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Dark Reflection

Sunday, 1 August 2004

Jolly Rogger
Keep the lines open and cross a new path. I hate he way people make me feel. Does the good ever out way the bad?

I had a long weekend. The sun rose 1 once, and the moon stayed still. A long night, a long regret, a short memory.

Damn ass pirates, Damn Liberal cocktails. Dam society. the only people who ever tell it how it. I can?t decide whos worse.
Fun, sure
A memory, yea
A good time, no clue
Worth doing again?
I need to under stand the first round.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 11:15 AM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 1 August 2004 11:17 AM CDT
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Thursday, 29 July 2004

D-Date?
Riddles with Solutions, confused by puzzles. The mind works in strange ways, often with out my own favor. The cry for answers and a chat with the sleeping widows. Still unanswered I rest uneasy each night. Much to my own complication I wander. Why do I? Say Bother, say continue, rest, give up or push for a greater hope. Do I Bother?
I know no answers I know only Questions. I grieve what might come to be the end of a first and only last look at the faceless voice. I wonder.
Still I shall sleep and wonder. I wait.

I Hate such sorrow I hate such waste of time. I loath only the things I Know to end. I know not what will not come from a forgotten fate. I know not what will drive me further into this bleak Escape. I know Nothing and yet I Am Mad? As all hell I hate it all. Bring down the wall and make the earth shake. Burn the Village and Plunder the sea.

Stop it all. End this pain.

I give. I give. And I quit
I want it to end. I?m sorry, I feel weak.

I?ll continue to burn.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 2:23 AM CDT
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Tuesday, 27 July 2004

Chicken Embryos
Tick Tock burns the Clock, a pendulum swing and the forgotten Not. Hearts can flutter as sun set; Drip drop brings cold sweat.
Just another face, in a room full of whores. No I don?t mean much. But you seem to be So much better than before. I?ll be the Only one that knows just how you?ve been abused. Dieing bye myself tonight, You?re the best of me. I?m so much better than before. Last time we let him go, he missed two days of School, Lets get him back, Get Him back. You can?t escape what makes you Tragic you know. That?s what brings me to you. I wish I was Infinite and given my way. I?d be so fucking cool. When I?m feeling the rush, I look at you though different eyes. I never know my Thoughts could Televise.
Tick Tock Burns the Clock. I Shall forget Not.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 2:32 AM CDT
Updated: Thursday, 29 July 2004 2:08 AM CDT
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Friday, 23 July 2004

Keep your Stick on the Ice
I am Calm on the inside. I feel Cool to the touch. Relax, don?t do it, where?s your body gone. Went to help my rival. Join my side this time, might I buy you for a drink tonight.
Watching, waiting. But that was so long ago, looking for the answers, asking for a hope of truth. Fly past the ocean rocks. The stones are in me.
This is fun?

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 5:04 PM CDT
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Thursday, 22 July 2004


What will come of the girl they call never? Or the boy who would only forever?

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 9:27 PM CDT
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7 Cats
I never post to my blog unless something reminds me that I have one.
A feminist liberal of all people; That?s going to give me a Head Ache.
We shall c
I an?t got much to bitch about. Doing classes, ive stopped drinking for the most part. Whent to one party over the summer, and that?s it. DaMn EBAY ive blown some 200$ on it in the last month. ?No Morgan we don?t need to eat, and that Bar Sing is at such a good price.? EBay?s the Devil. Now for the Rant.

<*(((><
I feel the pain has been lifted, shaped bye the Man and refitted. I fell from the death that might be my certain, but I can?t breathe under the water of this Burden. So I swim to the top and ride the ocean. A sea of rebirth, a sea of renew, reblooomed, and not consumed
I smile for years, and lay with my wife. We made the World into a bed of sand. At night, at night I forgot why Men fight. I left war under the drill, and ignored men and there so called skill. I died with my wife, on the wonderful beaches, I enjoyed life. My skin washes back into the Ocean to be born again. Born back in this cell, 4 walls of my room still make life a total hell.
I can?t breath.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 9:08 PM CDT
Updated: Friday, 23 July 2004 4:59 PM CDT
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Saturday, 5 June 2004

Hopes for shadowman
I want a white cat named blacky, I keep a bat next to the window and a sowing needle in the car. I want to live in a van down bye the river. Salmon swim north and the dear run backwards. I got a tumor in my brain the size of a cell phone. I keep notes on the back of my hand, and swallow my gum. I keep a lust for Ravers, and get sick in airports.
Problems? Complications? Or a life time of Opportunities? You decide.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 11:54 PM CDT
Updated: Thursday, 22 July 2004 9:22 PM CDT
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Tuesday, 13 April 2004

Ignorance is Bliss
What?s the point of life with out any surprises?
The Smartest are often the Saddest.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 1:30 PM CDT
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Monday, 12 April 2004


Or i was just drunk.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 1:39 AM CDT
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Sunday, 11 April 2004


Hahah, Courtney the one girl ive talked to in a long time. She is so nice, and im drunk. Who knows what will happen when I call her. I try any thing at this point, hey she is a brit and she is a Libra. So what the fuck. Try new things. Awesome. Well we will see.

Posted by poetry/shadowman at 3:04 AM CDT
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