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Dark dreams

I’ve always been soldier, born in blood and death,
Given a sword and shield to fight all that is different,
Raised in rage and hate, that has consumed my soul,
And with this, stained glass; has cover my vision,
And I have taken only, in my eyes; right sided paths on this dark narrow road,
While I step lightly, I’ve only been lucky, for with each second is sinister future,
Of whiskey bottles twirl upside down, so many times the earth would quake,
Drunk from filled grail caskets of misguided youths, and the corrupted values of killers,
Heroes in our minds, defenders of a clandestine code, but angels of death to the rest,
Feared by our own means, which we glorified in songs and verse,
A soldier intended for a short life; blinded by hunger, and savage by thirst.

Nice one! I got one I've been looking at for a while and wish I could be as good as Khalil Gibran.

On Pain

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.



If I could only be so deep as Khalil Gibran.

Happy belated birthdays, i know i missed alot

Since i'm back I might as well go ahead and do what I mostly only do on the forum and post another poem, hope you all enjoy this one.

 it's called Self healing

Rise; elevate beyond all the dirt and dust of fallen dreams,
Keeping hope deep down in the fifth pocket of your jeans,
Relax and sit back while ascending into the heavens; soon you’ll be home,
Never realizing that you paid that fare with a piece of your essence,
So allow the clouds and those God lit skies to embrace your wounded psyche,
Healing unseen abrasions that no physician can treat; offer yourself peace,
Throughout your journey back let it linger in your spirit and roll off your tongue,
So please smile, laugh, enjoy, or weep, you’re in friendly company now,
Take a bow as they applaud and cheer, as you get off the plane and for right now you’re,
Home, home, home, welcome home.

I just got back for oversea tour and should be up and run in a couple weeks, can't wait to play back on lotn, I wonder what all has been changed.Even more I wonder if any of the old players are still there.

Here's a new one

Black fears

Lords of cities and knigdoms use fields to plant seeds,

Seeds, of trees are prearranged chance,

Chances, born by salty winds and violent floods sent away,

Away, where one fails and another discover roots,

Roots, that repeat, repeat that method today,

Today, hold near to life given soil and forget,

Forget, your history as nature gives just enough,

Enough, to climb out; climb out of the dirt,

Dirt that is born in sweat and death,

Death, of history and  the sting of unseen fears,

Fears known only to the past darkness of black,

Black fears,

Fearing blacks.