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06-14-05, 11:15 AM
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This is my first post!
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Dancing minds.
IP: 5947 53BA
Vision of nature. Trees bellow in the wind, dancing & swaying to the airs songs. Lashes of river spray, speaking to me in Tritons forgotten tongue. Wildlife basking in a subtle hue, of greenery & fruitful havens. But where light there is dark, doves overshadowed by ravens. . Mankind. It commences war drawn visions by those embossed in power. Fortresses, establishments thicken by each passing hour. Negotiations failed, action is taken to thwart a tyrannical reign. But, the opposites strive for difference when in reality they crave the same. . The scene. The war is waged, the scene set engulfed by malicious battalions. Blossoming lands deteriorate, to the sound of thundering stallions. Wildlife scatters, exposed to screaming bullets unfurling from soldiers. Rivers vacant, trees hollow, habitants flee for safety behind boulders. . My situation. The trench is dug, we can do this, just pick up the gun and you'll be fine. I tell myself. So much death, destruction, many men savaged, possibilities cloud my mind. I stand, firmly. Infernal balls smash at the earth, lives tossed around and swallowed by the sky. But i'm part of this encroachment, i'm fighting for my country not my purpose & yet i'm to give my life? No. I lay down my weapon; re-cap the moment when i agreed to this journey. I'm still learning, but the anger has run cold, i have no motive & possess no yearning. Why commit myself to gaining the blood of other men on my conscience & hands. Why be a smoldering body among chaos, a miniscule figure lost beneath the sands? I cant do this, i have a family that needs me, a daughter that needs a dad. I dont want her to grow up, without the one thing she wished she had. So with that in mind, i stare into a abyss of mist, & i pick a rose from a battered branch. Clutching the crimson beauty, my mind parallel with the thoughts of my offspring... Abandons the humid air of torn spirits, and skin, & begins to dance. |
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06-14-05, 01:01 PM
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This is my first post!
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IP: 5947 53BA
upping this, i'll rtf.
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06-14-05, 02:21 PM
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This is my first post!
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IP: 5947 53BA
upping, i'll rtf.
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06-14-05, 02:56 PM
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Banned: Biting
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A little on The long side I Really Cany get What You Are getting At Bcuz Your story line is sort of wild
thats prolly why yuou aint gettin no responses Srry |
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06-14-05, 03:32 PM
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This is my first post!
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IP: 5947 53BA
no, each part focuses on a scene then moves onto how war invaded nature.
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