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KING HENRY V:

This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall...
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To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is...
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Love is the Reason




Love is love
What do we know?



It makes us want to Scream
it makes us want to die
Love is the reason I cry



Love is the reason i want to live
Love is the reason i could not die



Love is the reason i must be Strong when i feel weak
Love is the reason i do not give...
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by April

Fallen angel with broken wings.
Of pain and sorrow she often sings.
The grace of love no longer heard.
The siren's burdened lonely word.
She sings her songs of broken dreams.
A shattered spirit that's left unseen.
Her halo's tarnished and all is gone.
When the heart that's broken feels her song.
Praying for forgiveness wishing for a soul.
A last chance for...
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Sunrise

soon the sun shall rise
in this hollow sky
and finish this long
blank-eyed night
crushing a cricketish
ocean of shed leaves
and cicada shells
a distant watchman
swept by the chilling frost
whispers
"half of creation
is destruction"
shivers briskly
breathing and eating
cotton puffs
in the searing chill
crisps through unlit hulks
rusting on their manufactured feet

a freezing gust rushes
through...
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Wow i opened my account and saw all these comments wishing me happy birthday. Well Thanks, it means a lot to me. I'm not use to seeing so many comments in my profile. Did i say thanks already OH yeah i did lol

Saviour

When the candles gutter
and the bedsheets entangle me
in the convolutions of an
indistinctly menacing emptiness,
and i wander like a lost child
through gaping chasms of
the unfamiliar terrain of loneliness--
When the light flickers
like a moth against the face
of this black world
and my soul is flailed
in the silent faces
of loves lost in time,
and I feel...
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I have noticed only one person reading my journal and shes away. So please take the time to read mine and tell me what you think.

Patrick(Blacksheep)Rice

Everything is an End

Come moonbathe with me, my pale memory--
touch skin to frigid stone.
Hush-- let the raindrops intone the lullaby.
Sink back down, far from harm;
subside and gaze into the cavernous sky
caught-- in my automatic arms.

When you watched the bloody sky
you avoided the look in my eyes.
The moon was not for you:
deep in the summer's decay,...
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Beneath a Stone

Subtly sensual blacks and grays swirl
serpent-like behind my eyelids where
I hide hours beneath a stone-
mysteries of darkness.
When the sun sets my eyes snap open;
these moments I live
inside you. Images of energy
surround you, where my flesh walks
I curl around the tangled folds
of indistinctly drifting thoughts,
caught in the merciless currents of
incessantly surging obsession...
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Epitaph

Under the sweetest flower,
in the garden of bones,
in deep, here I sleep.

On my ground, tears shower,
sorrow, bathing my tombstones,
for me, do not weep.

Fate of my dreams

In my mind, in darkest corner, there's graveyard,
filled with desires, a dark land, raped, scarred...

In my thoughts, hidden, necropolis of dreams,
filled with dead hopes, echoing, ghostly screams...

In my death, I take it all, cemetary of my soul,
filled with darkness, in burial ground, whole...