Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Epilogue in Scarlet
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Blood drips on paper like redundant drum beats.
Rat-tat-tat Rat-tat-tat.

I am using those drops in pace
to count down seconds for me to calm down.
Slowly... ever so slowly...
my pulse begins to settle.

My consciousness begins to flow
like the trail of scarlet on the floor.
then... I picture you
as if you wither and slither like blood.

Rat-tat-tat......
Like blood, you are crimson.
Like blood, you stain.
Like blood...
Like mud...
Like.....

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9:33 PM
the warden

Stone Sophia
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I would like to acknowledge Mr. Rourke and Mr. Rahl for the inspiration as well as the culprits, Ms. Rand and Mr. Goodkind.


I saw your essence in stone
so I opted to liberate it out-
with chisel and mallet and rasp;
with longing, sweat and blood.
In my mind, you are ephemeral,
as elusive and amorphous to touch.
You are the promise of ecstasy.
You are the silhouette of my dreams.
...My obsession, my aim.

...My Galatea.
9:25 PM
the warden

Unfulfilled
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Take what's mine...

take what's not.

Leave the bitterness

and earn my spot.

a little corner of hell

to singe the future.

a piece of life undone

a hunger to satiate...

8:51 PM
Silencer
Sunday, August 27, 2006

FORCE OF WILL
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When i trace the outlines of your face
when i stroke back your silky hair
and i feel the warmth of your breath on my cheek
i think to myself: I AM EVIL.

When i pass my lips across your neck
my finger sketching circles upon your skin
you close your eyes and hold me close
i know that I AM EVIL.

When you clutch my hair and open yourself
i am drawn closer and closer
i believe i can take you there
but remember that I AM EVIL.

When you bite your lip in silence
your body crying out to me
i am left with that persistence
that I AM GOOD, because I'M EVIL.

11:02 PM
Silencer
Friday, August 25, 2006

Stand
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Faith is a device of self-delusion, a sleight of hand done with words and emotions founded on any irrational notion that can be dreamed up. Faith is the attempt to coerce truth to surrender to whim. In simple terms, it is trying to breathe life into a lie by trying to outshine reality with the beauty of wishes. Faith is the refuge of fools, the ignorant, and the deluded, not of thinking, rational men.

In reality, contradictions cannot exist. To believe in them you must abandon the most important thing you possess: your rational mind. The wager for such a bargain is your life. In such an exchange, you always lose what you have at stake.
- Zeddicus Z'ul Zorander
First Wizard of the Midlands
3:08 PM
Silencer

Sanity's Eclipse
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Fatespinner's wishing for destiny's repose-
a dreamer struggling to wake.
The butcher's tears on a sea of blood-
myriads of black, grey and white.
Wordless screams searing bone,
despotic mind dictating false-
As cold as the blazing noon,
like light on ever night.

Welcome to life.
12:41 PM
the warden

Fueld By Tears 3
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as i sit in the dimness of twilight
and take in the sounds of my solitude
shadows from a not so distant past linger
and hover before me like dust clouds.
it drives me to the brink
it keeps me awake
it churns and burns
the web of lies is drawn taut.

i am blanketed in sorrow
dragged down by the weight of failure
consumed by the unending need
to escape the clutches of betrayal.
it feeds my nights
it steals my tomorrows
it stains my smiles
the scars will always throb.

as dawn painstakingly approaches
and the darkness slowly recedes
the midnight in my heart remains
the chemical fuels my vengeance.
it flames my thoughts
it takes me closer
sometimes the only way
to move forward
is to take a step back.

.............
7:37 AM
Silencer
First Rule
People are stupid. They will
believe in a lie given enough
reason to do do. They will
believe either because they
want something to be true
or they are afraid
it might be true.

Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander
-First Wizard of the Midlands

Vindication
in the midst of gripping despair
lost within an icy stare
overshadowed by a mystery
voiceless, but struggling to free
every word that was denied
yet failing again, and simply sighed
out into the night
until the coming of light.

Good to be back. -Silencer

Synthesis
Herein lies the Event Horizon-
where all things parallel and paradoxical meet.
This is the fulcrum-
where the weight and counterweight is at a standstill.
This is where the thesis and antithesis joins.
Here is where the past and the present meet.

-The Warden

Turquoise
I lie on blades upon blades of rolling grass.
I stare up upon the vast heavens,
however minute I am to their point of view.
Then I ask the primordial question--

Why the hell am I here?

Is it the boorishness of life
or just the complexities of living?

Clouds in different sizes and shapes go by
and these thoughts drift with them...
cascades of light pierces through the gaps,
right down to this anxious face.

The world moves on its own pace.
Clouds drift with the winds--

I stood still.

Murals
"I will beat him to death...
-if he breaks my hands, I'll kick him to death,
if he breaks my legs, I'll bite him to death,
if he breaks my neck, I'll stare him to death,
and if he blinds my eye, I'll curse him to death..."
--Naruto to Sai: Chapter 303

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