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Fear
23:37 Apr 28 2006
Times Read: 557

For a long time now, I've been quoting a line from a

Norse Creed. "That life is only for the one that is

not afraid to die.." I have always valued this line as

an important statement of how one approaches the

challenges of life. When I say it, most of the time, I

am confident in it's meaning. As applied to myself, If

I died, my life meant something as long as I could

still face those challenges. I have looked into the

eyes of death a few times myself and while I may not

have "laughed" in its face, I was able to continue. I

am mortal and this thought ,hopefully, will never stop

me from living the way I want to. In life, one must

think of others in order to mature. I love my mother

as one of my best friends. I swore to her I would

always be there for her, even when all of my family

had forsaken her. And I have. Harold is the one man

she chose to be with for the remainder of her life. He

is not the man I would have liked her to marry. He has

made so many mistakes in his life that have cause my

mother so much anger, how could I ever like him. I do

because most of his mistakes are made while trying to

please others. I never will understand "family

Loyalty" the way he does. Today he was crying when he

came to me and said,"Help your mother..." I was not

sure what was going on till I saw her tears and she

hugged me and said"He is going to die...the 2"mass in

his chest is expanding and it will kill him..." I was

shaken. I knew they expected me, of all people to say

something....but nothing came to me. There is no hope

inspiring words, no: "you could try...", no: " i have

a friend that..." no:"well you did all you can..." I

could only think of my favorite quote. I sat down next

to the simple redneck that has inspired anger in me so

many times in the past. I looked into his tear filled

eyes and saw despair. This man was not afraid of

death, he was afraid of leaving my mother. The woman

10 years older then himself, a woman that he still

loved like he did the day he proposed to her. I opened

my mouth to speak, but only tears came out. I was so

startled I leaped up from the chair and walked down to

my apartment. After regaining composure I returned and

said the line and realized he already knew it.

Maturity is forgiving those who you never thought you

could.

Ace-

made for a friend
20:22 Apr 16 2006
Times Read: 563

Darkest Desires

an ode

by Talkingwolf



Whisper, whisper oh lady of shadows.

Whisper, whisper oh beauty of night.

crawling spider legs and rose thorn arms.

She is the Queen of great lustful charms.

Whisper, whisper oh lady of shadows.

Whisper, whisper oh friend of the stars.

Lips of black marble and eyes of tomb jade

Goddess of the dark of the void she is made.

Whisper. whisper and quietly fear.

Whisper, whisper and die when she's near.

Pain
01:47 Apr 13 2006
Times Read: 573

Standing slowly, darkness hiding,wind blows away the crunch of leaves under heavy boot. Eyes slide over narrow lids, gloved fingers dance on prickly hedge leaves. Wind blows cold on tear soaked cheeks. A distant bark of chained dog and the sudden whoosh of passing headlights dissolving into the night. A scrape of steel as weakness causes the blade to slide on a passing walkway. Hair writhes as shadows keep pace. A cough of red heat spatters on leather sleeve. The moon lit world spins and holes fill the sky. All things are felt and reveal life, but the pain. The pain is lost in death. Her sword remains deep, the river calls him.

Glass Will
02:20 Apr 12 2006
Times Read: 578








The Glass Will

It can be broken.....

what it was protecting can be ravaged.

The will may seem weak for breaking...

But what of the pieces...each one just

as loyal to the cause as the original.

What if they waited like a trap. When

the assault is over and the attacker is

confidently attempting to leave.....

Then is the chance for the will to fulfill

its true purpose, its destiny. As it

pierces the flesh, the attacker understands.

The Will of glass is a deadly trap.

As a wall it can only defend, but broken

it is able to kill .

I have a glass will. Break me and die.

Ace Talkingwolf-

His Story
02:19 Apr 12 2006
Times Read: 579






You kill me.....



I am a child, brused and defiled.



Looking ruff and talking tough.



you kill me...



I am a naive, dark as a cave,



In a cage filled with rage.



you kill me....



I'm a man, with a plan,



owned by stuff, taking guff.



you kill me....



I am old, no longer bold.



dream of the lass, about to pass.



you kill me....



I am dead, worms in head.



without strife and killed by life.



By Ace Talkingwolf-