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March | 2015 | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. To step or not to step? To fall and be torn apart in the name of peace or to obey and be safe while feeling useless? And the voice insists to me, “don’t jump.”. Comments : Leave a Comment. The Best Of the Uprising. New Year’s Apocolypse. The Cryptic Triptych, Ch 1. On The physics of silence. On The physics of silence. Thursday Poets Rally…. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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March | 2011 | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. The wind it whistles away. As I drift through the sky. I see fires, pines, and pires. With bracken, muck and mire. The light shines brightly. And my shadow is shrinking. Smell the fire upon the pire. And waiting for me to expire. My time has not yet come. Yes, death shall have to wait–. The wind, the water and the fire. The bracken, the thicket and pire. For I am over an ocean. And I can learn how to swim.
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July | 2011 | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. The physics of silence. Just like a fountain pen,. So our tongues run dry. Spitting whatever lays within. We wear out our throats. No one asks about content,. Only if they are heard-. This symptom is indeed dire. And yet all too common. How can you be understood. If your words have no meaning? And again we speak too much. Yet we say nothing at all. When will someone stop. When they have nothing to say?
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Millionaire | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. 8221; I wonder if I’m enough to go around. Ten million apologies for a million offenses, and still a grudge lingers when the millions are counted. Laquo; Magic Mirror. Date : November 8, 2010. A thoughtful commentary, Christian. Well wrought. Wow, so divine imagination. Letting you know Rally poetry awards posted, hope that you check it out,. Link a poem to Jingle poetry potluck if you can,.
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Join the Uprising. | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. If you are enjoying The Eternal Uprising, I formally invite you join the street team. What does that mean to you? It’s simple… link to me in your blogroll and give a shoutout on twitter and/or facebook when there’s a new post. What are the benefits of joining the Uprising? If you like my work, let’s spread the joy around. Thank you, sir. Every little bit helps. Some really interesting writing. thanks.
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The physics of silence. | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. The physics of silence. Just like a fountain pen,. So our tongues run dry. Spitting whatever lays within. We wear out our throats. No one asks about content,. Only if they are heard-. This symptom is indeed dire. And yet all too common. How can you be understood. If your words have no meaning? And again we speak too much. Yet we say nothing at all. When will someone stop. When they have nothing to say?
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The Eternal Uprising | Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world… | Page 2
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. A rose though beautiful. Cannot stop an iron heel. Though the woods are fairer. Well after they have flowered. I asked the rose to forgive me. If I had stepped upon it. Then came to me the reply:. The thorns will teach you not to do it twice. How can I feel the thorns. If I wear these iron boots? But the boots protect my feet. And keep them free of stones. Listen to the flower–. Both with your feet unshod.
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Welcome to the Uprising. | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. Welcome to the Uprising. For brevity, allow me to say that the following is a copy of my first post as a pseudo-introduction for my blog. Enjoy. From the deepest darkness the world can offer,. A dreary soul arises to offer a darker tome. None yet can say that all things are easy,. Or even that sins have been fully atoned. As I look at all through this looking-glass,. Onward we press into this deep realm,.
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March | 2014 | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. My Trip to Derpington. 8220;It’s putrid! It will never mean much! 8221; The familiar words ring out down the hall. Some weary traveler came to visit and has been greeted by the customary, generous hospitality. 8221; the mayor declares, “… and it adds to the quality of life! 8220;Our buildings are finer! The parties are livelier! Our jokes are funnier and adventures more rambunctious! Derpington is quaint...
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Free Fall | The Eternal Uprising
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Post-apocalyptic thought in a Pre-apocalyptic world…. Who Is Christian Kane? Welcome to the Uprising. The wind it whistles away. As I drift through the sky. I see fires, pines, and pires. With bracken, muck and mire. The light shines brightly. And my shadow is shrinking. Smell the fire upon the pire. And waiting for me to expire. My time has not yet come. Yes, death shall have to wait–. The wind, the water and the fire. The bracken, the thicket and pire. For I am over an ocean. And I can learn how to swim.
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