Sunday, June 14, 2009


"No man of heart, spirit, or constancy

Can ever be cowed down by odds

Against him. We fight not for spoils

Or for captives, but for the glory

Of God, and for truth and faith.

We must be kind to all, but specially

Regard the needs of our comrades,

Linked to us by ties of duty and affection.

Our highest reward will be forgiveness

And grace from the giver of all.”


The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth.


feasting on my heart

on the downhill stretch of summer

sometimes its like crossing the abyss

all the empty spaces

that are keeping us apart.

and i’m feasting on my heart

on this downhill stretch of summer

There’s too much fear in your charm

the language of hope is lost in the chronicle of these nightmares.

surrounded by ghost bodies, who have somehow misplaced their skin.

doubtful drift and the ground is crammed with corpses.

if only we’ve been good.

the patience ______ would've been unnecessary

the beauty is undiminished

and my veins split with all the blood drips through the vacuumed walls.

and evaporates between discolored deadry and the geometry of my dreams.

and I seem to spend most days feasting on the dawn from the site of my grave.


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