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My dark side. Warning, It sucks for all. If you like happy thoughts stay away.

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posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 02:40 PM
Breaking point.

Lost in the blind eyes that see me not. I am a mess. I feel the despair of the world in my blood. I feel the end of all the love. I feel the hatred they spew in my mouth. The taste of the foul and rotten in between my teeth. I am a shattered wreck. I am death. I am all that was before me that ruined the world. I am the wretch, the kingdom of ruin. I am the king of dead men. The prince of despair.

The air fills with the stench of a thousand corpses. The ground is made into mud and sludge under my iron boot, stomping upon the pools of stagnant blood. I trample the broken bones of the fallen and rush into their empty houses howling like a mad man. I seek the living witness to my horror. I wish to look deep into his eyes and empty my soul into his like a cannon.

The laughter I hear hissing in the wind is as fuel to my madness. The smile I see haunting me in every dim light and flicker of the burning world is my only companion. I laugh aloud and hear my echo upon the empty halls and open walkways of every place where men once walked. I take into my hands the skull of a long dead man and crush it in my rage. I kneel down to smash its shattered fragments deeper into the ground and into my knuckles.

Exhausted and out of breath I collapse and drown in a pool of my own filth and blood.

edit on 25-9-2012 by BIHOTZ because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 02:45 PM
reply to post by BIHOTZ

Been to Iraq, have you? When did you get back?

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 02:48 PM
post removed for serious violation of ATS Terms & Conditions

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 02:48 PM
reply to post by AfterInfinity

not there yet, but it is in my future. This really has nothing to do with that though, that's months away.

land lord day, and a cold.

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 02:50 PM
reply to post by BIHOTZ

How about a quote from Homer (simpson

Have a beer... "its the cause of, and cure to... all lifes problems"

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 04:03 PM
The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

There is hope and love in this world..peace,sugarcookie1

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 04:14 PM
But you like music, right?

posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 08:00 PM
Are you a writer? If not, you really should be. That was a pretty impressive piece.

posted on Sep, 26 2012 @ 01:13 AM
Out of the ashes of blood and bone, the birth of a phoenix it's name: cynic. There is not a battle fought ever won, nor a battle fought ever lost, the name of all struggle is: futile.

The swimming of the world is exposed; as you sit on the bank watching in disbelief as everyone continues trying to swim up stream: dispassion.

Bodhisattva's run up and down the river bank arms outstretched; one eye on the bank one eye in the stream: The middle way.

Walking past the monks, back into the river; you fold your arms to your chest and float like a pharaoh down stream, in ease: contentment.

The rapids begin and you hear the waterfall approaching; attached to ease the battle starts anew: fetter.

Not attached to ease...the contentment transmutes into acceptance; now at one with the river: Buddhahood.

posted on Oct, 16 2012 @ 04:58 AM
I rise from the mire of my existence, I rise like a corpse, dead inside.

I am covered in the filth of the ages. I am covered in the rotten flesh of man. I am his progenitor, I am his dawn. I was once the bright sun shining. I am now his red moon on high.

I summon the bad omens. The words of hatred and bitter curse I do utter where ever he passes. I am the wrecking ball of his tall towers. I am his sickness and his disease. I am his nemesis.

In the dark I play with my shadows. In the dark, I kill the light of humanity in shame and ridicule.

I mock the saviors in their sacrifice. I devour their holy men, and cast them into the hate of my black heart.

Madness is my blessing. Loathing is my reward. I will the destruction of their world and the torment of their souls.

I hate them. I am set and waiting for their oblivion. I will this worlds destruction, and wish to cast myself upon its consuming flames. I seek its death. I hunt for its rebirth through the chaos. I hunt for its new order I will not partake of.

I am turned against it. I who would have given all for it, now wish to take it all away. Undeserving and vile. Unworthy and a lie. All that is within it is the same as dogs fighting in excrement over scraps. It is disgusting, it is unclean, it is evil.

I would see savages eagerly drink its blood from the freshly scraped skulls of its noblemen.
I would see its elegant and exalted piled up on their broken corpses, until they blacken out the sun.
I would see their kings and leaders, covered in the urine and excrement of the entire world and then burned as fuel for the lamps of the most depraved and devilish whores.

I would see you die, and let myself die for our greater death. That nothing of this horrid world remain. I curse the very earth the wretched feet of man march upon and make their procession on. They are like drunken fools cheering at the day of the celebration of their worlds death.

I curse you and dream of the seals of your destruction to be broken. I welcome the onslaught of your devils, which you have secretly tucked away within you all. I welcome them to rid this world of the un-fathomable mess you have made of it.

May they consume you by your pompous and whole hearted guilt. May you never know peace and may your wanton destruction be complete.

I spit at the mention of your name. I dance on your grave.

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posted on Oct, 16 2012 @ 12:19 PM
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You coward!

How dare you cry for a companion to your death!

Die in your hate, die in your despair, but leave the world be. You that have given up, you that have cursed those who would live, what are you but a coward?

If your death you would welcome then let it flow into your black heart and end you once and for all. Leave the rest of us alone in our peace. Wallow in your death as we celebrate our lives!

I am the sun rising, I am the hum of the universe unfolding. I am the light in everyman's heart. I have been reborn every time you have destroyed me. I have been brought to light at every corner of your darkness. While you play with your shadows in the deepest of dark, I soar like an eagle through the pink skies of a new dawn.

I am the phoenix, I am the ever beating heart. In your madness and obsession with oblivion, I have always returned from the ashes you have stomped into the ground.

I am immortal in my rebirth, and you will always make great suffering in your temporary death.

I am the cycle eternal, you are the broken wheel of your watchful clock. The hour glass broken is your legacy, time for ever at a pause. I am the endless progression of life's moments. I am the never ending sky.

You would have us all beg for our survival, while you strike it away. I would not beg, and humbly forgive you. You would hate me for it. I would smile and laugh, and in your mad laughter of pain and sorrow, at that moment I would let you be undone. I from your tangled thread of life would weave a new form. I would redeem you. I would not forget you. I would die for you, and let your new light shine.

I am the eternal sun rising. I am the infants first whimpers at birth. I am the first kiss of intoxicated lovers. The warm breeze on tired flesh. I am the cool stream for sullen bodies to play in and refresh their souls.

I will not die though you wish it. I will not live as you would have me live. I am the ever broken fetters of free men. I am the wild spirit of purity and love. I am the rock of faith. I am the dream of hope. I am the heart of innocence.

You have not yet won. I will not yet go into the night to grow dark. I will do so only to bring it my light. I will traverse your hell and your hatred. I will cross the rough of your mind, and find your jaded heart and lift it high into the smooth and carefree winds.

I will carry it on eagles wings to the altar of the one. I will anoint you in oil. I will bless you in holy flame.

I will not abandon you. I will not give up on you. I forgive you.

In your heart, I defiantly place my love, like a sword in its sheath. Our war is forever. You never surrender for your hatred, I never relenting for my love.

We are as one. You are not alone oh mad one. In your insanity you see my truth. I am here to serve you, not as a slave, but as a brother.

I am your redeemer. I am you mediator. I am your heart.

I love!

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