tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080569355911177762011-11-27T16:48:48.228-08:00Be Gentle. Be Brutal Be HonestBeneath_the_Maskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05605936475765875294noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008056935591117776.post-32254507981820921342008-10-15T06:18:00.000-07:002008-10-15T06:21:52.055-07:00

His jaw visibly tensed. Knuckles white, his hands clenched to fists. The laughter, growing louder as it reverberated through his mind.“What the fuck? just ignore them... It doesn't matter.. just ignore them.. who cares anyway?” The voice of reason trying to overcome, subdue the laughter. It was failing. He could feel himself slipping into the rage, could feel it pulling at his shaking fists

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Solitude.You're alone, you live alone, you die alone and you spend all the time in between trying desperately to convince yourself that you're not. You pick your poisons, your delusions. How do you choose to hide the truth?Do you scurry in the shadows? Taking the company of the other degenerate dwellers of the dark, banding together, comforting one another with sad tales of the misunderstanding

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For this introduction just read the Intro for the previous poth, the same applies hereThe countryside is quiet, the grass, an emerald shade of swirling patterns as a gentle country breeze picks up the fallen Autumn leaves and sends them spiraling towards the solitary brickwork cottage perched atop the gentle rise of the grassy hill. The cottage is almost completely still, the soft braying of

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Okay, well this is an old piece now, one that I had planned on finishing, however, having read it again, I've realised that it isn't as good as I had originally hoped (I never can tell unless I've a piece some time to mature), part of the problem possible lay in the fact that I let too many people read it before it was ready so now it's lost something... Anyway, crappy or not, I've decided to

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“Stop right there!”The woman's authoritative tone was reflected in her confident and commanding stance . She stood facing the two surprised combatants, her demeanor stern, her long, dark hair pulled back and tightly bound with a length of soft leather. The watching crowd stared, open-mouthed, at her, stunned that a woman could, at once, be so beautiful and yet radiate such power, be possessed of

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As hope always stands but one step away,We chase dreams like fools, blinded by the light of the day,A forest between our grip and the roots,Buried in dirt, pushing earth loose,Words make no sense in the chaos or "now",And only in hindsight have we a grasp of the how,But it always seems, too little, too late, As decisions we've made have sealed our fate,Yet, hope can still burn this mud from our

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Step inside, don't be afraid, the game has just begun,Leave your fears at the door, their time and place have gone,Shadows in the darkness that no light exists to cast,Dreams that flicker in your slumber, whispers of the past,The safety of what went before has now been laid to rest,Once you step in through that door, you face the endless test,No more smiles, the laughter fades, into the dimming

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Another fractured image,Another broken dream,Another final horror,Blurred by the smiles between.Another “end of everything”,Another shattered hope,Another tearful, “last goodbye”,Before I cut the rope.Another new horizon,Another tainted shore,Another way of killing time,Before I disappear once more..

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To love the ones I've murdered,I've found I cannot do,I gave the gift of life,Then passed the knife to you.While words cannot encompass,And no action could explain,I wish I could condemn myself,And steal from you this pain.If St. Peter has his pearly gates,Closed to sins of man,I know I've damned the two of us,While our child sleeps in that land.Small mercy though it seems,Or, perhaps it's none

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The silent screams etched on my flesh,To cry for help I have no breath,Blood flowing free from me,The pain to hide the pain unseen...

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The massive warrior stared at the old man, dumbstruck, for a moment.“Me!?” disbelief clear in his voice as he directed his question at the old fighter, “You expect one such as I to bow to a withered old man like you!?” His trembling voice was rising in tenor, with rage he could barely suppress rumbling like a waking dragon just beneath the words. How had such an insolent fool manage to survive to

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The old man stepped quietly forward, facing the hulking, young brute with a calm unmatched by the watching crowd. Leaning forward on his cane, he turned his wrinkled brow up to acknowledge his towering opponent, in his eyes was a gentle discipline that none could fathom. He smiled without humour, his cheeky grin a mocking reflection of the confident swagger wielded by the muscled goliath. He

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Where beauty once dwelled but a scar now remains,Battered and bloody from the world and its pains,What have we done to defile this innocence so?Would we have stopped if someone had known?Why did the world,so caulousely kill her inside,Laughingly spit on her tears and leave her to die?Why did we do nothing to save her from this rape?Why now do we care when all is too late?When the feathers were

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For any interested in my current "investigation" into the weirdness known as Scientology please go Here... Remember to click on any Scientology adverts you see anywhere!! The bastards have got more than enough money!!

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Scientology... well, this is breaking away from the theme of this blog, and I promise it is only a brief interlude, but, due to recent interests, I have to give some attention to this rather controversial subject.You see, roughly half a century ago, a science fiction writer, seemingly with rather bold dreams of avarice, decided to turn the subject of his writings to a more profitable endeavour

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Is there anything wrong with how you write? Do you want to know how to repair your writing?If so, stop.People read the writing of others because they want something unique from another, they want a different point of view, a different expression. They want something new.If you try to “fix” the way you write, who's rules are you going to be following? And how are you going to make your writing

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With practised hand,I make my stand,That line in sand in drawn.This pounding heart,In closing dark,Waits for the arc of dawn...

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Angels tears, a devils smile, this tender heart's caress,Open wounds have, with loving touch, been blessed,What once was torn, is now reformed,With a strength, as yet, unknownTwo hearts have proved, they can win through,Where once, one beat alone,And this dying hope has lent it's throat to a song of truest love,Not every angel, need shine it's light, far from reach, above,Your tender lips, Turned

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Angelic repose, when in shades of the night,Beauty met hemlock,For the absence of light.An inch near or farther from love's sure embrace,This angel in waiting,Has fallen from grace.

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This article by Bruce Price stunned me, grabbed me and shook me.For so long I've looked at the “poetry” I've written and, to a certain, extent, felt shame.. So often you hear about the rules of poetry, a snobbish friend of mine exclusively writes Haiku's that I find terribly dingy and dull. Nonetheless, I've always believed that he must be doing the right thing (even if I think it's shite)

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Passion's lost between the sheets,Bedspread, spread legs, shattered little dreams. No shining knight, no Romeo,Love is dead, sweet Juliet,Now close your eyes and swallow.A broken will to live, to love,An aching need to please,Never thought you were enough,Identify yourself through me,

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