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For to say one is different, to set them apart is to say that they are all the same .. To be unique just like all else. Such sweet poetry I have known to scribe itself furiously across pages of paper passionately as a fount of crimson to trickle down a case of marble steps, pausing only a moment before it’s sweet cascade onto the next with no ending and yet at times seeming from me beginning. Yet to be a natural born poet of passions springs, a libra with a silver tongued taste for beauty and marvels of such a sweet world as this. Yet in such waking one come to learn the illusions of reality and see the world for what it has come to portray completely, in a whole. For tis always been of preference to find oneself surrounded in the intellectual, highly intelligent creatures beyond the simple mundanities. Innate abilities to set themselves apart in actions, in deeds. A place where words are cheap and to lead by example is to treat all like kings in beggars clothing as a king may chose his garb at will, but a beggar shall always be a beggar, for this I have found no test. To wound a king is to be of the unspeakable and caste aside all reason of self preservation and lay thy life down upon the barren sands and caste thy life to the winds of time. For in the heart of complexity among creatures there does lay such simplicity among the patterns to spill forth, Unlike any other one shall come to meet. If charm, glamour, charisma and presence were all the world was based on there would be no need for the intellectually elite and thus man would wither, crushed in upon itself imploding towards decay. For in such illusions one learns that it is easier in a world of darkness to give in an become of the dark, to douse that inner flame and conform. It has been told to one such as I , that it takes one of character, of will and determination to cling to that fluttering piece of light inside and fight for the just and the right and to feed that flicking flame inside. For as long as there is one who still fights there shall be hope enough for a race, for doubt me naught, hope is such a flame. Translucent, yet only in the darkest places It burns as a beacon to lead home the stray. One such as I , can be nothing other then what we are, yet mayhaps we too are the difference that makes us the same. To walk of elegance and grace of a healer among the wounded, to teach the world to teach itself to heal itself and yet so how few are left. Taken down, caste aside, dismantled but the very thing they have sworn their lives to protect and to what end does that leave such creatures as I laughing into the words of the wind. To leave thee with such simple words I cannot help, but mayhaps one such as myself can manifest a large enough ripple in the darkness.

Remind me I'm alive, I'm standing on the edge.

Remind me I'm still here despite the tears and the fear

When all I'm loving I watch dying

And all I need I keep trying I slept a summer in your arms

My heart despite our fears. Walked a decade at your side

And still I cry your tears.



Razor tears for marble faces trace their patterns down my cheeks

Lost in the world called dreaming that I cannot now erase.

Saw a mundane face that reminded me of you.

Saw a crimson vale that reminded me what we do

I walk my path and my purpose serve and yet I walk alone

I saw your ghost the other night turned my light to stone



Remind me I'm alive inside this frozen shell

Remind me I still breathe, the energy will still flow

Touch me like I'm here for I cannot feel their hands

Remind me why I am here, cause I damn this plan

Saw an old friend the other eve and this façade of smiles will not do



Never seen it like this before, fooled myself for a term

Come hold me just a little while , our crimson retreat

Remind me I'm still here with you and my heart is still complete.

Set a rose at your grave where our last caress did fall

I'm standing on the edge my hand against the wall

I closed my eyes this morning as the sun is rising.



Remind me I'm not one of them in this plan we were devising

Writers of our fate we are and time our silent mate

Sat before the chess board and confided my own fate

I'm standing on the edge with all I've let to leave

Never will know what it is they have they bleed

Silent is way and blinded is their eyes

Remind me again why I'll never die



Set a letter on your grave as I closed my eyes

Single was the watermark and silent were my sighs

No one seen me come or go and never will they know

Lost in thread and blind in faith I'll never show

Shadow lover, fire mate hold the ace of spade

Yet hold just a little while and remind me why I stayed.

I'm standing on the edge, drownding in the deeps.

The world around me flows, Through my skin it creep.

Wrapped in tattered shards the blood I cry it seeps.

Once The winds that called brought a world so free.

Calling over mountians, The valleys and the sea.

Now the hunt , among the concrete fallls, Bathed in ashfault It thunders in my ears and calls.

Locked behind closed doors I'm dying inside,

Locked inside the cage,trapped with in confines it falls.

There no wheres left to run and winds keep tormenting me.

No tears left to cry Not of humanity.

The tides that wash on by and the wistle winds that blow.

Wrapped in silk and bathed in jade caressed the heart and icen made.

Walk on fire and sobered ice ,opened my eyes and realise.

Did I die the day I left that letter on your grave.

The old tales of mates dragged down and I've tried to be brave.

The scream long faded from these lips, you blood long cooled on these finger tips.

I loved you more than life to lay thee in the grave, I hated for a while trying to be brave.

You left me here to walk this shattered path in a world thats all a jade.

Left with no one to call home when beside me you once laid.

THought you loved me as I did you, but that must not have been true.

Didn't love enough to stay, not enough to find our way.

You swore I'd never be alone ,yet for those sins I still attone.

Once I thought I couldn't care, Iced and numb I didn;t dare.

I'll close my eyes this one last time and feel you by my side.

I'll caste you to the winds and light your candle by the crimson tide.

Find your own way home I'm tired of the pain.

Find your own way back I've nothing left to say.

I walk down the road I have a hundred times, and still death refused to court me.

Taken intot he dance macabre all I have ever known and yet he refuses to court me.

All around me the ace of spades dances with the of swords.

In crescendos and dips, twirls and spins, walking of flourished greeting and decorum.

Side by side we stroll thru lives passing shades of crimson courts and still the same streets I have passed are always new and sunk.

Bathed in crimson jade and edged with reason, lost in dreaming they are drunk.

Open my eyes and watch it fade, the illusions of reality dim and the colours sway .

Torn from the razor wire wall I see the world in shades of grey, danced with devils, swayed with fey.

Built a tower none can see, wrapped in shades of reality. Razor tears that none can touch crimson droplets trace the edges of such.

A childof the inbetwen ask me of the world, things 've seen and where I've been. SPoken toungues the world forgot.

I'l teach thee what I can and heal what all is sought.

I stand on the edge of a new day,

Peering into the turbulant waters this way.

The sharded caress of lights across the surface,

Play like whispers on a breeze dancing listless.

The patterns trace before my eyes ,

opening doors of places beyond my view that lies.

Burrowing deep with in myheart

Tracing razor finger tips from the start.

Feeling trapped I fly free

Twist and turn for what I see.

The whispers fade the lake goes still

silence echos the crimson fill

Purring , gliding forth it stands

As crimson fire cascades of lands

Live for the moment I'll live for today

Holding tommarrow and remembering yesterday.

From my fingers the soals blood drips

Cascades, crusendos, and flips.

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YOUR REPORT ON GRAPH ANALYSIS



You may nurse a pessimistic attitude towards life or just be physically tired.



You spontaneously give expression to your feelings without much thought. You have your own likes and dislikes but they don't biased in your opinions in general.



You are liberal and generous in handling money.



You try to find a balance between work and leisure.



You readily accept any new offer,project or proposal without any hesitation



You attain an optimum speed of doing things whereby there is least compromise on speed and quality of work.



You always present yourself well to the outside world.



You are a person who values tradition and conservative in outlook.



Any adverse comment on your work or your personality keeps bugging you for a long time.



You struggle and strive to achieve your goals and thereby improve your performance level.



You are completely involved in your work and will be willing to shoulder any kind of reponsibility with enthusiasm.



You have the necessary will power to complete your tasks.



You are absentminded.You are prone to daydreaming.



Your seriousness in completing your work is acceptable.



You are a person who likes to stay away from the limelight.



You are always curious and inquisitive with an evergrowing thirst to learn and explore.



You have no interest in material pleasures.



You tend to stay away from the limelight.



Your Armageddon's day is Aug 28 2073

In a spiritual journey I met an old shaman , he spoke unto me in toungues of old and of places far and silently forgotten. Whispers of ancient songs purred thru the empt marble halls of silver and crimson. Silent Razor tears bled down my face ,tracing patterns of each life I have lived into the marble. Crimson cascades trickled down such sweet steps from seeing no begetting fount and unto no resevoured end. This I palace of dream shall be no imit to call of home and I raced to greet the stars.

When your body is no more, thy spirit shall soar as the keepers of the great book of knowledge and the great book of law. Soar sweet child on ebon wings unto the midnight hour. Unto such shall you be the becon unto man, with hope enough for an entire race you shall carry thier dreams. Fear not for thy path is great,the journey teacheroius and thy adventure shall only begin at the end.

In the mist of the morn the panthers come and thier we tread unto the rising of the sun and there is no more, but pure awareness. No limits, no bounds and I hear all the soal whispers of times before me yet to come. In the silence mercilessly I wept strewn before the gates of incarnus, sweet heavenly melody did render wounds of depth unspeakable. The lights faded as I retreated back unt o my place among the shadows and safe was I among my kin with greater knowledge and sweet new sepherium songs.