The Thief's Story

"It all began a long while ago,
With doctors rushing; they go to and fro,
A young mother screaming, painful labor;
Although this time she believes she'll savor,
The moment hte pale, crying face is shown,
A little one of hers she can call her own;
But what she didn't know, is that the one she bore,
Would bring her a despair that she couldn't hoard;
The doctor howled, with screams of horror,
It was me he held in hand, abhorring;
He said I was born of an alien race,
Born with a hatchet and a Juggalo face;
From then on I lived alone, wandering,
Traveling the endless lands; Squandering
All the talent I'd ever have for showing,
My anger for the rich, always growing;
As a young boy, I'd work for the carnival,
Scaring young men, old women; nothing personal;
In what the Ringmaster called, the Three ring Show,
Anywhere else? They'd never let me go;
They would call me a weirdo, call me a freak,
it's all I could do, for work every week;
Then I became a sneaky kind of man;
Twenty years old, I left the caravan,
Became a part of the soft midnight,
Breaking into houses, instilling fright
Within the rich man's greedy little soul,
Bringing happiness to the poor is my goal;
But then it turned darker, when I got caught
Stealing from a rich little man I sought;
I was forced to kill him, to cut his throat,
I wasn't going to be their scapegoat;
The law will never find me, wherever they look,
Searching for me as a wicked-type of crook,
It was not the first, it won't be the last;
I can gurantee: it will always be fast;
But what I really want to know can't come from you:
How can inner peace ever really be true?
And so ends my tale, the tale of some strife;
The tale of the knife; the tale of my life."

The Thief's Prologue:

There once was a man whom no one would know,
Whose face in his robe he could never show,
Men, women, and children alike, they'd fear,
And most would think he'd never shed a tear,
No one knew him, but he'd never let go,
Of that which would always give him his hope,
And so he decided that he'd find thought.
That which he, most devotedly, had sought,
For countless days, many months, endless years,
Something to bring him to light for his deeds,
All those he'd killed for the law of the greed;
This man that no one would know, was a thief,
A man with greed, but his conscious was chief,
For that he would steal he'd give to the poor,
He needed release from that which he swore;
A life of secrecy, of thievery,
How he would steal, a life of surgery,
He would kill the rich and take their money,
Something the poor would view as great honey;
He wanted to find his soul, inner peace.

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Trails of tears,
Soft like feather's down;
The sum of all fears,
To harsh to 'bid a frown;

believe what you will,
You have seen our shows;
Time won't stand still,
If you grant us repose;

To let our minds calm,
To solve our unrest,
To rest our hopes in your palm,
To venture your prayers to our fest';

Everlasting peace within your grasp,
Everlasting love without your rasp.

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Echoes of the past,
Bring the follies of the future.
Praying for love everlast,
Pain stinging like a suture;

In the arms of nurture,
There is nothing like empathy,
Faint howls like an overture,
Bring the wishes of apathy;

The pain brought by sympathy,
the weight of sorrow,
The hatred with anitpathy,
The fear of the 'morrow;

Too many scars to count,
Too much depression to mount.

Have you ever woken up one day, and realized that you have the one thing you've always wanted? Even though you've had it for three months and counting? Just last night I came to the recognition of such. I can't believe that I didn't figure it out sooner.

ACT Round 2:

English : 28
Math : 17
Reading : 31
Science : 23
Composite: 25

Me and You (Rough Draft)

If there ever was a sweeter love,
Let its eyes not behold someone other than my dove;
For there is nothing else in this world that I want;
An entwining of souls like a delicate font;
There is nothing like the elation I feel,
Me in your arms and you in mine, it's almost hard to believe it's real;
There is no end to the delight I feel when I'm with you;
Even when I hear your voice I think it's true,
I've met someone I really want to be with,
Someone that just may be my heart's locksmith.

Mercy

The pain is too great,
I need a clean slate.
A chip in a diamond,
A thorn on a rose,
Believe what you will,
Just grant me repose.
I regret what I've done,
Take back what I've said,
Why must I feel,
That my soul should be dead?
Is there someone?
Is there noone?
Must you destroy what left I enjoy?
You whom looks down on me...
Will you ever show mercy?

Forbidden

Intricacies of forbidden emotions,
Hidden within a shell of torment,
The key to the lock of an enigma,
Rests in the heart of the unexpected.
Only thye whom perform habitual wordings,
Can release the tormented soul from within.
To realy on them, however, could be a deathwish,
As unexpected revelations spark events of shock.
Believing within this entity for confidance,
Wishing for an appropriate interpretation,
He whom is tormented shall break the wall,
the barrier which separates truth from fantasy.

Pain

Ah, pain;
Always precedent,
Horrid and decadent,
Ravishing our hope,
All of our delight,
Taking all things but our plight;
Blocking,
Everything that brings light;
Nothing left;
Nothing but the blight;
controlling;
Destructive;
Overwhelming.

Truth

When in doubt, they always say,
"Wait until the time is right,"
But they never gave away,
When the right time is in light.
As I hold your hand in mine,
I hope right now is true;
And that our fates may entwine,
When I do say, "I love you."

It's been nearly three months now. I don't think I've ever been happier. Perhaps in some twisted way I was meant to come to Oklahoma and to meet these people.

Future.
Friends.
Love.

Everything I've ever wanted.

People wonder how us whom are/have been overwhelmed with depression feel. Well, while helping a fellow comrade with their own feelings, I realized that some things I said can help explain:

"It's a pain that can only be understood once felt. Something that burrows so deep inside your heart and soul that it seems nigh to impossible to even think of a day that you could ever be happy. It came less than an inch to sealing my fate with a sharpened and serrated blade. I really don't know how I escaped. But somehow I did, though there is always that nagging blade just barely piercing my soul, reminding me of the despair that I've felt and the pain that I've been put through."


Even if it's only mildly satisfying... if everyone, just once, could feel the pain that we've felt/feel, maybe they could understand...

Elation holds no grounds to how I feel right now...May God bless us with happiness...

Job interview today...I don't know if I actually want to be hired...I can only do my best.

It's been so long since I've roleplayed...I really want to be Wraith again...It's almost like a drug...But perhaps a good one? The expressing of creativity and the inner personality...

*Cough.*

I feel like the butt end of a bad joke. 'Think I caught a cold.

Been reading Tom Clancy's Net Force : Point of Impact recently. It's a good book: Very interesting, has a good plot. I'm thinking about reading the entire collection...Lot of reading to do.

A world of exclusiveness but full of inclusiveness...The line between normal and abnormal, but yet no true classification...Just what we believe. A finicky generation we are. We'll pass one off as unimportant just on a base assumption that they are different because of the way they dress, or the way they look. I really wish to know the reason why we've become so horridly biased. I exclude noone - not even myself - We all do it. And anyone who says they don't and/or haven't, is downright lying. Sometimes it's impulsive...But should it be that way? Does it have to be that way? It's sad, really...

Christmas spirit...During Thanksgiving weekend. What in the world is America thinking?

Ah, well. What's someone going to do?

All I have to say is: Thank God for Music.