lines or being jaded,
Things that i thought were impossible,
It was what my whole life; what i waited;
For-

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 15:50:43 GMT

            Awake

As my dream is ending,
and although i'll be cound asleep,
          A tear i'll cry,
Slowly fading mending,
It was how that i got by,
Eyes half open now,
        Fully awake-

New poem enjoy

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:45:36 GMT

Soldiers

I.
Fighting soldiers from the sky,
Landing all silently and close by,
All hidden and out of sight,
Then while men fought through the night,
Tracers illuminating green and red lights,
All that has now become so trite,
Never personal, tere is no spite,
   Neither is there a,
          Respite.

It sounded like three kalashnikov ak-47's. We had taken up
covering positions by the side of our downed cobra. Ammo
and gear was limited, only what we had in the eject pod, and
our sidearms. Even assuming out difress call went out and
was received, it would take a blackhawk atleast thirty minutes
to reach us.

II.
And when is all said and done,
My dreams will consisit of C's and grunts,
Dreams that will never leace me un-stuned,
So we smoke blunts, and drink beers,
          And we wait;
We wait for the next time,
We wait for that red light and chime,
And we wait to go through it all again,
           One more time.

A racket of AK fire could be heard echoing off the valley walls,
and off the side of our now bullet riddled chopper. Sparatic p-90
fire would ensure, just to remind them we still have bullets, and
to stay the fuck back. Doc had already been hit once by now, and
was in the middle of changing a clip when i heard what sounded
not like three ak's but about twelve or thirteen. The valley was slowly
filling up with them, and soon we'd be out flanked in every direction.
Not to mention that a lucky shot or rpg could clip the gas tanks; i knew
we couldn't stay here.

III
I've left friends behind me,
   Some dead,
            All in pain;
Whispering close,
    Don't let us die,
            In vain;
Eventually i looked around, and all of my
                     Friends are dead;
Imagines of blood,
     Spraying red,
Dreams that will never,
             Let me go,
                 Or leave me alone.
Like a suture or a stitch,
                Into me head,
                      They are sewn.

With carefully aimed, sparatic shots, we were able to hold them back
for almost fourty minutes now. Doc had taken two more bullet since,
bringing his total up to three, one which missed his plating and hit center
mass; it looked bad. I took one in the shoulder that wasn't bothering me
due to the morphine. While i was loading what was now my final pistol
magazine, and wondering how long Doc could go without a doctor, i
thought i heard a sound in the distance, something that sounding
similar to rotars. So i began our last stand, i laid down supressing fire
with both mine and Doc's pistol and screamed to him what it was. My
Clips were dry by the time he began to spoke, instead of looking up,
i watched him. The last thing that said before he died brought a smile
to his face, "Three Cobra's and a Blackhawk, we did it.".

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 14:11:20 GMT

                    Changes
I've had dreams that were broken,
Refuge to the blood and tokin',
While life keeps slipping on by,
Now to make it through the day I,
           Have to get high;
Soon they start up again, the lies;
     Smoking,
                Dosing,
                        Sniffing,
                                   Shooting,
People don't change she says,
And old habits never truely die,
Immitating the ones that shoot,
                Mainline;
Soaring so high up above,
             Always so high;
Waving as i floated up,
Accepteaance in everyone's eyes'
       Until i'm forced to say goodbye.

Writer's Block: Awesome Openers

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 01:03:11 GMT

What are some gripping opening lines from films or books, and why do you think they work so well?

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The best opening line from any movie in history, Goodfellas, 'As far back as i can remember, i've always wanted to be a gangster'

New poem

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 00:39:42 GMT

Waiting

How would do spend your last night
                      On earth?
I suppose some would spend it
                      In a church,
Others spending it doing the things they have
                  Always wanted to;
Some will try to do both,
Even if the pair was both new;
As for me, in sullen distraction,
I would spend it in reflection,
       No more dejection;
With a bottle on fine scotch whiskey,
Remenitions amound being misty,
A nihilist awaiting the endm
    Just waiting,
         Always waiting--
So how would tou live,
     Your last night on earth?

New poem

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 17:17:24 GMT

Causilities

There is only outcast now,
It can only be allowed now,
Prepair the burialshroud,
                Now,
Save sometimes when i'm called,
When it becomes real, when it finally,
             Dawned.
Running up an air ramp,
Fate becomes like a person following you,
Invisible at times,
             Even with a lamp,
Some times She leaves signs,
Other times you won't even hear,
She is cold and cunning, slipping with silent,
                   Zeal,
Other times She is is vicsious and violent,
And after all the times i've seen it done,
Watching smoking sub machine guns,
I can't help but look,
And wonder breifly of the lives that fate,
                  Took,
Sometimes he becomes visible,
Hallucination or visual;
Transparently following you; talking to,
                  You-
After enough body counts,
    You begin to become jaded and shrewd,
Causilties, some were true,
     Nothing to do,
            But count some more-

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:27:48 GMT

Withdrawl

Suddenly finding minself at the final
                  Turning point;
To give up the things that distract,
          Yet all they do is taunt,
Calling back to that smokey joint,
And things that were blown,
Full blown addiction; Back to roaming,
                       Alone,
Entire pasts are never shown,
Things that even i can't beleive i saw.
                       Shown,
Like how to cook; how to flick a needle, how to blow--
Hoping for one last blaze of glory,
Time to find finally, the ending to his,
                  Horrific story.

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:44:32 GMT

           Void

Things in my head,
That i don't understand,
Emotions have departed,
And left me so bland,
A familure darkness,
Inprisioning me--
It won't leave me alone,
It won't let me be,
I try to hold on,
To the memories i have-
But even then, in the end,
            Desert me--
And it makes me incredibly sad,
I can't even recall the emotion called joy,
All i am left with now,
Is this limitless, empty
                Void--

Writer's Block: Facets of a Hero

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 17:40:33 GMT

Courage, to knowningly face the unknown, even death, with eyes wide open, knowning full well where they stood.
To give up your love, happiness, and life to someone you don't even know, just to make a differance. That is a Hero.

What makes a hero?

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Writer's Block: The Bad Habit

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 02:55:32 GMT

cigarettes

Talk about a habit that you just cannot break.

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