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Dazzled eyes sparking with tears of joy. Heads bowing to higher powers,
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A dog is ever faithful
Just like I, the fearsome wolf
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Ah, LaMorea, my ancient one,
Perhaps thy old mind does pause.
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THE LYCANS WIN, WE SHALL NOT FAIL!
THUS IS WRITTEN, OUR UNHOLY GRAIL!
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Shadows down the wall
Bracing for the fall
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I'm on a political roll this week.
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The dread of the telegram arriving at the front door, or of two Army, Navy,
Air Force or Marine officers walking up the front yard with s
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Match struck the core of conversation
sulphur smog tasted the air
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As He Withstands Through A Night This Long-Lasting Fight Up Tight
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Blade on blade we clash, sparks dancing along shining steel Our breaths come in ragged gasps, our blood roaring through our veins
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The fluctuating levels of the mind change as the creatures of the fantasy world all queue up inside the "post office"(M.McLuhan). Shamanism
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Rife all over the world is conflict, War after war, battle after battle,
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I let one of my fellow Canadians borrow my poem "Highway Of Heroes," to put into a tribute for our Canadian soldiers. I appreciate the job that he did.
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The first layers of snowfall cover the shallow graves. The graves of the strong the proud and the ones who were brave. It freezes the secrets of the notorious inside dreary caves.
by allawy
6 lines, 9 comments,
on Sep 23 7:53 PM. In MURDER, Sad, Dark, Pain, Death, Anger, Emo, Hate, Suicide, War, Karma
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The Doctor stood over the console,
with an uneasy shudder,
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Time passes on and still unseen
The darkness lurks inside
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It’s filled with their tears,
It’s filled with the embodiment of their greatest fears,
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Eating dates and figs
off the calendars and from the trees
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Devoured by Medusa dark evils.... curse!
First loss and casualty..poetess ears2hearyou.
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Boarding plane he blows a kissto the lady of his dreamsHis heart has slowly gone amissand has unraveled at the seams
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For death’s cold shadow could not touch his soul.
For wrought by love, his heart would bear the toll.
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Three times: flick...flick...flick... A fourth time,
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The true story of Ireland and my Grandfather's role in it as a young child.
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Rosary for Matthew the son of Apuan
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You wait on mail - and smile at pictures
but in this war, you are the fixtures
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Thousands poured over the trench that day Walking to their deaths
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