| looks like i've been MIA hardcore style!tried the pics.didn't work so well.times been ruff lately.but the family has taken care of me.went camping this weekend w/ the family.breid/lauryn j/kelsi/kayleen/nick/jesse/henry.good times.semi irratated.lots of time to ponder the questions.same old story.hoping and wishing.holding my breath till i turn blue.but everything is building up to that one moment when i fall.times winding down.ain't going to be a blue and white warrior!gotta morph into the green and white warrior!manoa bound.the easy choice i've ever made, but the riskiest.how you gonna act?i ain't even worried bout skool?take it easy boss.drop some "insightful" nonsense later.... |
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guerilla warfare\no columbine action\something totally different…
in guerilla warfare, no lives shall be spared/drop the hit and run, attack after the setting of the sun/set vicious booby traps, waiting for our foes to fall into our laps/in anticipation we lay, like a tiger stalking its prey/hiding amongst the trees bush and vines, set to ignite the deadly claymore mine/ sitting waist deep in swamp mush, ready to spring our deadly ammbush/waiting for the time to strike, shoot um up and slide back down the dike/throw the grenade and hide, five men versus 2000 on the other side/charge um shootin from the hip, sweat and camo paint drippin from my lip/we unleash a storm of lead, in 13 seconds our enemies lay dead/for all I’ve done I ain’t goin to heaven, to many have died by my AK-47/we’re despised by all the dictators, and loathed by the freedom haters/odds always stacked against us, the men I fight alongside I must trust/to watch my back, pick up the slack/in our rag tag army I am the point man, fighting to regain our mother land/like the guerilla we fade into the mist, always ending up on the most wanted list/it is a hard life we live, for our cause our lives we’re prepared to give/our enemies shall feel our wrath, beware cause we’re on the war path/live by the gun, the fight will leave us when our life is done… |
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anger on my wings.freedom in my eyes.blood on my talons.thermals guide me towards the heavens.gravity yanks me towards hell.i pierce the clouds and endulge in the vistas.ignorance towing me on to the list of death.extinction probable.survival vital, yet highly unprobable.habitat of the mind lost for all time.scaning that which lay beneath.nature beckons.i plummet in a downward spiral.from the stream of status quo i snatch my prey.grip of death exterminating creation shredding flesh of impurity.my beak gauges and devours his soul.its the circle.demand fear...command respect...
nicky g, dawn, me , mari, breid |
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I stood in front of the large window and looked out at the airplane. She was on the plane bound for another life; a life that I knew somehow did not involve me. I put my hand on the glass trying desperately to reach out to her. It all felt like that John Denver song. It seemed as if ol’ John wrote that song just for me. With a deliberate lurch, the plane moved away from the gate and towards the runway. I moved closer to the window wishing I was going with her. "Is she looking back at me?" Fog on the window from my breath caused me to move a bit to the left. The plane turned onto the runway and a roar ignited the turbines and the plane picked up speed as it tore down the black asphalt. Lift was achieved and the plane took my angel towards Heaven. I stood and peered into the gray sky till the plane was lost in the clouds. Turning to leave I took out the letter I had written her and as I passed the trash I dropped it in. If only I had told her that I loved her…I wonder if she would have stayed…Tears gathered on the outskirts of my eyes and ran their course... |
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 Hurricane part 1
The sailing had been smooth for the majority of our voyage. The crew was in high spirits and we had the wind in our sail. As we rounded the Cape of Good Hope the weather took a turn for the worst. The sky turned the dreariest of grays accented with foreboding streaks of death. A hurricane lay in our path and closing in quickly. There was no escape. The men knew what we must do. The only way to survive would be to try and push through the storm as quick as possible. The cargo was secured and the hatches battened down. The storm hit us with unrelenting furry. Gail force winds ravaged our sails. Mountain sized waves threw the ship around like a killer whale tossing around a baby seal it has crippled. Suddenly a massive crack was heard and the main mast snapped, falling over the edge into the depths of the sea. We were helpless and at the mercy of fate. By some divine intervention we made it through the storm though the ship bobbed helplessly on a now placid ocean…damn it! |
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