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Last Soul: Dancing Shadows
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Friday, March 13, 2015. Dancing Shadows ©. Looking down the road. I see the lights in the distance. Is it going to look like it does in my dreams. When I get there and the night comes. Is the music going to rock n roll. Or will it be slow and steady. We will find each other between each song. Moving among the shadows. Swaying back and forth lost in our minds. Will we swing to the rhythm of the time. Or crash and burn on sour notes. Bringing the whole world down all around. When the clocks strikes twelve.
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Last Soul: Now What?
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Monday, February 09, 2015. Today tomorrow and yesterday will for always be intertwined. Their tentacles knotted together through the annals of memory. Like hungry lovers always holding, reaching out, letting go, trying to escape…. Today is an orgy of time gone by and time lost in a desire for the future. The pain of yesterday embracing the hope of what’s to come. A burning fire soothed with what might be in…. Tomorrow doesn’t exist but in dreams. Dreams not touch by another’s thoughts. Now is what matters.
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Last Soul: Slap Happy
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Wednesday, May 06, 2015. Slap Happy ©. Day after day I hide to stay sane. Night after night I struggle not to run. I fight my battles. Yet I get right back up. Only to be knocked back down. I wonder what is going on. But I don’t know that I care to know. I see only the fog between day and night. A curtain shading what’s real. Who have I become. Who is that in my reflection. Hands on my face. I feel the lines of time. Stubble scrapping callused hands. Hands that touched your tender flesh. It is also beaut...
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Last Soul: The Thunder Speakes
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Monday, February 16, 2015. The Thunder Speakes ©. Thunder rolls across angry skies. Reaching down to scorch the earth. To touch the damned. Before the gates of hell open. Crops burn in the fields. Corpses rot where they lay. Scattered among the smouldering carnage. Of what once was, is. They rode in on steeds never before seen. War ‘s dog ate with a ravenous appetite. Famine’s beast drank the pure water pissing out acid. Death rode a lawnmower. Conquest didn’t have a ride. After War, Famine and Death.
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Last Soul: The Edge Of Darkness
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Wednesday, January 14, 2015. The Edge Of Darkness ©. Or is it a late afternoon. Another day dissolving into nothing. When you finally wake from living. You know you've been gone because. There’s nothing left except a pain inside. You run and run. But you can’t escape from what’s part of you. What’s branded to your very soul. You jump from world to world to hide. Yet you always fall back. Fall right back to the one you are chained too. You have become a prisoner in another’s dream. A string begins to fray.
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Last Soul: Requiem Of Solace
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Sunday, January 04, 2015. Requiem Of Solace ©. A shiver runs through my soul as I stare off into the night. I don’t know why or what it means. Dark clouds hide the moon plunging the night into total darkness. I hear whispers but can’t hear what they are saying. They are all around me, not far. As I walk ahead they get farther yet the ones behind are closer. Turning I lean forward to listen but they fall silent. Standing there I listen to my past. Or even if they are talking to me. View my complete profile.
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Last Soul: Shadow Of One Soul
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014. Shadow Of One Soul ©. The pain, the hate, the love you thought you knew. Open them once more and see what you want to feel. Paint a portrait of what you want your world to be. Then hold it close for it’s make believe. A dream within a dream. Breath in what is today. Let a new sparkle ignite your eyes. Explore what is never lost. Close your eyes once more. Feel your heart beat, feel the blood racing through your veins. Feel what it’s like to live within your soul. This work is ...
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Last Soul: Nothing
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Saturday, November 22, 2014. In the twilight of time. Through the mists of Avalon. A hand reaches out into the shadows grasping at the darkness. But there is nothing there. In the space between the seconds. Where all thoughts live. There is only silence. Because there is nothing there. In the dawn when I wake up. The mists are gone with all the dreams that lived there. I am left in the valley of deception. Because there was nothing ever there. In the twilight of time. The seconds keep ticking by.
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Last Soul: Black Tie
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Thursday, December 19, 2013. Black Tie ©. With the bottom of my fist I wiped the fog from the glass. A bitter cold day. I saw a tear bounce off the pavement where it was swallowed up by the fresh snow. In the car mirror I could see the tired eyes as I straightened the black tie. Cold fingers reached in as I opened the door burning my exposed face then pulled me out. Walking up the slippery slope, seven more fell in behind in a single file. In silent cadence marching through a somber crowd. Tomorrow is a ...
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Last Soul: Into The Night
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014. Into The Night ©. I wander around in circles. Lost in familiar spaces. Searching to be found. Or trying to melt away into the night. All around me everything is the same. Everyone I know I recognize. Yet I am lost and no one knows who I am. Or hears my screams in the night. How can this be. Who will save me from this. Bring me back to the light. What has to be done before the night. I have become a ghost among the living. Swallowed up by the night. Time goes round and round.
