Twastehsquirrel

When do we lose our humanity? Is it at birth? Or do we lose it when we die? Does it happen in adolescence? Or in adulthood? Or is it that we only lose it under certain circumstances? For me it was lost all at once, with one, final bullet.           It was midnight in a run down part of the city, only one in every few streetlights worked. The eerie scene was complimented by the dark black clouds that had just rolled in during the past hour. They blocked out the full moon that had welcomed the livelihood of those who held night and graveyard shifts in Chicago. I had just finished my own shift at the Old German Bar, and I hadn’t had a dri

I am me Me is made of the You The They The Us, We, collective and individual I am of the earth, the sky The nature all around As are the You The They The Us, We, collective and individual The breath no different Same as I have ever had As You have ever had As They have As Us, We, collective and individual See the same light The Sun's light The Sun's light from the Moon Same seen through mine eyes Shared to and from the You The They The Us, We, collective and individual Just keep open the mind Share with that that share with you The Breath, The Light, The Sun, The Moon, The Earth, The Sky, The Nature The Mind, The Life. The I, The You, Th

Saddened smiles and happy tears Shallow lies and empty fears Love/hate love and Loving hatred Hating love and nothings sacred Full of truth and hollow vows No more when's and many now's Wrong or right, take one more left We might suck but we're the best.

She came up to the attic where Syph was waiting, his white hair a contrast to the girl's flaming red. Her green eyes stared into his blue. He knew what was coming. He heard. Growls, howls, grunts, roars. Savage beings. "they're here" she said. She wore a Vietnam-era flak jacket and in her hands was an old pump-action shotgun. Syph looked back and sighed, "go." The command would send the women to death, but they were all doomed. She hesitated and with a short and nervous, yet confident nod she replied, "of course." She hesitated again, but went back down the stairs. Syph looked at the inhabitants of the room who remained. Two men with a rifl

~Equal Parts (1) Ease wouldn't be a factor It obviously would be hard Distance wouldn't matter Never has for the heart Time was couldn't be better It couldn't be wrong if it tried Trust is out of the question Even if wanted, why lie ~Missing (2) Missing is what I can't stand The chances I had and I blew Overlooking every little clue Not being near but I want to Being sighted over, maybe deserved Pieces gone I think can be filled But in the end it's all missing, And missing is worst to know ~Empty (3) Empty promises, full of lies No more luck, and loaded dice Rising earth, and falling sky Dead haunt the living, And the living die ~Short

It's Letting things go, Just to find out they're free; Dropping the rock, Though the sand already fell away; Like Grabbing falling paper, Just to be cut instead; Trying a word, Though only a letter is said; That It's gone, you just realized. It slipped through the crack; Disappeared, And wish you could go back. It's like that.

An agent of death, On the signature horse. Ride the long black train, Its Heading north. Close your eyes, and loose your faith The skull stripped, there ain't no face Cry last anguish, no more strife End of time, end of life Bite the scythe, feel it's edge! Freeze like ice, fall off a ledge. Burn in fire, knife to the back. Death is business, it's a fact. The reaper broadly smiles, As your flesh is finally defiled.

Rifles quiver, voices whisper, is it time? What waits for us on the dusty dunes? For our country we lay our lives on the line Geared up, polished guns looking fine fingers on triggers, and eyes down cast rifles quiver, voices whisper, it must be the time Move from cover, move our body with our mind Together we fight death and her many hounds For our country we lay our lives on the line Bullets fly, and guns fire, its a matter of time Lead lodges in his heart and we feel it in ours Rifle quivers, voice is a whisper, is it our time? The shared agony, the pain is a crime What lies in wait for us now, upon these endless sands For our countr

We've done it all... Rough rides, long falls, We've cried, we've laughed, But now it's put to the past... Things end, things renew, But I fear, I'll let go of you. This pain, the sickness, My friend, you leave me breatheless! Speechless, no intellegent thought, Pure emotion, from your actions, wrought! Forged iron, no water, Seethe and burn forever! One day: the metal will take a shape, One day: it may not be hate, But a scar will be left, Of a wound that cut further than flesh. My friend, The one I've know so long. My friend, The ride, it's been quite fun. But now: I pack my bags, there's no more left. I tip my

Moments lost in times gone Moments with no more rhyme Like water in the hand it cannot last Poured between the fingers and fallen away In a mess of faces in my mind Many are blank, lost in the past But one. One burns with astounding clearity: vividly colored, perfectly shaped, contending reality Time heals all, but if it wasn't a wound to begin with What is left is...? A memory, one of loss, one of regret Of a time not siezed, and left behind. Why?