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To store it is unhealthy. Giving it freely makes many wealthy. To let it flow unchecked is brazen and bold. Though its close cousin is best served cold. Revenge is a dangerous word. Frivilous use is quite absurd. Something sought by the foolish and brave. Yet properly directed anger is a potent tool for a knave. What man lives life by anger? Only a fool.

Beautiful Dreamer, deep in sleep. Slumbering angel, hard to keep. Will I ever find myself awake, Beside my little snoring angel's lake? Only time will tell me for certain, And on that question I await the curtain.

Burgess dear Burgess, where are you now. Fighting for nature and that which you won't allow? When will you realize the trouble you sew? Here and there you put out small fires. When you should really be chasing down the true liars. Whenever one task is through. A dozen more spring up for you. To struggle and wrestle till Burgess too... Must succumb to the inexorable pull. And allow nature to takes its course, and survival of the fittest to kull.

Nowhere to run; nowhere to hide. No one in which to confide. Lost is my soul in this desolation. My pain is severe, that is beyond contestation. Flury of action, blink and you'll miss. That last, her most fleeting kiss. I lie down, my face up. Why is it that I can't escape into this cup?

Time and time again the enemy will rush. And every time we throw them down there is a hush. Will this be it, we wonder down the line, "Have we broken their will this time?" But every time, the answer is no, from hottest midday till there is snow. Waves of both sides' bodies stack up high. As bullets and shells are sent overhead to fly. Until we realize that we will never last, and in seeps the yellow gas....

An associate of mine his name I'll keep for the time. He waves to me most every day. We never really have much to say. Just a moment we lend A kind hello is all we spend. No cost to me or to he. A problem with this I just can't see. For I was given instructions not to speak or share a moment with this young freak. For different he is, much so in truth. And I am told it would be most uncouth. Hell awaits those that would judge him. For differences in look would you go out on that limb?

Lurking in the dark, It is feasting on my terror. My outlook has become most stark, and madness builds that I can not bare. Perhaps I can go back the way I had come fleeing to where last I saw light. Alas there is no path to where I run. There is no sense in my mindless flight. On the back of my throat It's breath plays; However strong I may be, my time is up. On all of us this monster preys. Upon our unsuspecting flesh It will sup. One by one is how It hunts, and one by one is how we die. There is no freedom in this terrible fate. Our carcasses will be found eaten clean, and our bones neatly left to lie. I wonder who next It will bait. For in Its lair it sits in wait.

One more line crossed. One more deal is tossed. Scrapped again without cause. Crushed again ; my heart's loss. Always backing down, no room for a stand. How far can I fall before I hit land?? Yet another compromise, desperately making do. Here I go caving in ... again ... right on que.

Outside appearance will tell you I'm fine. Of course that was true at an earlier time. Inside I'm dead to you. Of course, of this you have no clue. I wait to curl up and just lie down. I have to come to grips with what I have done. My love for you, that once had no bound. Has been stamped out, into the cold ground. Our chances for happiness now lost. You never knew your words came at such cost....

You enter my flesh and tear at my heart. Every wound you gave is fresh you tart. Deny my words you detestable beast. Soon you will see our time apart is least of your concerns at this time. Your attitude leaves a taste most sour. As of the rinds of lemon and lime. You leave me in spirits most dour. As of now, I think I am fine. My new life has just begn to flower.

Some are made without thought or care. Only to be broken, faced with a hurt stare. Others aren't hastily, but as easily broken Salient water flows, feelings aren't token. Where broken promises litter the ground. Her muffled sobs are the only sound. He thinks he can fix it all with a kiss. Who the Hell does he think he is?

Duty calls and yet do You, To my allegiance I was fettered, I well knew. To thou beats My heart yet clouded judgement, honor mind set. upon sword should never My hand have swept, into My Soul the Darkness has crept. I realize its too late, when last I saw Your weeping shown, cry not for me Sweet Woman, my actions are my own. Survival is second to touching Your cheek, yet on high, my Soul they seek. Upon a blade for you I shall have lept, but even if bade I could not have touched you and wept.

Shining in armor ever so bright. You drive all evil into flight. Whereever you travel you stave off the blight. Evil has this land, and chews at its very core. You dispell dark forces, alleviating from the land this terrible sore. You help the innocent from suffering and pain. You have put into place many a villain and son of Cain. How many, true warrior, have you now slain? The list goes on, the scroll unfurls. Did you mean to kill dear sedrick with his blond curls? He was your comrade, your brother in arms. Just because he fell for a cainites wily charms. Does your God approve bringing to your brother of the sword such harm?

For love, I think not. Your words were from rage, when you were hot. I know well the true path of your heart. Don't try to explain, don't even start. Your anger brings forth the truth, for my blind eyes to finally see. Don't bother me again, just let me be. Perhaps with your next romantic "conquest" success will be for you. Perhaps to your next man, your anger and ire will not destroy too That which took so long to acrue. Love and respect have flown out the door. You have burned me straight to the core. How could you be such a cruel?

I knew a man, for him I wept. He had no land, no where to have slept. This man had such a bright eye. Even after all his livestock did die Joy and mirth fill his heart. Even with only one wheel on his cart. Where oh where does the joy enter this goner? Deep in his heart he will always have honor. He travels to a church, his way to find. The priests of the order of valor are overly kind. They knew he was coming before problems ever struck. His fate was sealed, with that bout of bad luck.

Silver man on a white horse. Steadfast with honor, he's never coarse. Serving his God of Valor and Pride. Never turns; battles evil in stride. Nothing will deter him, his God is his Guide! Smiting evil his only bliss. His deepest hope is that they immortalize the name Talos in some epic Hymn. Sadly all they will recall is his greatest sin.

I mourn her passing every day. On my kees I hope and pray. That from my heart will lift the fell weight of her last gift. Her life was hers to give yet I told her, "Please, please live!" Her heart was for me and no other. She, in this way, will never love another.

Whenever lost to arbitrary winds. Lost again to father's sins. Steps one after the other, and Soft words are spoken from mother. Just bare in mind this simple fact for all our kind. Where ever you go ....

Where do you go without option or light? How do you function after being stripped of sight? Without vision, how can you depend on might? When the shrouds have fallen, and there's nothing but night. In the darkness teeth gnash, you fear the bite. How ... do you escape this plight? Where battle is not an option, but neither is flight?

The war is over,I have nothing to do but leer I face the world with sepulchral demeanor, yet before me lies the warning of the seer. "DEATH," calls she to the howling sky past the door, upon red lips trembles the word of "WAR." Widows wildly weeping over husbands fallen at a sword's behest. Children,calling and crying, for fathers and brothers lost, into mothers' chest. Unshuttered windows clap to the empty streets, unfettered, choking the empty boulavards, wander burden bearing beasts. Lovers, sex indescriminate, choose their endings in the night, Numbers untold join the Warriors' respite. I look upon the dead and dying, where many a pommel or cross-piece sets lying, and wonder once or twice, if all of these murders were of lust or vice.

Motives hidden and movement concealed. From sight you slink subtley onto the stairs. Half down the hall, you take a moment's pause. Wondering if he heard your tell-tale sound. But it is far better to continue, than to wait here, out the window and on the baclony under the beautiful, dreadful and sublime new moon above your head. Darkness enfolds you as a tight ramant, you wear this ramant more often than not. You slither into his bedchamber now. You float across the chamber floor, and stand over him. You can smell his peace, and hate him for it. You know he takes for granted that which you will never truly know in life. For peace will only be known in death.

We all have two faces, one in and one out. Inside we are hidden, closed from prying eyes Fighting and dying we turn about Our outside face, crumbles, falls, and dies. Blood flowing, as Life's fluids gout. Outside we change, we adapt to what must be. Inside we stand steady as Seasons' Change.

Mighty Thews flexing as twilight draws near. Suddenly wondering how far victory is, you begin to fear. No hope, no sun, your suffering has just begun. Reflixively jolting, sleep ends, was it all a dream? Or is this the dream to which you escape, reality would seem to slip through the cracks. You wonder if this is cause to relax. Or just a moments rest from the mournful fact.... There is no escape, only pause, from the attack.

Come home to me, my little angel ... I miss you so dearly. Vision blurred, but not for long, you make me see things so clearly. I know what I must do. Spend my days loving you. You may look at my prose, and accuse me of lying. But under all of my love, is a cruel sense of joy that I know; for my love, you are crying.

Despite appearances, my soul is clean. Regardless of pet disappearances, I am not mean. So they melt, it isn't as if they felt. never dreamed or schemed. Loved or hated. It was merely to death that they were fated. Release was their only freedom. From being trapped in this odd kingdom.

Flapping against the darkest the night has to offer. Her words make life that much softer. I look to my love, and see her in a radiance that others can not; beating Crimson wings, firey and hot. When we lie together late at night, enfolded in her warm embrace where passionate fires forever light. And proud in my arms she does stand, her wings spread out in a display so grand. Everyone in the world to see, her wings so broad and firey. Yet just when I think there is no brighter light than her wings in the sky. My gaze chances across her eye. Her eyes are alight, with love and passion. She knows that her wings keep away more than the darkness around us in their fashion. For deep inside of me, she dispells a roiling darkness borne of the deepest hells.

I thought I had you in my hand. I took you for granted as I traveled the land. Promises made, and promises kept, without me you cried and slept. Over time, I became a liar, and away you soared on wings of fire. You were so young, I was so old. Even thinking of you was too bold. Yet here I am, and remain. My heart is for you to claim. Broken shards litter the ground, the many pieces you have found. I feel so lost without you here. I can hardly bare my fear that this time is forever, no second chance. Please forgive me, give me one more glance. I beg of you, just give me one more dance.

At night I think hard and long ; of love that has fled and is forever gone. The bird has taken flight, forever taken from me a bright light. I must find another to replace you. A piece of my heart is forever lost. With you it must stay, for to renew... would be too dreadful a cost.

I am proud and as steady as the North Star. You rival me, and ridicule me from afar. You snipe and quip from shadows and alcoves, and acuse me of being the hugger of shadows and man of the dark. For a dog, your bite is much better than your bark. You throw your challenges about, and banter to your friends. Your fear of me I smell, and a deffinition of your character it lends. You imagine I am some wonderful trophy mounted and stuffed all for you. If anyone is to have lifeless eyes, I am certain one can guess who. Pain and suffering will fall upon one with no clue. And before you gloat, rise up high on your pompous words and float. Prior to your Jubilation, sending words out to add to your victory celebration another guest. Remember, he who laughs last, laughs best.

Walking in circles nowhere to go. Commitments to the left and to the right. I can't stand my life this sorry sight. I have doubts about your faithfulness. Yet I do crave dearly your caress. How can I trust if my heart won't let me. If I must check your actions, my own eyes to see. I want to believe you. I really do. But deep in my soul a dark fluttering begins. Long gone and past, forward begins to bubble my sins. Anger, Ire, pain, and discord abound in me. For I begin to think of HIM. I will trust you, however hard it will be. I will once again go forth, perched on that far bent limb.

How can you stand there? Without support save the air? To sit and watch it unfold. To take no action is awfuly bold. You think your hands clean, and heart made of gold? You are wrong. And for the day you admit it I long. For the world a better place would be with you and those like you gone. Problems do not go away on their own. Leaving them to fester, gives you that much more sour a crop sewn. You reap what you grow, just remember that your peace of mind is on loan. Collection time is coming.

False are you to me, my charming snake. Standing, waiting, by the lake. I know where you are, and you wish me there. You should be more understanding, at least have a care. You must traverse the begning to get to the end. That way to you, my heart I shall lend. My destruction you seem to court. Our life together we must sort. What do you ask of me my dear? It is that that I most fear. Have you no understanding of the hazards you skirt. Tempting me with your wares, you slithering flirt.

Each and all have a demon within, How long since last you fought yours has it been? When not fighting with your own inner demon, Does it mean he gave up, or that you have given in? Have you made a pact, a deal with your personal devil? an agreement forged in innocent sufferings to keep your life on level. Would you pay with another's life to keep HIM quiet, For a moments peace would you find someone to fight. Follow it's lead, and give into temptation, Just once and you have sealed your ruination. To silence the nagging voice within could you give in to hate? How could you have so willingly sealed yourself to this doomed fate?

They run forward and never back. Once missed they don't come back. However much we wish they would not, against us they begin to stack. Black marks against our souls, dark splotches that show the character we lack. Sand slipping down and through the crack. Every day we record our deeds. Every night we fulfill our needs. Doomed are we to repeat past errors. We are doomed to relive these terrors.

Blinding Glory fills my sight as you continue your ceaseless fight. You rain down firey death as some long forgotten God laughing at Man's plight. Forceful and Brutal you stand high above, showering the Earth with your unique tough love. If less or more you ever were to give. Not one man, woman or child would yet live. I give thanks to you my sparkling beauty. Of all Heavenly Bodies you phase us most. To you we are your children, young ones lost. Your gifts we do squander, and we race to our own anhilation. This is but a small thing to ponder, as I declare your glory in exaltation.

There you were, over first time to meet. I from battle just adjourned, you saw me take a seat. You asked me of colors of many hue, I said blue would work most well for you. To you I gave a dye, we said good bye, and as you were gone from earshot I released a sigh. Aloud I informed to no one listening, In light blue my Wicera looks most fetching. Later that day, passing through the plains. Again we met, seperate groups yet flying the same colors. I tried to be tacit, and took great pains. To tell you your partner, a crude cur. To tell you to seek another, so that life was asured. My dear Wicera, to the east is a rising sun. If only you could see its splendor and leave this glutton.

Everything seemed so perfect, like a sparkling jewel. Now that the cards have fallen I find I was played the fool. You swore to me an oath of trust, yet you broke it for something not even lust. You say you have no care for him. I never asked where you had been. You tell me that he means nothing, yet you called him none- the-less. Why on Earth you would have risked it I can not begin to guess. I find it harder to believe you every passing day. You cry out that it will never happen again, but how can I have faith in a single word you say? You repayed my trust with this. Mockery of my loyalty, when all along you kept from me that unfaithful kiss.

Circles, Circles ; The same on every side. Winding around and around, The spiral never seems to meet ground. All the while you pray this sublime fall to subside. You run your life with surreal ease, never once thinking yourself bound. In truth a prisoner you are, in the biggest cage of all. It revolves around a star ; everyone is trapped on this tiny ball. Never having done a single misdeed, how could a race be held without reprieve? So we live our lives, circles within circles, and dance until cease. Very few stand forth and call into the skies, "We are MEN not BEASTS!" Fewer still ever realize the nature of this trap. Until life ends and everyone dies.