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I Wish I Wished
I wish I wished upon a star,
instead I spent my gaze afar.
where a lonely lighthouse man I spied,
whose loving wife and child had died,
he spends his last hours in a bar,
a bar, a bar.
he spends his last hours in a bar.
I wish I wished I had three noses,
To smell all earthly things that growses.
In a garden I'd spend my days,
Under an eternal midsummer's haze,
I'd only stop to smell the roses.
the roses the roses,
I'd only stop to smell the roses.
I wish I wished I had a throne,
with lands and castles to call my home.
I'd be the only one to judge
that death's the only payment for a grudge,
for peace of mind I call my own.
my own, my own.
for peace of mind I call my own.
I wish I wished I had nine lives,
a soft black coat and feline eyes.
out in the night I'd have no fear,
I'd  celebrate each lunar year,
and join in the alley choirs' cries.
the cries, the cries.
I'd join in the alley choirs' cries.
I wish I wished for pots of gold,
before these bones grew weak and old.
I'd buy a sh
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Literature
Forever and Ever and Never Again
Forever and ever and never again,
A life in comfort I will spend.
For I have spent my days in vain,
Too afraid to face my pain.
Too afraid to dance with glee,
Lest leadened guilt come topple me.
Lest I hobble a sure foot,
Or find a treasure chest of soot,
Or find a lack of words explain.
Forever and ever and never again.
I spent a summer down below.
A tour of all of hell to know.
A king atop a crown I sat.
Upon the Devil's frown I spat.
Where all the days and nights combine,
To make a most delicious wine.
And screams are a delightful sound,
This is where my freedom's found.
Here I'll thrive until the end,
Forever and ever and never again.
Yet that final, universal truth,
Eludes me still, as does my youth.
As does a smile, As does a frown,
As does a hermit elude a town.
And like a hermit I seek to find,
All of reason in all of time.
For morbid Jack, to stay your loom,
I'll trade the comfort of a tomb,
For all my follies I'm forced to pen.
Forever and ever and never again.
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Literature
Drink of the Well
That I drank deeply of the well,
Heedlessly, without aforethought,
And with an indulgence payed for,
By sincere curiosity.
Such horrors found, my mind's eye sees.
Horrors to stretch a soul so taut,
And to fit the insides I wore.
That I drank deeply of the well.
So I drank deeply of the well,
Without a guiding lantern's light.
Quickly had I become entranced,
Promptly dulling my youthful shine,
That wards the dark that holds me blind,
And lures me to that demon's blight.
The foxtrot of that demon's dance.
So I drank deeply of the well.
And I drank deeply of the well.
The well of the internal I.
Sustaining imagination.
A lust, An amphora of fear,
A broken smile hiding a leer;
A shiver of sick, A heart's cry,
Of such painful fascination.
And I drank deeply of the well.
For I drank deeply of the well.
I drank my weight in blood and bones.
Made foolish by morbid fancy,
I dance the devil's do-see-do,
To music of nostalgia's woe.
Never again to hear the moans,
Of this soul's search for clarity
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Literature
Nonsense
I hopped upon a passing cloud,
and declared myself a king out loud.
Then I snatched a woeful bride,
To keep as princess by my side.
I splashed a puddle ten foot wide.
I splashed the water from side to side.
The water splashed on all the skirts,
on all the trousers and all the shirts.
I made a somersault in the air,
whilst my bracelet made a tear,
in the fabric of the sky.
Now all the heavens do is cry.
I fished the moon out of a lake.
I baked the moon into a cake.
I ate the cake made of the moon.
but I ate that cake, all too soon.
I bought a sickle, I bought the farm.
I payed the piper, I did no harm.
Yet all the hair under my hat,
turned silvery-gray just like that!
'Cause
I am every bit of nonsense I can be,
I am every injustice you will see.
For all the crazy in the land,
will find in me a helping hand.
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Literature
Life Without the Sun
I'd ponder'd life without the sun,
With what of worth that I had done.
  Such that, within and without,
  Seeds of pain began to sprout.
Never had I found my shame so sure.
I've lost all that once was sweet and pure.
Those fears I had once forgotten,
Sullied thoughts with time have rotten.
  Now hide in the empty hole,
  of what was a loving soul.
So I mourn a forlorn lover's fall.
A clouded truth darkens days for all.
That sound had rung so true a tone.
Emptiness now bellows alone.
  A call to all that is weak.
  A lone fleet-foot folly freak.
For he who casts his courage away,
Cannot find the joyous light of day.
Thus in shadow my senses dulled.
Passions withered and dreams were culled.
  Tempered was the pain I knew.
  All that's loathsome in me grew.
Away! Away! Curse the world outside!
Lest tainted noses smell a swelling pride!
One last time, emotions are spurned!
The last of the fire that'd burned!
  Fight again 'fore winter sets,
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Literature
Untitled
A new day brings hope,
you'd think.
The walls are so thin yet they remain tall,
Symbiotic, to the fact that what's within these walls project these walls for protection.
No, these walls are made of glass.
Glass bends light,
light means vision,
vision is the essence of imagination,
imagination drives us wild.
A new day.
Still no salvation, but I still hope, hope one day I won't have to.
Hope that one day I can leave this green house.
Hope like shadows fade away to bring a new light.
A new direction. For shadows of the past brings hope for the future.
No past, an empty future.
Life moves on.
New directions, new ways, new hopes and dreams and thoughts.
But life moves not like time.
Time is steady, life is fluctuating.
As we speak, as you read, things are constantly changing.
From now to then to memories.
Memories are the shadows of hope.
Ones of success and failure.
Once again I'm in the green house, alone with my memories, my imagination and my hope.
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Literature
Bulldozer
   There's an egg in a nest
   Nestled up in a tree somewhere
   High up and out of danger
   There's a crack in the egg
   The egg in the tree
   New life is being born
   A new life is created
   Ready to experience the world
   Ready to witness death
   There's a noise below
   What could it be?
   Curiosity arises
   Far below
   Where the noise is loud
   The machine is big
   There's a machine down below
   A machine that brings destruction
   A machine used for construction
   There's a sign where a tree used to be
   The tree with the egg nestled up high
   It says "Don't feed the animals"
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God's Mercenary
During a cold night of rain,
The blood of a million innocents will fall.
The Holy Cross will become your shadow,
Your burden, your guide.
Your weapons of Justice will be blessed,
As well as your body, soul and heart.
The next day, when the skies become clear again,
Your mission will take place.
You will kill the greedy lambs,
The yellow-bellied snakes.
You won't kill the innocents.
Don't harm those who steal to survive.
Eliminate those who steal for themselves,
those who hunger and lust for power.
Kill their soldiers and their patrons,
Spare the innocents and the desperates.
Bring destruction and hazard to the world,
And let it rise again, by its own means.
Do you understand your orders...?

...Yes.
Despite what you say, though,
I know I'm not one of His protege.
I'm his nuclear bomb.
I'm his Spetznaz.
His Spec-Ops.
Or as I like to put it...
I am God's Mercenary.
Working on my own,
But for His cause.
No questions,
No morals.
Only a dumb muscle,
With a .45 and a katana.
Got nothin
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Sleep For Eternity
Don't know what to do.
Here I am, sitting in front of this PC.
The rain falling outside,
Gently tapping my window.
Radio is off, TV is off.
I don't need any music or mindless shows.
It's been 36 hours.
If I close my eyes, they will get me
Can't run away, can't shoot 'em down.
The echoes will drive me crazy.
Don't give me a medicine.
I don't need your labels,
Or your pity.
All I really want to do right now...
I want to take the pill and sleep for eternity...
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Thanks for the fav. ^^

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Thanks for the watch! =3
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JohnFlaherty Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2005  Hobbyist Artist
Hey, man. Ya have ICQ or MSN? If ya do, reply to this message.

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Yea, I got MSN, it's my email address. wx6_clan_ck@hotmail.com
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Ya been silent for so long, man. I thought the worse had happened. ^^;
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