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August, 2006 The Longest Day (2004)This day is of course the first day of summer The longest day of this new year and possibly the longest day for me in many years i am not sad, but i am not happy Distant and seperated by miles of earth, and by incompatible desires of the heart. But sands and time cannot diminish Nor Quence the embers that burn endlessly within no one has or ever will take your place So now I am here again with my lonley desires hoping to gaze again into your green eyes waiting to behold the natural beauty of your face A list that is as long as the road from here to you over there Holds all of the things that make this day for me Today, the longest day, I have lived. July, 2006 The LeavySome day will wake me from this dream?
How the world has become so obscene, Now that nothing is what it seemed A waking nightmare, our daily scene. A plastic world so scerene,
Ignorant masses hollow and obscene Far to few are genuine or clean Selfish desire drive perverse greed Prodigal industries spoil hidden dreams
Faceless millions die empty, unseen. Out of sight, out of mind , A credo for Thieves. Where is the honor and digninty for men? Anguish and bitter sorrow in all that you see
who else cares for these things but me? Alone I am in my world, with despair Realizing that almost none of you care. A high price will be paid for this I feel In judgement how many will perish How will anything escape our coming fate? Am I the only one who see's the leavy about to break? May, 2006 New World Ordertaking steps forward, like paying your way
this road owned by no one, to whom do we obey?
the path stretches onward, beyond the praire's green
destiny owe's nothing, but pays a wage of dreams
the west was won deadly, flesh and blood daily one at a time
Fast break, running to survive
fast break, feedom is to hide
back seat, slaves keep it alive
broken cirlcles leave only false continuity in its place
the endless sea of nameless and faceless
fill in an empty void, one world order
with no lines or nations with borders, so begins the reign
New World Order Omega HourIn the skeptic tank
you'll find no excess
Road map to heaven
trap door into hell
sweet winds blow sour
candle lights the final hours
reeper sows a harvest of sorrow
omega has come
it was written
soon it will be done
Omega hour has begun
Stars falling from the sky
10 billion souls will die
evil casts its's cryptic glow
the age of Eden must go
Bitterness grows from the vines
the Dead stand waiting, next in line
creep of death, no more time, Judgment day, end of the line May, 2006 ShAdEs oF DarKnesShades of Darkness Closes in from All SidEs
NowheRe Itseems To Run
NoPlAce CaN YoU HidE
FacE You Will The DaRkeSt And DeEpeSt FeArs
ThE RaGe oF DesTinY MaDdNess and Tears
ThE WoRld aRouNd yOu Looks The OtHer Way
AlOne You'LL FaCe ThE EnD of LiFe ToDaY.
DarKnEss CoNQuRes ClOses In
ThIS May Be The End!
Take My ChaNces oN a FrieNd
ThIS FinAl StRuGgle noW BegIns.
Evil PoWeRs and PreCiOuS LighT
My BaTtlE RaGes ThroUgh tHe NigHt.
ThE StEnTcH of DeaTH CloseS In
It'S EvIL PoWeR DriVeS thE WinD
My FinAl HouR it Now BeGins
ThE WorLd I OncE New has GoNE AwAy
AlOnE I StaNd , Oh, GoD I PrEy
DarKnEss CoNQuRes LoSinG SigHt
HoPe HAs PasT InTo tHe NighT
AnGel Of MeRcY CaNNot bE fOunD
EvIl SwElLing anD GaiNinG GroUnd
ShAdeS oF DarKneSS SteaL the LigHt
March, 2006 They Won't Forget You wonder what, I wonder where It is up to you, or is it all down somehow there's always just a who and the Why someone's just a reason, your victim to drown When it's over, I say just good bye don't ask me questions, I can't tell why but welcome home, yea, life is swell Such a lovely place, Aint War Hell? Forget what mommy and daddy Seen That game of winners, and always for keeps Welcome to a kinder gentler American Dream Bed Time Stories of Your Anti-Christ Wonder Where, but don't wonder why It's not you, me , them, or That Guy. Yesterdays Who's Become Tomorrows Where from, Blinded truth of the Cross we Bear. So when if's done just say good bye Don't ask the question, No one Knows Why Just Welcome Home, Just another Day in Hell. I can't forget what they Said This Worlds Mine for the Taking. A kinder Gentler American Dream Compassionate Lust of our Anti-Bush So Stick Around Lets Wait and See. Could be yours, Could be me. A date with Destiney Coming to See Just another Osama Waiting for me. They Won't forget what we've said. This World is ours to Keep A bloody Stump Their American Dream Hate is America, The Great Anti-Christ So Get some, Get some get it Get some, The worlds ours on Credit Get some, get some get it Come and Get some, Get some Baby.... Online WritingI have posted some things to a site called poetry.com. Anyone interested in reading some of my stuff can follow the links bellow, and if you have an opinon then tell me what you think.
February, 2006 The Dream that Once was: America RIP (1776-2006)That there has ever been a place among men that was built to cherish, honor, and defend those Ideals and values which, having it's foundation built soley upon and given to all of mankind from our Might God, the Master of rightousness, truth, and intellect, is a pinnacle in the History of Civilization. It has been but a short 230 years since those words were first penned:
"We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal; That they are endowed by their Creator with inherent and inalienable rights; That among these, are Life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness; that to secure thses rights, governments are institued among men, deriving thier just powers from the consent of the Governed; that whenever any form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institue new government, laying it's foundation on such principles, and organizing it's powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their saftey and happiness."
Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson 1776
As though time never existed, as though not a single generation has come from then to now, as surley as god has created everything and us all, these words and their meaning proclaim a resounding and unmistakable portrait of truth and liberty. Not just for the people of the United States, but for all peoples of this Earth, having been blessed by the Creator to have life. I marvel at its beauty, as my presence of mind explorers the unlimited potential for endless opportunity, and I realize that I have been captured by the spirit of the American Ideals and the principle rational of this concept for liberty.
This form of enlightment, and this new idea, This 'American Experiment' as some have refered to it, has been unique among the accomplishments of man. To this day I would assert that there has not yet been a single discovery, innovation, or advancement of technology that while standing out amongst it's peers to be measured for it's own strength and influence will there be found among us anything which can stand beside this one feat as an equal. I think that almost every Generation to lhave lived since then to know, whether within the confines of this Union, or in the world with which it has existed has and does share with me in this picture of American optimisim and spirit.
It is with great sadness that I must turn now to the reality of this day, during this time of trial and test of will, that our dream of liberty and justice for all has broken, despite of all of those who have struggled before to now to preserve the light of liberty. Our America is gone, our dream is over, our liberty has from us been won. It has been taken from us by those who we have trusted to be its costoadian, and its gaurdian. All that remains is the siloute of that which once was our lady liberty, our greatest companion and mother of freedom.
The tragic end to the American Experience, the experiment in liberty, tolerence, and equality has been ambushed. While waiving a banner of patriotism, during a time of uncertainty and crisis, our trusted leaders have murdered our peaceful sovergn mother of independence, and replaced it with a disgusting abomination and mockery of our ideals that is called 'The USA Patriot Act II'. Despite of the all of our efforts to voice our disapproval to this small step toward tyranny, our leaders soon we are told will be taking away, in a giant leap from all of us and mankind, our liberty and ultimatley our hopes for the future.
Rest in Peace America.
Jason Jones January, 2006 Freedom DefinedBlurred and bent, The Rays of Hope There is lost a place and time What this control is, What you see Assasians and theives, The leaders we trust There is a price to be paid December, 2005 Hand of Death
Hand of Death keeps knocking While the clock of life is still tocking
Hold a breath to bring him closer Slice your wrist, now life is over
A pounding drum beat not in your head His music stops, you'll soon be dead!
Your turn will come, its getting closer Hand of Death leaves no one left over.
Blood of crimson, heart of flesh Your life is in chaos, all a mess.
Your lonely there's no one, you feel dead inside And on your face you can not hide
Your fleeting wish is to lye with deatth Finishied with life, you take your final breath
Your will to die fueled by the pain No one will stop you, you've gone insane.
To many frozen nights waisting your time The creeping hand of death is stealing your mind
A broken wretch of heavy hearted pain Will you ever realize your pity is to blame
Away from sorrow, you choose to take it back (life) Choose not and you'll slide farther downo the cracks
Your pain now is nothing compaired to the this The Hand of Death and his Suicide Abyss.
Life will end in its own time for you and all who live We are not to take a life that only God can give
You will heal in time, but seek truth to finding the way Suicide is a lie that destroys hope, and takes you away
Hope is never to late, even when it seems to go back Hand of Death drowns all light, steals your soul, and fills it black. December, 2005 Assorted Past WritingsI wrote this in May '04
Show No Weakness
Show no weakness,
My pain I cannot show,
Words are a mighty sword,
Poised for the fatal blow.
Show no weakness,
One slip of the mask,
And a price I will pay.
Show no weakness,
For the price is steep,
My true self? Unto myself I will keep.
Show no weakness,
Can’t let anyone see,
Because they’ll take what they see,
And will use it against me.
Show no weakness,
Must not let anyone in.
It’s a constant fight.
Show no weakness,
I’ll never let you know
If the things you do affects me,
I promise I’ll never let it show.
And Another from the same period of Time.....
Hundreds of Miles Away
Hundreds of miles away,
I wonder… Are you laughing?
Or smiling? Or frowning and crying?
How are you doing?
Do you ever think about me?
Hundreds of miles away,
I miss you
I am lonely
But yet, not quite.
I still feel you.
For even though you’re very far away,
It feels just as if beside my side you stay.
And one more from the same as above......
Love Is What is Love?
Love is more than a physical attraction.
Love is more than stimulating conversation.
What is Love?
Love isn’t just caring.
Love isn’t just trying.
Love sure isn’t easy.
Contrary to what movies or media might say.
Love isn’t selective, destined for only one recipient.
What is Love?
Love is universal.
Love is unconditional.
Either you love and respect all living things,
Or I say you don’t love.
Have you ever said “I Love You?”
Do you really know what it means?
What is Love to you?
December, 2005 Looking glass of Time:The BeholderThe mystery and genious strikes the mind of a man, igniting a firestorm of runnaway impulses that race along invisible spider webb like trails not defined enough to be called a path or road but nearly as certain. It is that certainty that we flollow, as it guides us through the alien and unkown. Giving the will now to be lead without imposing , and you navigate exactly the contours that rise to greet the travelor. The ballet of spirals in unison seem effortless from a distance. Clearly there is no struggle or questions of doubt. They have become as one.
Whose in Control?10/17/05
Pearcing insided straight to your mind
time after time, night after night.
Still smoking , Bullet hole, Gushing out life.
The mercy of humanity has taken it's tole.
But what wil be trageic if no one is fortunate?
I slide down to Satan in a pennyless bowl.
No peace sign will change
The world rearranged
In lifes hidden Rage
These spirits pay the toll,
So whose in control?
Killing Time again in a lifesize fishbowl
Smashing the heads of those yet to come
Your killing Fileds go on and on
And of who and of what only God can know,
just a flush down the drain,
Of lifes Toilet Hole.
No Streets Signs No Change
Families, Lives, rearrainged
Lifes' Book Missing Page
Black empty Souls,
And whose in control?
August, 2005 American AnitchristYou wonder what, I wonder where It is up to you, or is it all down somehow there's always just a who and the Why someone's just a reason, your victim to drown When it's over, I say just good bye don't ask me questions, I can't tell why but welcome home, yea, life is swell Such a lovely place, Aint War Hell? Forget what mommy and daddy Seen That game of winners, and always for keeps Welcome to a kinder gentler American Dream Bed Time Stories of Your Anti-Christ Wonder Where, but don't wonder why It's not you, me , them, or That Guy. Yesterdays Who's Become Tomorrows Where from, Blinded truth of the Cross we Bear. So when if's done just say good bye Don't ask the question, No one Knows Why Just Welcome Home, Just another Day in Hell. I can't forget what they Said This Worlds Mine for the Taking. A kinder Gentler American Dream Compassionate Lust of our Anti-Bush So Stick Around Lets Wait and See. Could be yours, Could be me. A date with Destiney Coming to See Just another Osama Waiting for me. They Won't forget what we've said. This World is ours to Keep A bloody Stump Their American Dream Hate is America, The Great Anti-Christ So Get some, Get some get it Get some, The worlds ours on Credit Get some, get some get it Come and Get some, Get some Baby.... July, 2005 Old and GreyNo Date for this one, but written sometime in the last 6 months.....
I am tired of meeting these people, I am tired of all of them and all of their shit. I will find a way. June, 2005 Etc, Etc, EtcDid you know that when someone tells you something that is relavant, something that you are interested in:
Write it, Read it, Say it, Hear it, Own it!
I found that on a bulliten board on the job a couple of months ago, and I thought it would be cool to share. Time Slips away, then you Die Making this mine, something Real Working for something, no Big Deal. Taking no prisonners, & Playing for Keeps Searching for answers, Truth can be Deep The Ebb and Flow, Life going First Death comes at last Racing through time, Forging a Path Mysterious world of a Dying Creation.
I will not question I cannot fight No Need for Answers, then one day it happens. And you will know, You will Know
Some try to hide, some shaken by fear The hour creeps closer, life's end is near Like pendulums stoking the fire of Day Life is a passage to Deaths Doorway.
I Feel no need for Questions I have nothing to ask We leave behind nothing Because we have all that we Had A Mystery New -- Birth is Reborn Counting the Pulse of Creation A beautiful Life.
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