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The Book of My Lifeby StingThe Book of My Life by ZenScout
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
A DOG ON TWO LEGS ?i've made this head shot 10,000 timesA DOG ON TWO LEGS ? by ZenScout
damn i can't let mom lose her home
i could go for a red bull an a smoke
pay off school loans an im outa here
i always gamed better than my buddies
they got excellent ghost data on me
i can go at this all night, bring'em on
just another quest
i can pile'em to the sky, bring'em on
just another quest
i can do this...i have to do this
please its just another CoD
The real story:
When he received the order to fire, he pressed a button with his left hand and marked the roof with a laser. The pilot sitting next to him pressed the trigger on a joystick, causing the drone to launch a Hellfire missile. There were 16 seconds left until impact.
"These moments are like in slow motion," he says today. Images taken with an infrared camera attached to the drone appeared on his monitor, transmitted by satellite, with a two-to-five-second time delay.
With seven seconds left to go, there was no one to be seen on t
Bountiful Hungerblinking eyes contest hungers spiralBountiful Hunger by ZenScout
natures tears parch cracking lips
soundless babies cry blank stares
earths plowing tires from man-made
deep forest of corruptions expand
banish sun retards yearlings yearn
moons tide retreats beyond promise
dark pool commodities bubble wants
leverage rapes amber fields of needs
arbitrary gambles grope our hunger
for their viewing pleasure...
WE TANGOhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG0Q530daGIWE TANGO by ZenScout
I felt I inhaled dry ice when your blue gray eyes flashed me.
We hesitated not a step to investigate the waves of heat.
You wasted not a breath to reach my body....my soul.
I slid through you until I felt you press and snap me back.
For the first time in My Life I'm aware of every part of me.
You caught my stare float thru the past in your mind and stop.
I have you here and you have no choice but to release me.
Swirling away is too much for us both and I let you take me.
Twining steps with heat and scorching all who dare to stare.
Slowly you lift me as I Arch for Angel blessings.
I lose myself to your brawn until I feel your breath brush me alive.
Fingers clasping our spins unstoppable realizing waterfalls won't do.
You turn as if to Go but NO I am moisture dripping down your back.
I feel your knowing while you turn snapping me to your blue gray eyes.
Back to our point of no return...Where Heaven meets Earth myLove.
DrinkI'll never understandDrink by iLonewolf
Why you needed
I was just a young kid
Trying to please you
"Son, pour me some scotch."
As we worked together
In the back yard
I always asked myself
You and mom were
So happy together
Life was so good
Why did you need this, dad?
What were you trying to escape?
What demons haunted you?
Why were we not enough?
"Son, grab me a few beers
For me and my friend."
I run inside
Returning with a smile...
Too young to understand then
Too young to question
The man I looked up to
I only wish I knew
I only wish I could understand
Please tell me why, dad
I Can'tI am not strong enoughI Can't by iLonewolf
To do this alone
I thought I could
But each day
Wears me down
Just a little more
Slipping slowly away...
The smallest things
Set me off
And I'm afraid of
Who I have become
I no longer know
What I'm capable of
Pushing my limits
To find my own destruction
Is not a solution
Because I know
I will succeed
And for that reason
I must find help
I refuse to bring
Those around me down
My problems are not
Theirs to solve
I used to think
I could handle this
That I was strong enough
To do this alone
Reality visited me
One too many times
And made me realize
pleasure is boring when there's death to be doneround and round she clomped like a Scottish superrobotpleasure is boring when there's death to be done by QueenElsaWitch
clean and advanced in concepts but smelling slightly too strong of kitsch
lasers blasting and bugles blazing everywhere
but could really use a couple more smidges of elbow grease
the taste of "dynasty" wanes
replaced with the crisp crystalline spark of purified water
it snaps and booms recalcitrantly under the lightning shield
a five-dimensional sphere retains barnacles of boredom if left unwashed by brine
race to the end of the finish line, halted when stuck dividing by two
piece by piece the wisdom jettisons out into raft-over jetties
occasionally recombined, rarely reuptaken, never retrofit as it stands
and yet we wonder why its fusion reactor is not holding tight
reaction systems are by nature reactionary; forming pulse into parlance
and vacations in marrakesh are quite the non sequitur
or was it that godforsaken Indian town?
nevermind then; stories from across the hallways, our children wouldn't know
and it's nice that instead