tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83939703125488975512024-02-07T16:11:12.827-08:00A Shattered Mind A glimpse into insanity and perchance some semblance of truth.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13049080209056013300noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-56963036612285258392013-09-06T19:56:00.002-07:002013-09-14T14:42:44.805-07:00The Butterfly's Bond<br />
<u><b>The Butterfly's Bond</b></u><br />
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Once I dreamt of a bond most strong<br />
My swallowtail and I were enveloped in song<br />
Her head was softly adorned with Gaia's embrace<br />
Her frail wings they were bathed in blue and gold lace<br />
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We stood 'neath the waters in a grand crystal hall<br />
where translucent shadowed water around us did fall<br />
And life it did run through the fountains so clear<br />
And love it did joyfully play as music to hear<br />
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The creatures they gathered 'round the great filling feast<br />
Where they sat 'round the table both the greatest and the least<br />
They raised up their glasses and shouted strong toasts<br />
And then my love for my butterfly to them I did boast<br />
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My swallowtail peered in my eyes so intently<br />
Then I bowed to her and kissed her sweet hand ever so gently<br />
We walked 'neath the moon where it hung betwixt the stars<br />
And we danced on the floor which moved like a mirage from afar<br />
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The band they did play the most romantic of tunes<br />
My love she did sway as we spun 'round the room<br />
she kissed me so sweetly and lit up my eyes<br />
And my heart how it burst as her passionate gaze to me did lovingly rise<br />
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We stood on the platform of red velvet cloth<br />
And sweet words were whispered by the grey old world moth<br />
And the ring which was plucked from the deep of the fabled lovers cove<br />
Was placed on the sweet finger of my lover betrothed<br />
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We walked hand in hand as the guests did disperse and scatter<br />
And we bid final farewell to the March Hare, The Door Mouse, and The Hatter<br />
We walked 'neath the stars and the moonbeam downpour<br />
And we faded into the light to be joined forevermore<br />
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By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013<br />
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<img alt="Mixed Marriage - A Hemlock Tree, A Birch Tree and a Swallowtail Butterfly by C. Frederick Lawrenson" border="0" src="http://www.natureartists.com/art/resized/1011_hp_Mixed_Marriage.JPG" width="366" /><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13049080209056013300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-63814478983003478372013-08-31T11:38:00.000-07:002013-09-14T14:34:07.079-07:00Lament Of Innocence<br />
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<b><u>Lament Of Innocence</u></b><br />
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Once again I awake as her shrieks abruptly shake</div>
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My senses and I am ripped from a world of dreams</div>
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Once again my heart pounds as I shudder at the sound</div>
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Of her cries as they turn from faint whispers to piercing screams</div>
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It happens every night my eyes wide with fright</div>
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As I behold my lost love's phantasmal form</div>
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Her eyes black as pitch with the crooked smile of a witch</div>
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She sways back and forth in a white dress well-worn</div>
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In life she was kind and sweeter than sangria wine</div>
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What a beauty she was to behold</div>
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Now she drags rusty chains and though her young form still remains,</div>
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Her face has waxed dreadfully old</div>
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'Twas three years ago when we took in a show</div>
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At the old district music box bijou </div>
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She was silken and fine and dressed to the nines</div>
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Her presence could do naught but please you</div>
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The players all bowed to the large, dispersing crowd</div>
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And the curtain was lowered to the floor </div>
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We walked in the rain down North Southport Lane</div>
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And we talked 'neath the steady downpour</div>
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We married that fall at The Crystal Garden Hall </div>
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She was bathed in fine satin and lace </div>
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With our lives intertwined soon I would find</div>
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A horror that most could not face</div>
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One late Autumn night I thought that I might</div>
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Take a stroll to the park there close by</div>
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I left her in dreams 'neath the palish blue beams</div>
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And the glow of the streetlights outside</div>
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An hour flew by and as midnight drew nigh </div>
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I made my way up the steep, winding stairs</div>
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My door had been pried, and my love how she cried</div>
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I had indeed caught the thief most unawares</div>
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I ran to my wife but found no sign of life</div>
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In her eyes as the blood poured from her chest</div>
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I fell to the floor then stumbled out the door</div>
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In pursuit of a most uninvited guest </div>
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Only shadows remained as I struggled to gain</div>
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Some control of the vengeance that boiled</div>
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With the heavy heart which she kept I solemnly wept</div>
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For my life had been irreparably spoiled </div>
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So here I must lie amidst my lover's shrill cries</div>
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And the sound of the chains on the floor</div>
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She points here and there, but I am left unaware</div>
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Of that which of me she does adamantly implore</div>
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But what could this be? She now speaks to me!</div>
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Her words are like whispers from within </div>
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She speaks of that eve, and with no merciful reprieve</div>
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She states that my sanity has indeed worn quite thin</div>
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'Twas I that had burst through the door and what's worse</div>
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Is that this I do not remember </div>
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'Twas her heart that I broke with one tempestuous stroke</div>
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On that cold, fateful night in November </div>
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She fixes her gaze on the rafters as she fades</div>
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Her spirit now able to sleep</div>
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With a rope I will hang for only my sins now remain </div>
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And my heart, may the devil rightly keep</div>
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By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013 </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13049080209056013300noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-39570328621410389562013-08-28T07:34:00.001-07:002013-09-14T14:33:52.036-07:00The Horrors Three<br />
<b><u>The Horrors Three </u></b><br />
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The demons creep as I struggle to sleep<br />
Fixed in worrisome fear <br />
They dance and play chasing all hope away<br />
As anxiety draws all the more near<br />
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Not to be outdone, my ghost often seen by none<br />
Will arise with the purpose of perfection<br />
In my heart where it lies, it will bombard me with daily reprise<br />
Concerning the state of my own sad reflection<br />
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Last but not least is the terrible beast<br />
Which eats away at the very core of my soul<br />
For anger it seems should be less of a means<br />
To manipulate that which I cannot control<br />
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By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13049080209056013300noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-66111418624623389592013-08-24T07:11:00.002-07:002013-08-24T08:15:15.294-07:00Of Promises Broken And Of Liars One And AllIt is better to promise nothing and live life free of obligations than to promise everything and deliver nothing.<br />
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<b><u>The Soldier's Wife</u></b><br />
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Once upon a crisp Autumn day
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While the winds were stirring and the children did play
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Upon an elderly lass I did cast a swift glance
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Whose eyes were brightly viridescent and as wild as chance<br />
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Alone on a well-worn bench she did rest
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A tattered, old book pressed firmly to her chest
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In all shades of blue she was beautifully clothed
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On her finger shone a ring from her lover betrothed<br />
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To the birds she did speak as they landed quite near
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In soft words she did speak to them, in soft words heard most clear
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She beckoned to me as she motioned to share
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Her bench so warm 'neath the cool, Autumn air<br />
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She asked of what memories I had hoped to leave here
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In this leaf-littered park near the ocean so clear
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Great pain and sorrow to her I did convey
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Of a loss most shattering and of a life left most gray<br />
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With an emerald stare into my soul she did peer
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And she saw in my heart her very greatest of fears
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Of her dear loving husband to me she did speak
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Who had left her quite frail, quite lost and quite weak<br />
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Of a war she did speak and of a draft most unfair
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Of men sent away and of women left unaware
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She then spoke to me of a summer most grave
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When soldiers had come to tell her of a man most brave<br />
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My hand she did touch and she smiled so sweet
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Many miles she expressed were left for my feet
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The walk of life to me she assured was quite long
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And my will to me she affirmed was quite strong<br />
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I inquired of her what life she had led
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I inquired of her what man she had wed
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Long after her love had been lost in the war
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Some semblance of hope from her I did rightly implore<br />
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She looked away and her smile did solemnly fade
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To the lonely pier her deep, verdant gaze did wearily stray
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She told me of her sorrow and of her darkest of days
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When her love was brought home and to rest he was laid<br />
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Of her loss of hope to me she did regretfully tell
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When her life was a curse and her heart was impaled
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To the lonely pier she did go one late Autumn night
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And into an ocean of sadness her soul did take flight<br />
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I looked to the pier, then turned back to her
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The bench was now empty and the wind no longer did stir
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Save the worn book which in old leather 'twas bound
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There was no sign of the woman to ever be found<br />
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By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013<br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-52222131696716539392013-08-22T10:35:00.002-07:002013-08-22T12:57:40.654-07:00A Walk To The Gallows<br />
<b><u>A Walk To The Gallows</u></b><br />
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So long ago I washed the blood away<br />
Why are my hands still stained?<br />
They buried you beneath the ground<br />
And still your ghost remains<br />
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One thousand voices scream<br />
But still I hear you calling<br />
Why can't I face you?<br />
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I spoke with a holy man<br />
He said that God forgave me<br />
He said Jesus saves<br />
But he couldn't save you<br />
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When the ground drops out<br />
And they cut me down,<br />
Will they bury me<br />
With the sins they've found? <br />
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By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013<br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><b><u> Circle Of The Nine</u></b></span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">O
to dance with the devil and strike up a blaze </span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To do battle with demons
and into the abyss, capture a gaze</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To cast myself into brimstone and
fire</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To impale mine own heart atop the burning pyre</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To traverse the
pitch and fall to the nine</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Engorging my belly with blood for want of
wine</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To feel the chill of the frostbitten lake</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Four walls and
infinity a prison does make</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To be bound in chains and thrown into the
pit</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">To be lavished with pain as the candles are lit</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">If ever I yearn
for this and nothing more</span></div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">on the winds shall I ride to arrive at your
door</span></div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-86753951648443157132013-08-22T07:23:00.001-07:002013-08-28T16:00:41.353-07:00Of Discovery And The Unfamiliar<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Seek not the comfort of familiarity, for what adventure lies in the exploration of that which has already been discovered?</span><br />
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of solitude? What of that hour in the day when time ceases to exist, and
one becomes lost to a world of thought and dreams? What causes one to
yearn for sweet silence? Perhaps it is a secret longing for the death
that fate has yet to grant him...</span><br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-84652058069319448812013-08-22T07:03:00.001-07:002013-08-22T13:12:09.679-07:00Of Forlorn Regret And Feathers Out Of Reach<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Let
not belated uncertainty lead you to lay a jealousy driven claim on
that which you have already tossed aside. Once you have released the
feather from your grasp, the wind will work against any reunion.</span><br />
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underestimate the power of gravity. It has the ability to rend your
wings asunder and drag you to hell. Nothing is trivial and we must all
give to the mighty pull of a thing most grave. For only within our
inevitable submission do we truly find the despair that will facilitate
the destruction of any irrational notions that we might possess concerning control.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-62362668586795797922013-08-22T06:41:00.001-07:002013-08-22T13:12:30.332-07:00Of Tact And The Absence Of Empathy<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">I
feel that I must enlighten they that most assuredly lack the ability to
speak empathetically. It is ridiculous to entertain the thought that if
one conveys a sense of honesty, that any harmful intent is magically
dismissed. Words pierce the soul, and one never knows how deeply one may
wound another. Speak as you would wish to be spoken to, and if the
truth must be brought to light, allow the recipient the courtesy of
constructive criticism rather than blunt and destructive judgement.</span><br />
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definition of insanity is the repetition of a continuously failed act coupled with the
expectation of a different outcome. If your choices in life have caused
you great pain, it is only common sense to adjust your later choices to
grant yourself a more conducive future.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-50308152153442272652013-08-21T12:15:00.002-07:002013-08-22T13:12:56.705-07:00Of Angels Bound And The Devil Who Waits<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">If I
were to dance with the devil within me, all the more infernal would my song
truly be. Though angels be found amidst the sweet sound, they lie 'neath
the pillars to which they are bound. If hell is a comedy and heaven a
tragedy, then I'll strike up a blaze and laugh with great levity.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-74427148259501919812013-08-21T12:01:00.000-07:002013-08-22T13:13:06.898-07:00Of Hubris And The Fall<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">One
must never allow foolish pride to take precedence over that which was
once a shameless love. The satisfaction of such a selfish victory is
fleeting and not at all worth suffering the maddening ghosts of one's
deepest regret.</span><br />
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care that your blind zealotry does not cause you to abandon reason in
favor of offering evidence to support ridiculous beliefs.</span><br />
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problem facing our society is the amount of value we place in monetary
gain rather than cultural and philosophical growth. We measure value not
by the quality of a man's character, but by the quantity of his acquired
wealth. Women often seek that which offers luxury and comfort, not that
which is emotionally fulfilling. Men seek to gain respect via the girth
of their coffers rather than the caliber of their thoughts and ideas.
We must find deeper value within ourselves lest we become as petty and
superficial as the Gods themselves!</span><br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-79534541626198111982013-08-21T11:38:00.001-07:002013-08-22T13:13:32.611-07:00Of Visitors And Opportunities Passed<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Perhaps
that which you still seek, and that which you once held in your hands
are one in the same. Such impending regret must be staggering indeed. Only a fool would protest upon the absence of that which they have turned away
at their doorstep.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-20807527527730537582013-08-20T16:28:00.002-07:002013-08-22T12:57:12.259-07:00Things Such As This<div>
<u><b>Things Such As This</b></u></div>
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If I were to scream into nothingness, would the sound deafen God's ears?</div>
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If I were to converse with a star, would it embrace my thoughts? Or would it simply cast them aside for the brilliance of the Sun?</div>
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If I were to sift through the refuse of human memory, would I unearth some form of substance or would I find only broken lines of withered communication? </div>
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I often think upon things such as this when reality is too grave to bear.</div>
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I often think upon things such as this when the storm of life grows heavy and wild.</div>
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If I were to touch the sky, would it shatter like glass and rain slivers down upon the earth?</div>
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If I were to fill my eyes with all there is to behold, would it staunch the river of madness within my head?</div>
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I often think upon things such as this when love is fleeting and time has ebbed.</div>
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I often think upon things such as this when my sanity slips and the hour nears.</div>
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By Justin Huskey copyright 2013<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-26406784090985351812013-08-20T12:06:00.005-07:002013-08-22T13:14:00.801-07:00Of Obsolete Relics And The Illusion Of Progress<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">I
grow so very tired of the elderly and their ever-adamant, albeit quite
erroneous belief that morality only exists in the past tense. This empty
claim holds no truth and affirms nothing but the fact that they are
either unwilling or incapable of adapting to the changing of the times.
Morality, as with all things, is relative to the massively accepted
opinions on the subject within the time frame o<span class="text_exposed_show">f
the inspection. For instance while same-sex marriage was deemed immoral
at one time, it is now considered immoral to deny an individual their
basic human rights based solely on their sexual preferences. To insist
that all that is good in the world existed only in one's own time period
is ridiculous indeed. Advocates of the WWII era love to speak of a much
more sound world with morals and standards which have greatly fallen
today. I wonder if the persecuted Jewish people would feel the same were
they alive today to protest. What of the African Americans forced to
take a literal backseat due to the color of their skin? Would they
share the same opinions of morality in the past? Thinking such as this
is proof that these individuals have indeed outlived their usefulness in
today's society. I must mention that most of the relics found spewing
such ignorance are also themselves advocates of such "moral" behavior as
racism and hypocrisy. It is a sad day for humanity when mankind seeks
to justify such atrocities.</span></span><br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-27077716182936190002013-08-20T12:02:00.001-07:002013-08-22T13:14:08.277-07:00Of Haunting Pasts And Chained Regret<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">The
ghosts of regret are ever persistent, but in all their chain rattling
and frightful shrieking, they are still merely apparitions; remnants of
grief and nothing more. The darkness of the mind and all of its irrational
thought will sustain them, but the light of reason shall reveal them for
the sheet-draped nothingness that they truly are.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8393970312548897551" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"> </span><img height="400" src="http://www.juliaassante.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/real-ghost-photo1.jpg" width="306" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393970312548897551.post-6577402748075336622013-08-20T11:58:00.001-07:002013-08-22T13:14:15.430-07:00Of Poor Thomas Paine<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">If there ever was a pitiable man in this world undeserved of his poisoned
reputation, it would have to be poor Thomas Paine. He was abandoned by
his former brothers not for being a raving lunatic, but for being the
most sane among them. His "anti-Christian" views proved too embarrassing
for his once adamantly unified brethren... With the exception of
Jefferson, of course. However difficult this may <span class="text_exposed_show">have
been to endure, he remained firm in his Deist beliefs (Which these days
is closer to Atheism than Theism) and perished with his pride intact.
Thomas Paine is an illuminating example of an intelligent man being
persecuted for surpassing the broken reasoning of his society. It is for
this reason that he remains one of my most constant sources of
inspiration. If you have not read his book "The Age Of Reason" I suggest
that you do. It is a masterful work of logic for a world conditioned to
insanity.</span></span><br />
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of the greatest misconceptions held by Christians is that Atheists lack
morality. This is of course based on their belief that anyone who denies
the existence of God MUST be morally bankrupt due to the fact that they
do not have the "Holy Ghost" to regulate them. It is precisely because
we do not believe in such nonsense that we are in fact better equipped
where morality is concerned. We can make our own decisions based on
common human courtesy rather than follow often contradictory and
prejudice scripture.</span><br />
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