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The Martyr and The Great Blue Sky
 He stood out amongst the crowd...His skin bared the marks of torture and abuse...yet his eyes were void of apathy. His voice raised itself like a blade on the battlefield, or a gun to the draw.

"Make your threats worth my while," he said, "lest you stick to the cowardly sniper on your tongues of burdensome intolerance!" What reason he had! And purpose beat through his heart and out through his voice! "As we are merely the left hand of God, and we shall fear evil of no breed!" He feared not a physical death as his integrity armored his very soul, just as his faith guided his once mislead hand now wielding the very word of God. By no means wa
The Mask Of Arrogance
Making your silly world up as you go along
Keep on in this trek on the chosen path,
And increase my hopes of your self-defeat.
Let the pressure of my truth
crush you beneath its weight.
The Devil's indignation is strong
in the midst of one such as your name.
Please and never believe yourself
a contribution to the future's good
When yours is an age old sort of pestilence
To which my efforts contribute to killing
I envision what truth lies rotted behind your pitiful mask
That image is ever burned in my mind,
like the bridges between us.
What method of humility do you prefer,
Of such a decimation to the mind of a fool.
So desola
Drawing Blank Pages in the Script
Patience drowns in the blank spots
Where the answers should lie.

The humid tide breaks over his brow,
His eyes shut and lock.

The crows feet perch just outside,
On the rim of the now overflowing wells.

The violent tremble echoes in his heart,
Seizing the moment of thoughtful entanglement.

Never a single thought at one time
to hold the spotlight in mind.

War waged, the clarity comes and goes,
In a tortured mind of without peace.

The echoes grow louder with resistant acts,
And the violent tremble becomes the explosive outburst.

The shame is born into a temporary
Yet prolonged existence, until its end.

The cycle comes back full circl
5. The End is No End
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
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Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
~
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
~
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
~
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon
By Hatred My Ode
The largest thorn of the thicket comes constant to my side...
My attempts to remove have only placed in through my hand.
My prayers are weakened as I am bound by pain.
By hatred my ode to you, is but a psalm to them all...
All whom can relate...all whom can hate.

Find me, my grace! Lest you hide from my dark passenger,
The horned monkey on my back...
Be it that my words climb and crawl from dark crevices
They come only to be held at bay.
My words howl for action.

Yet my threats are empty until I fulfill them.
It is the although and now that make them into promises.
Come close so I may place one of your thorns in your brittle vein
To the Borders of Cynicism
Mindful of the outcomes,
Truth be told, I've been so bold
As to say the things I've never meant...

A thought process that takes a constant inside look
to the outlines of the underlying facts,
That all else seems to avoid.

Better left alone the curiosities that I so pursue,
bending balance against what
little will it's been given.

These borders provide such a limitless amount
of what I am not to ever know,
like severing the tight rope that holds all of this together.

As if arrogance is what drives me away from naivety,
pride away from ignorance and
deeply into a much darker realm of fear.

The point of know return, deep in a cold h
Deep in the Heart of Me
The only time I'll ever lie is when I say I've lied before.
The only time I'll ever cheat is when it's at our own little games.
The only time I'll ever hate something to do with you is at the times that I can't see or be with you.

Even in death, I'd never leave your side,
just like in life where we've been inseparable.
No words nor acts will hold off our hearts, never on my watch.

The only time I'll ever leave is when you tell me go away,
The only time I'll ever cry is when our connection shares the tears,
The only time I'll ever walk away is when it's to bring you back a bigger heart of mine.

This horizon you've brought to my eyes is unli
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My heart here is held in hand,
Awaiting such a light as yours.

My will is weak,
yet my faith is strong

I can feel your eyes
And my heart beats once again.

Here I am, I'm waiting for you,
My soul awaits life.

My heart, here held in hand,
Knows not where to go.

Guidance is the stone floor of my faith,
On which I drag my naive feet.

A child regardless of age,
Stumbling on untied shoelaces.

Going through the motions
became a nervous habit.

Here I am, heart held in hand,
Find me, and bring me away from all of this.
Text Anxiety
Damnation is near to me it seems...
the heat of Hell, grows in a sweat on my brow.

I close my eyes, only to hear my chains
sing the song of my enslavement.

The motions that through I go,
Know me by the long face, And baggy eyes.

The walk to my Father, through a cold and endless storm,
rusting over the iron of my chains.

I fill the cup that in hand I carry, with the constant down pour,
quenching what thirst I can, only to carry on.

Only in the dark of the storm do I weep so that the tears will blend with the rain,
and the sniffing is blended by my shuffling feet.

The walk home in the rain, The dragging of my feet,
enslaved by their own m
2. Battery Low
Where else is there to turn,
When your own blood and flesh
are against you?

In the time when one must learn
to grow from being just another
pawn to just another cog.

In an existence of corrupted control,
where each monkey is too
often a slave to another.

Grown and flowing with
a virus of such hate,
the heated emotion has spread
over like the flames within itself.

The waves have come and gone
in this hellish marathon,
over turning almost every effort of advance.

So where else to turn
other than to the bones
that carry the burden of this virus?

How pitiful that the wingless apes
turn on one another rather
than relying on each other.

The
The Journey of a Thousand Miles
"Lead us on to insomnia's end, Where solitude awaits our weary hearts.
The sustenance required to our souls lies

there in the arms of patience.

Assist us in our wake as prayer affects not our tired limbs upon this journey. These two of your flock die not, as time heals, yet the end of this is welcome.  We beg of thee, calling out to the silence into

to which our faith is placed.

The path is dark with black fog of this nocturnal threat. Bring to us, light. As it is now that our dreams are what wither with time, even as they heal. Our exhaustion is only diverted for a short time

by the bond between us.

Pray we that our cries are heard, ec
Gaia's Reconstruction
I close my eyes only to see such nightmare in mind...
The world aflame and by my ears the crackling embers
reincarnated back into the dust of my world.
Recycled through the air now filled with
The exhausted gasp of Death himself.

Hope dies cradled in his weary arms,
and even he weeps from empty eye sockets.
Yet upon the burial was a seed planted,
and before the overflowing wells of his empty eyes,
grew life within the barren womb of Gaia.

Down from the Throne did He come,
barring a comforting hold over Death,
and the waters of life to nurse to health,
His world in the making to come.
Reborn and re united was to be our realm.

Fr
Dreams on a Battlefield
Oh sweet sleep, take me away...
Away to the restless worlds
Of my subconscious wonderland.
Unhand me, reality...
let go and set me free.

From soul to psyche,
the visitation of my thoughts
To my warped imagination.
Where both angel and daemon,
Do visit me in my nightly coma

My memory fades from my grasp
with the cold sweat and opening of my eyes,
but I do know better as to the cause by effect.
my visitors wage war
within those restless lands.

As they are and have always been,
By dream or nightmare regardless am I
without doubt in the slightest,
intrigued by such evidence
and presence of the transcendent ones.

I know not the faces but
Recreating Eden
And what if for you I built a garden?
In there where we would know a private freedom,
The priceless peace without end,
And a patch of Heaven to cover the bruises of time.

There you would find all your dreams of us,
And then more to add as we go along,
Skimming carelessly over the grass…
Free without shame, hand in hand in love.

And what if I grew for you the flowers of all your favorite colors?
Blossomed and alive, their scent filling the air…
I would create a beating heart in its center,
A pond of warm stone, and a fountain to give it life.

I would lay with you in a hammock beneath the shade,
holding close the love that is my ow
Older Than Babylon
I sat there, at the edge of the peak of the growing mountain,
seeking the patience I had always lacked.

My dreams were older than Babylon,
Yet in the time that is now, I age.

I had walked the dashed line unaware of where it may lead.
Even it knew not the future with each added dash.

The naivety I know, cannot be undone, for where lies the knowledge I unknowingly seek out?
The tangent of my life's journey, irrelevant to the road once laid before my soul.

It is in the sleepless nights that my dreams find me most maliciously...
interrogating me as to my lack of persistence and pursuit.

And in my screams of the loss of sanity,
shot out the
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The Subconscious Strive

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Challenge this opposition before you,
as the very Kingdom of Heaven is at your back.
What know you of the sight of victory,
should you not even attempt to seek it out?

Pull your head out and swallow the sand.
kick up the dust beneath the liquid layer,
swim against the tide, ascend and ride the wind,
Journey only forward, beyond the grasp of defeat.

Take us beyond the firefight,
to the brittle outskirts,
upon the horizon,
where lies our origin.

Within memory is our future,
where made easy
is the heavier weight of the burden.
Plant the seeds for the new battlefield.

Make it our own, by conquer, by incline.
Push forward through the storm,
the floods that make the seed grow,
as there is no progression without conflict.

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The Subconscious Striveby ~GrubbsWriting

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"Accept the challenges, so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory." General George S. Patton
©2013 ~GrubbsWriting
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Mood: Adoration ~kamalaksh Feb 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I love the imagery, it greatly supports your inspiring message.
I find the interrogation at the end of the first stanza a bit strange when I read this out-loud.
The very last line of the poem is very real, like a slammed palm breaking a citadel of paper, why do matter-a-fact?
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~DarthSithari Jan 30, 2013
Retreat and surrender are not options!
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