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As I run silently along rooftops, Bare feet carrying me swiftly through the Washingtonian night, I cannot recognize the sound ‘Marco’, for then it is as meaningless to me as all other Man-sounds; On Nights like these I am reborn, and I have been saved! There is nothing to lose and everything to gain, for what is living when I am owned by possessions? by reputation? I am Dangerous; everyone is when they begin to realize what they are capable of, and what this world really is; a fold, filled with sweet sheep and rabbits who are slowly being slaughtered. (all I do is speed them along, it’s a mercy really.) Upon my fur falls that Olympic nectar rain O, the Rain! To mask my scent and make it a Perfect hunt! I am wild, I am free, and I am in the fold; Some dip shit shepherd Has let down his guard, and for this he will pay in flesh. The night is alive with sounds, fast sounds, Wind through Douglas Firs, the hiss of a bus. Sliding down shadowed ladders and through locked doors I am taken, and all around me I see Prey. They have never seen a predatory creature before, and they do not shy away at my approach. I give a Wolfish grin and shake their hands as they let me in, and in my shining eyes is glee and Murder. You’d better run, rabbit run cause here I come to knock down the door and set you
Free
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Let’s make History,
You and I.
Right here, right now,
Tonight
In this air, these stars,
This Night is ours!
Release these Wolves
and sound the alarms
This Night
is ours.
Take off that Mask to reveal
that beneath it all
Right now is Real.
Fire the guns and
Sunder the Seas!
Be everything you can be
Explode into a Supernova
of Ecstasy,
Colours and Sounds.
Breathe in Eternity
This Night is ours!
No turning back
A headstrong Attack
Challenging Everything you know
After all,
What have I got to show?
Turn to Face
Oblivion,
that’s all it takes.
One last Chance,
the dramatic climax,
The deep breathe before the plunge
This is it boys,
One last Lunge.
The institutions of law
Will fall at our feet!
And grovel in submissive defeat
Let’s make history,
you and I
This Night
So we may never die.
This is one for the Books!
They’ll write it down,
And all that it took
was to Burn this Town!
A night to remember
One last time,
So gather your courage
and all you have left,
And pack every fist full
of your last dying breathe
Because Tonight
We own the World
and tonight we will change it
and Life
is the edge of a knife
which the Universe rests on;
and Life
Is what ties us down,
a tether.
But we’ve found
A new way to live
Forever.
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Down the path, and through the dunes of sea-grass and growth, past the foxes and crickets and gulls, down to the black beach, down to the Sea. The Moon lights the way, and ghosts are your guide On the quiet path to the Sea. Sand is cool, but the night is warm and alone you see the world in motion, Moon reflecting every motion, Every sound disappearing, caught by ghosts in the summer night, warm breeze lifts you as waves break in the summer night and the sea-grass sways with the wind beneath the stars and the salt-air Crying to the Sea in the summer night Where tears are lost, and ghosts
Are everywhere.
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A forest.
Walking into a land of mystery,
You never know what you’ll find here.
It is a place where things go bump in the night.
A place where you stumble across contrasts.
A place that contains three phenomenons:
Water, fire, serenity.
What is this place you ask?
A forest.
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In deepest Night,
when all are asleep
is when they come,
up the flight
of shadow-stair
silent and fleet
Cloaked in black,
Quiet as the breath
of a slumbering child,
Down the Hall,
soundlessly gliding
Quietly
into the bed-chambers
of my family
And there they stand,
not breathing, sensationless
Diabolic yet infinitely patient
standing
staring from shadowed faces
no eyes but still they are watching,
in Deepest night
the clock reads three
I am awake, eyes squeezed
Shut
but
I know there is one standing,
and its
Looking
at me.
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God
What is God
Is God enough to save a soul
Damned to hell
Is God love
Is God the night sky
Or the dull light of dawn
As days go past
And time grows old
Does God sit upon a golden throne
Is God for everyone
Is God for me
I don’t think so
So don’t try to make me believe
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On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry, And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold
A glorious Christmas Day
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How can I be loud
When I try to Shout
No sounds come out?
How can Sounds have meaning
When they are intangible
untouchable and Receding?
How symbolic are the syllables
That leave my lips
Or are the markings engraved on Ancient crypts?
How are the sounds of falling leaves
Less beutiful then
A piano’s keys?
Sounds may seem comprehensible to fools
Who aren’t frustrated with a Language’s
Elegance, intricacy, it’s rules
But the thoughts that die within my head
Might in the darkness illuminating
Light be shed
Were not for sounds to make us see the World
To which we might all be bound
Like bats which scream at the Night to see
What Are Sounds?
A mystical phenomenon of Noise to me,
But not hearing the sights in front of you
Selfdestructing, absolute choleric,
Your eyes would misconstrue
The Sound we hear
Is all around shouting howling at the
Sky smashing anger and fury are distinct,
but Listening
is Extinct
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In the shade of Night when you are all alone Nobody is there And you wimper and moan And the Devil calls No sound escapes when you try to scream When you close your eyes tight And squeeze your hands in prayer To God that isn’t there When you’re in the Dark and there is No light In the shade of Night When you are scared In the Blackness all around you, there are Ugly Razor Murder teeth and lidless eyes that never sleep and Satan is there Trembling Nightmare Absolute horror Just close eyes tight and wait
All because of Hate
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What if there was a society
of nocturnal humans?
who slept by day
and worked by night?
which side
would you chose?
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