tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80347975414015735292024-03-13T13:46:08.132-04:00Amber Thweatt's Writing BoardAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-45768937349981358682011-03-05T16:59:00.001-05:002011-03-09T21:42:20.712-05:00Hungry HumansThe fall of Rome so close to reality in this modern age<br />
<div>Our desires of grandness and objectivity has overwhelmed our sense of humanity</div><div>Our wants and needs have over compassed our knightly duties over the poor and frail</div><div><br />
</div><div>The marble and stone of old ages has been replaced with steel and oil such things </div><div>racing through our veins</div><div>Run fast over the weak and needy how long can that last?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Move over out of the fast lane before it crumbles off the side of the crumbling cliff </div><div>More than California falling into the ocean but humanity spinning out of control </div><div>oh how Rome fell in a day, our days are longer, slower but how will we fall?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Anger, dirty souls, compassion no more but a thought in the back of someones mind</div><div>as they watch their fell men fall to the ground from punches of reality </div><div>when did we all stop caring?</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-36818490258265213192011-02-20T22:32:00.000-05:002011-02-20T22:32:25.889-05:00Eyes of the Enemy - The OneI am the first and will be the last, and when that is the case there will only be me and my children. They will come to me eventually, the drugs will vanish and they will lose the ability to say no. That is the way to conquer the one that desires my death. With the desire to send my darlings back behind that wall of stone. How dare humanity dictate who lives or dies? They are afraid of her, I say let her come to me and we can see who is the strongest. I will thrash the remaining human existence into a pulp of bloody mass and feed my children what they want. But all I see right now are those blasted white wings torturing my sleep grinding at my nerves. Go away go away or come to me and stop your chattering, which ever so I walk this earth without your demons of hope and faith. Can't you see you are like me, broken from the start. they were suppose to love me not you, Why weren't you cast away like some disease some experiment. They knew she'd leave me hopeless and alone, I was nothing to her but if she could only see me now the damage I have done to this world. Yes there are others, they have done the same but I am the queen and their children respond to me and love me, no army could stop me and she will fail as wellAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-75829222968477149302011-01-09T17:52:00.001-05:002011-03-09T21:43:57.724-05:00Two FuneralsIn the end, when we are said and done we should be equal<br />
At that crossroads a point of our dying breath we should be equal<br />
A tear of one or a tear of thousands our creation should be marked as equal<br />
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How is it then that they sing for one but not for the other<br />
each one marking the world so close in time<br />
How is it then that the crowd the room for one but so empty for the other<br />
<br />
I know not of one but I do of the other and my tears are stronger for knowing<br />
just because so many did not know the smile the impression so strong<br />
does not mean it meant less in the world<br />
<br />
What if it had been so differently would more tears have fallen<br />
what if, what if, what if?<br />
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I believe however that THEY will sing so loudly just the same<br />
They will rejoice in that life just the same<br />
I will remember just the sameAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-18518468198094402292010-12-19T20:15:00.000-05:002010-12-19T20:15:48.338-05:00we are all deadwe are all dead inside or is it outside I can not tell<br />
all those electrical impulses thrashing through our heart and mind like fire crackers on the 4th of July<br />
the big bang went out a long time ago leaving us as some speck of dirt from some exploding<br />
vacuum bag<br />
no dyson strong enough to erase our existence too bad that is for sure<br />
like a child on a swing, flying too high heeding no warning from below, slow down<br />
your going too fast<br />
as you fly from the seat soaring over the trees no dread of what is below until<br />
crash<br />
the landing much harder than you could ever imagine<br />
the brokeness of each limb but nothing so hard as your ego bruised and soul crushed<br />
skinned knees and cracked wrists covering up the internal anguish of another mistakeAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-83581453444892539272010-08-16T22:26:00.000-04:002010-08-16T22:26:55.975-04:00Shadow of MyselfI am a shadow of my former being<br />
a shell of a person I no longer know<br />
all I see is this carriage of emptiness drawn by steeds of misery<br />
the mind that creature gnaws at my nails until they bleed<br />
the degradation of my own self contemplation stepping into the shadows night by night<br />
do I sleep on a cot of webs waking in a cocoon of no escape?<br />
A knife a knife please to cut open this chalice of denial<br />
which pain do I burn to the ground which ones do I dose with water?<br />
soft scents of perfume to cover the sweat and grime of past and presentAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-70621688895928582742010-07-08T21:55:00.001-04:002010-07-19T15:13:16.356-04:00Last WordsI whispered quietly holding back the tears<br />
I didn't want to say it, but in my heart there was nothing else to be said<br />
His heart had failed but his soul never missed a beat<br />
But there in that room, he was already saying his own goodbyes<br />
To his family his life of weakness and misgivings<br />
But there I stood softly saying it was okay goodbyes were important<br />
just as important as when he said his first hello to me as he held me in his hands<br />
and now someone stronger would take his hand and guide him through a life he could not do himself<br />
But my last words were there under my breath, Peace be with youAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-58331198293123779692010-07-08T21:42:00.000-04:002010-07-08T21:42:21.495-04:00Cheat the SystemI am that person in the light or maybe in the dark<br />
my shadow fades in and out depending on the speed of sound<br />
I crest the hill to find so many more<br />
In the light there is a dark star fading into death just like humanity<br />
across each universe tears dry up so many have already fallen<br />
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I have extra tears for everyone, grief that I never felt before<br />
maybe man was created from grief such an emotion that harnesses<br />
every muscle forcing my knees to the ground my hands to my head<br />
drenching my body with anguish and mourning this is how it is to be human<br />
it ends eventually the body lifts itself up past the trees past the clouds<br />
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The hills turn to forests forests to prairie but never desertAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-34331603290197980212010-07-02T22:14:00.000-04:002010-07-02T22:14:29.927-04:00Alternate SoulShe whispered into his tiny ear, his breathe so shallow and cold<br />
She rubbed his bruises the red had turned to plum<br />
Even in his sleep his heart mourned<br />
A fortress of misery walled up each day<br />
His skin would grow tough inside and out<br />
she knew this and understood the consequences of a father's actions<br />
The father's demise haunted the future of all mankind<br />
but still she whispered as a mother did to a child<br />
take care of your youthful heart and the peace that you were born with<br />
no evil from a broken soul can tarnish the brilliance of such strength and glory<br />
I have seen the future and all haunts my slumber and should yours<br />
take not the road of fate or that which the universe has predicted<br />
you are not destined to your evil tendencies break from the Devil's taunts<br />
this she whispers every night in hopes that so far from here the universe may change<br />
plucking that evil stinger from the child's wounds<br />
lick the poison from man's desires<br />
salvation comes not from death and murder but from truth of what will be<br />
does not have to beAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-70900938241615321792010-06-05T18:08:00.002-04:002010-06-13T16:07:55.383-04:00Joseph Arthur Poster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKDtN6BUw3PWgkaZttP9QqgSepi9f8wvutlBsmCR8LKXNOBSIPQrq9LrV4fH8rbGG5y8Ld7kMd0sVkTJ7LnqF0ZF2BGRrdmcvvBcYAVBuG6rFMHbKvukgsGOoKDNlZ9kScrCXtwBJAu8s/s1600/JOSEPH+ARTHUR+MONTREAL+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKDtN6BUw3PWgkaZttP9QqgSepi9f8wvutlBsmCR8LKXNOBSIPQrq9LrV4fH8rbGG5y8Ld7kMd0sVkTJ7LnqF0ZF2BGRrdmcvvBcYAVBuG6rFMHbKvukgsGOoKDNlZ9kScrCXtwBJAu8s/s320/JOSEPH+ARTHUR+MONTREAL+2010.jpg" /></a></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-87525101149816054822010-05-23T21:28:00.000-04:002010-05-23T21:28:22.498-04:00The Strings that BindThe tendrils slither through time and space<br />
mocking gravity and how the universe moves in its elegant dance<br />
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The stars bend and fold closer and closer to each other until they almost touch<br />
A single hand reaches out to find some one's lost love with only a breath to<br />
remember them by<br />
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The strings that bind<br />
the ring that holds a very deep secret<br />
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The desert whispers voices of long forgotten foes<br />
it too holds mysteries that need to be locked away<br />
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The threads grow weak and demons cross the path<br />
the gods are not finished with you child of mine<br />
your last breath was your first so breath deep the air of your people<br />
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the journey will encompass you, swallow you whole<br />
each moment tearing you apart only to allow the<br />
universe to put you back together again as you were<br />
as you should have been<br />
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He will come for you, or has always been there by your side<br />
the demons <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">thrusted</span> the sword through his heart<br />
a dagger of impossible deceit can you breech the<br />
binds that ties all life to war<br />
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grab hold of the strings that bind<br />
the journey is long<br />
forgive me child of the godsAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-62236073749820342722010-05-12T21:19:00.001-04:002010-06-13T16:33:02.343-04:00Eyes of the Enemy - Trust<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Trust no one<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Now that's not exactly true, there are those who are pure in the mind that will never betray you<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">But there are others who can't help themselves<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">In their heart they want to protect you and save you but their meaning is so false that only those<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">high above can see right through the tangling web of deception and betrayal these are your true enemies<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Their hands led by the sorcery of blessings and holy grail of purity<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Those who you trust are ones that know in their own heart they will burn in the belly of hell for their mistakes and lack of moral composure<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">How can you trust such beastly masks of humanity?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Because you will walk hand in hand with them down into the whales mouth breathing the same sign of relief that all is not perfect and never had you lied in the face of the sun of perfection<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Those who redeem themselves almighty should ditch the masks of falsehood before the devil himself takes aim at their own troubling past which only they try and forget<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Their lies and demonic actions will bring us all down that road no one wants to travel for the sake of what?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; tab-stops: 40.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18.0pt;">I will place my trust in those who know their path and travel it with their heads hung high guns blazing<o:p></o:p></span></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-57139612592934489432010-05-09T19:28:00.000-04:002010-05-09T19:28:21.995-04:00Eye's of the Enemy - The SistersSometimes I wish Sister could not read my mind. She gets pissed when I'm mad at her, even before I'm mad. But she's the best back up ever and her long shot is amazing. I'd be proud to go down fighting with her more than any other. I worry because ever since Lucy left she's been talking about dying more. Lucy could always make Sister feel better about our situation but she's been gone for weeks and no sign of returning. I told Sister we needed to move on, the Vetela were getting smarter every day and they could hear our thoughts at night while we slept. Sister and I never talk about our dreams but we can hear those things talking nonstop. It's not like I don't miss Lucy too. She's like one of us, outlawed by everyone. But Lucy had to leave us and find a cure. None of us want to be one of them, we didn't choose to be this way, I'm even sure that our parents didn't have a choice when they did this to us but I can understand the fear. Lucy said that the government agreed to mix their blood with our mothers to create some super creature in return the government would sacrifice a percentage of the population to the Vetala. The Vetala were nothing but puppets more like zombies and easy to kill. But they listen well, the eyes and ears of their masters. They do the dirty work while their masters stay behind closed doors.<br />
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Sister knows more about the truth, her and Lucy did most of the research while the rest of us guarded what was left of human culture. Lucy said it was important to hid what ever we could find that symbolized what it meant to be human. Our race would survive, well at least the human race, Sister, Lucy and I are a race I hope does not survive through this, for I fear it could eventually be the end of humanity.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Rakshasa preyed on humnities fears of death and destruction for their own empowerment. Now humans believe we are like them because we have transformed into something that is outerworldly. I don't have the urges they have but I have grown stronger day after day. I fear though that those urges may come one day, it has happened to others.</span></span>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-83405284712777446542010-04-22T22:26:00.002-04:002010-04-27T21:03:05.931-04:00Eyes of the Enemy - Chasing DeathDeath is a thing that runs in the night chasing and chasing until the sun shines its light<br />
Life cloaks my every move as if it knows death cannot run as fast as me <br />
I can weave and dodge faster than any devilish demon being clever was never their strong point<br />
If they only knew how they created me<br />
Designed me like some fashionable dress<br />
Each stitch so delicately sewen and tied at the ends<br />
I think faster than them and desire for life and breath harder than any man <br />
These things can stop a bullet if necessary but it cannot turn back time<br />
Time is the only thing we do not have something the devil stole from us deep in the night<br />
My heart is like theirs pounding so strongly when the stars don't shine and the moon doesn't glow<br />
When their eyes turn so cold and black that only their breath breathes warm upon your back<br />
We have to run faster each day straight to the worlds end and back again<br />
Their sharp claws will weaken and crubble with each stab we prick <br />
And I will run faster and faster ahead of the rest salvation so burned into my soulAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-54773627621176221522010-04-22T22:15:00.002-04:002010-06-13T16:35:55.166-04:00Eyes of the Enemy - How Shall My Wings Grow?How shall my wings grow? I hope you shall never know<br />
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I cannot think them a gift from some thankless god but from some spineless demon from far below<br />
I want to imagine these wings with white ivory feathers so soft to slide gently between my tired bent fingers<br />
Instead I see a black cloak of darkness with my wings reflective upon the moon drenched night<br />
Shall I fly in the darkness with the stars to my back?<br />
Never to see the daybreak or light streams glistening on the water below<br />
I am not to be the angel of glory but the berenger of sorrow <br />
How shall my wings grow?<br />
If you are good, you shall never knowAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-27913587128940350112010-04-22T21:24:00.000-04:002010-04-22T21:24:53.429-04:00Eyes of the Enemy - Vance NashSometimes I just want to walk out that door and never look back. Maybe go back to the city or even head south to the beach, they say those creatures hate the heat. But then so do I and that's why I am here down in this freezing hole dishing out orders to civilians. I'm use to soldiers who know how to listen and take orders. Instead I have an army of drug dealers and militia radicals. <div><br />
</div><div>The doc keeps my men and women alive but I am pretty sure he has something else driving him and it's not saving our lives. He has an odd sensitivity to those half <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Vetela</span> breeders but I'm not sure why. He doesn't speak much and spends most of his time in those labs. I hate going down the place is creepy. When we first moved in here, we knew it was something special for the governments last stand. There are more nukes underneath us than the rest of the world leaders combined. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Obviously someone knew the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Vetala</span> were a scary bunch of assholes. But that didn't prepare us for what was left in those laboratories. The doc seemed to know more about what happened there than he put on but I wasn't about to ask. It appeared that the government knew about the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Vetala</span> long before they tried to inseminate themselves into human populous. I had suspicion that even our own government may have had something to do with creating the half breeds but that was all said and done before I was even born. </div><div><br />
</div><div>My focus was now on keeping the hundred or so people on this base alive and if that wasn't the case then I had the right to call it all off. They asked me to be in this position saying I was what was left of our own military but really all I am is a farm boy from Texas. Sometimes I can feel them swarming out there knowing we are here held down. Thanks to the United States government we had enough food and supplies for a hundred years if we wanted. </div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-28282312879963547822010-04-22T17:43:00.001-04:002010-04-22T21:22:30.894-04:00Eye's of the Enemy - Doctor John FritzSometimes I'm not sure it's even worth trying to treat the wounds of the living. No one knows how long they may stay alive even if I can save them. What's the point in being a doctor to this group of starving junkies and mercenaries. I tried to save the ones I could along the way. The trip from the city to Camp Zero is a blur at this point if not I couldn't sleep at night.<br />
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It's been twelve months and thirteen days since I had to say good bye to the love of my life, rest in peace my dear Carla. I wasn't going to let her be one of them, I won't be one of them, there will always be one bullet left in my pistol guaranteed. The Vetala seem to stay away from Camp Zero, maybe it's the mega tons of nuclear weapons that lay underneath our feet. I'm not sure who has taken up residence in the high tower who speaks frequently with someone underground but those two men hold the lives of everyone underneath their finger tips. One push of that little red button and I can see Carla once more.<br />
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It smells in this place, as if time stopped moving very long ago driving away all that was once alive. I'm lucky though to be here the military evidently loved to spend money experimenting on anything they could find. I've never seen so many different types of laboratory equipment, drugs I haven't ever heard of. When I'm not treating the wounded or sobering up the drugged I work late at night hoping to find a vaccine against the toxin the Vetala use to subdue their victim. The transformation from human to walking dead isn't instant and if I can find drug to counteract it before it spreads into the system maybe I can save the rest of these vagabonds.<br />
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There have been rumors that the remaining first breed are showing signs of transformation. This worries me more than being caught by the Vetala. These half human half Vetala could be the end of all that means to be human. No one knows how many mothers were impregnated with those wretched creatures DNA. Did they even know that what they had intended actually may have worked. A separate breed of creature with a mind of its own. If they are driven to the Vetala it will only throw another wrench into the cog.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-43496094444498148452010-04-05T13:02:00.003-04:002010-04-22T21:23:07.581-04:00Eyes of the Enemy - LucyWe call them Vetala. Of course there are many kinds that we know of but together we just group them together as Vetala. Wikipedia described a vetala (Sanskrit), or baital, is a vampire-like being from Hindu mythology. The vetala are defined as spirits inhabiting corpses and charnel grounds. These corpses may be used as vehicles for movement (as they no longer decay while so inhabited); but a vetala may also leave the body at will. <br />
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We thought it cheesy to call them zombie-vampires because they are unlike anything else imaginable in a horror movie. My name is Lucy and the rest of our gang has chosen me to begin our story because I have lived deeper in this human tragedy than anyone else. The year is 2080, some month, some day which we've lost count. The human population, that is those who do not live as puppets to the Vetala or walk dead with the blood of the Vetala flowing through their veins, is approximated at around 100,000. A few years ago it was double but the Vetala were able to break through two additional cities infecting most of the people they came across. <br />
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Now we huddle together in smaller groups, most of us far below ground or barricaded up in cities that have already fallen. The Vetala send out their strongest in search of what remains of human existence as if they can only feel successful if all of us are dead or converted. It is amazing how some people have survived, many I have to question since their actions of stupidity and poor behavior I would think would make them great targets as a Vetala dinner. <br />
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I haven't had the time to sit and write down our story, most of us have split up for now in search of food and especially ammo. I however have been in search of a well stocked medical laboratory. See there are a few of us who may hold the key to staying alive even if infected and figure out a way to destroy the Vetala or at least send them back where they came from which my assuption is Hell. <br />
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Here's the story as I know it. At first when the Vetala set their eyes on the human prize they believed the only way to begin the infection which would either turn a human into them or a mindless slave to use as dinner was to infect women who were pregnant. Those first humans died soon after child birth leaving children with no initial sign of infection. Aside from above average intelligence their appearance was nothing less than ordinary. This frustrated the Vetala that the infection stopped their so they went to phase two and either killed every human or infected them, stole their body or ate them.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-20046889059201354412010-03-26T10:55:00.000-04:002010-03-26T10:55:52.875-04:00Burying the BonesI have inherited all that was the strife of everyone before me<br />
the ashes still remain never set free from the pain it endured<br />
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there is no strength to let the days of old pass through <br />
the weight remains tied to the legs of those who can remember<br />
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when can the hands grab together to take claim to the blame<br />
the blindness killed the bones drove the stake to the heart and lungs<br />
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turn blind eye to the truth that lies in this blood drives the mind <br />
deeper deeper into to the wild of crossing strings and swaying dreams<br />
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the dagger is there in the bones in the strings that bind all of us<br />
we lick the wounds each time it jabs temporarily healing the soul<br />
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still the ashes remain tucked away out of sight out of mind<br />
they will never reform into what once was <br />
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a soul lost in the cold cold world <br />
left us here to remember what was or what could beAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-2138412457810165232010-02-15T21:34:00.002-05:002010-03-02T12:42:12.317-05:00The Course of Empire: DesolationHe stands along the shore, the ocean waves lapping at his bare feet<br />
This land so foreign to his own<br />
This is the air of his very own ancestors he can almost smell each and every mistake<br />
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There is very little resemblance to the art of old that escaped <br />
Some landmarks completely indistinguishable by the human eye<br />
For so long they feared facing the truth<br />
For so long they only wished to forget<br />
But that is what these people did and sees how the circle of man failed them<br />
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He could not forget not after being on this shore staring up at the mountain god<br />
There was no complete return to this place<br />
It was more of a monument a testimonial to how man could not handle the<br />
Sheer power of nature and the gods themselves<br />
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He wanted to study everything, touch everything<br />
If he felt what his ancestors felt then maybe he would learn how to be more than human<br />
So far from this place people learned to be one with nature to be of nature<br />
If not to preserve the human race <br />
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Remember what we once were<br />
The birds cry in the distance each one settling into their rightful place<br />
How long ago did man have a place, where was the beginning? <br />
This land was not the creation only one step in our own evolution <br />
One day we will understand how to harness all that is around us<br />
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But this was not the time and nature harnessed and destroyed us<br />
The man saw what needed to be seen, he needed to repeat the art <br />
The people needed to know before growing forward harnessing their own strength<br />
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The crumbling of the falsehood was beautiful and made his eyes weep<br />
Some may cry in sorrow but his sorrow had been buried in the rubble of his ancestors<br />
His home so far away would not have been if not for this mistake and the mistakes before<br />
Children cannot learn if their parents do not show how to make mistakesAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-85021213449457577032010-02-15T21:09:00.001-05:002010-02-15T21:10:29.453-05:00The Course of Empire: DestructionHis fingers have grown crooked and unusable <br />
The tea cup impossible to hold without two hands<br />
He likens his own state to the once beautiful and most loved lands <br />
The trees on the mountain god have grown without care and concern<br />
At one time the road leading to the sea smelled of jasmine and evergreens<br />
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There is no more worship in the great temple dedicated to the great gods so long ago<br />
The rebels trample on their own forefathers as if they spit on their very souls<br />
The old one fear for their lives and for their memories of all that could have been<br />
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In the back room he holds on to what little could be saved<br />
There are rumors of departure just as their ancestors once embarked<br />
Where will they go, the ones who desire freedom from chaos and immorality? <br />
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He is too old and frail to travel the stars but his creations will last eternity<br />
He stares again at his very hands, how wonderful the ability to create beauty<br />
There are others who use their hands to destroy and wreck<br />
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He pities those who cannot see what lies ahead fighting among themselves<br />
Destroying our gods<br />
That was no one’s plans<br />
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This is why they have fought back against our own rising tide <br />
The winds have grown the mountain crumbling under our own feet<br />
Our own evil desires have amplified in our own blood pushed by the environment itself<br />
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We will eventually sacrifice ourselves back to the ocean as a gift of our pity<br />
The ocean will cough and churn and deny our salvation <br />
Leaving the only solution of waving the white flagAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-51040471683427754672010-02-15T20:38:00.000-05:002010-02-15T20:38:23.646-05:00The Course of Empire: The Consummation of EmpireHis eyes so tired the events outside occurring so quickly<br />
Oh how they rebel rouse down the street and back<br />
He refuses to intermingle with their desires and needs<br />
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The city of gold and glimmer is a trophy of man over nature, over the gods themselves<br />
Out of his window the road weaves and slithers to the very peak of the great mountain god<br />
Each stone has covered all that the great builders saw as they stepped upon this soil<br />
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Trees scatter the skyline as a token a medallion of past serenity <br />
His mind focuses again to the street<br />
Do these fools comprehend the gravity of what they have done?<br />
This is not progress<br />
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This is humanity descending down the mountain of morality<br />
His job is just to record and observe<br />
He quotes versus of past masters but no one listens<br />
His ancestors cry in the night yelling and screaming for them to stop<br />
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The others say we have no enemies and the sky is the limit<br />
We came from the sky he knows the fathers brought us here to the mountain god<br />
They left their mistakes their evil desires<br />
But man will be man and we will see how the circle of desire spins into chaosAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-16194815743412058472010-02-10T09:53:00.001-05:002010-03-02T12:43:16.384-05:00The Architects DreamHis commission was higher than ever imaginable <br />
But the presentation had to be perfect<br />
For so long they lived alone building and progressing<br />
And now the others were coming<br />
He held his fears to himself <br />
Nothing good could come from showboating<br />
The goals of the forefathers were simple <br />
Their lives even more so<br />
However the children would think differently<br />
Prove to the others how strong they had become<br />
Prove how all this greatness they earned<br />
The Architect looked out over the sea<br />
He imagined how the first man felt as<br />
He made claim to this beautiful shore<br />
How horrible it would be to design something <br />
So wonderful yet to have it one day stolen or<br />
Worse to crumble to the bottom of the sea<br />
To the left he saw steeples and chapels rising to the gods<br />
To the right wondrous places of learning and advancement<br />
And all around citizens could wonder in bliss and peace as they<br />
Smelled the honeysuckle and roses<br />
He laid back on his blanket and stared at the clouds above<br />
They swirled in and out of shapes like gods frolicking in the sun<br />
That same sun drenched warmth all upon his shoulders and down<br />
To the blanket spread upon the marble<br />
Here in the center of all life he began to paint and design <br />
Great colors would dash across the canvas<br />
Later he would put it all on paper, design each corner of the city<br />
Until it was absolutely perfect<br />
Then they would come and marvel at what we have wishing <br />
They had followed in our steps and not their ownAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-54536062108892185792010-02-10T09:45:00.000-05:002010-02-10T09:45:51.830-05:00Two youths Enter Upon a PilgrimageThe artist had taken upon himself two apprentices <br />
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His commissions had become too great to handle alone<br />
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The city had grown too fast, too busy to keep up<br />
The young boys favored the artificiality of the city <br />
Thus it was time to leave behind such falsehood <br />
For something far more real than either could imagine<br />
<br />
To create life you must experience it<br />
To create life you have to escape beyond the walls of advancement<br />
Breathe the mother of gods into your lungs and down to your soul<br />
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Their hearts beat rapidly as if the foreign land sucked the air <br />
From their lifeless shell <br />
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Each one pointing out how artificial the city seemed far in the distance <br />
Each one quoting some forefather that once stood on this hill <br />
And looked down on the sea with wild eyes and excitement<br />
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If only each one of them only once stood in that very spot<br />
Would the city breathe life and desire as it once did<br />
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Maybe oh maybe these young boys may save this land<br />
Maybe there was hope to bring back to the people<br />
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Or would they paint and create what probably would be<br />
The reality of advancement of man and beingAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-21158921354799268272010-02-10T09:41:00.001-05:002010-02-13T10:12:53.611-05:00Change in LandscapeThe lone cardinal sat on his throne<br />
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He marveled on how peaceful this day was<br />
The robin had taken a day off decreeing that it was just too cold<br />
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The snow sat steady on the branches<br />
Each limb asking for a reprieve <br />
But each flake landed as if it had practiced this before<br />
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The cardinal thought about the stream below <br />
Rushing a little more than yesterday<br />
No deer to trample by today, the water just too deep<br />
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He could hear the squirrels chattering in their nest<br />
Just the day before the cat bird yelled as one <br />
Nearly knocked him off his perch <br />
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But today the cardinal sat alone with just the chiming of the wind<br />
The creek of the branches below and the soft flutter<br />
of bright white snowAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034797541401573529.post-59767073864242757082010-01-31T21:14:00.000-05:002010-01-31T21:14:47.826-05:00The Course of Empire - The Arcadian or Pastoral StateOh beautiful land we have aquainted ourselves upon<br />
I smell the earth and grass we have sown<br />
Each flower we multiply their sweet breath filling the air<br />
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We have built out of stone not metal it's cool to the touch<br />
At night we sit watching the deep embers of the sun set<br />
deep beyond the sea<br />
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The temple lights flicker in the distance a symbol of our <br />
undying desire to move past our weakness through the<br />
god's power to design such greatness<br />
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Soon we will name the mountains and river to signify <br />
our presence on this land this is how life moves <br />
forward through the rubble and shame <br />
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Each and every day we pray for the others not so <br />
fortunate those who stayed behind<br />
One day our childrens children will forget the star we <br />
called home <br />
Forget the land that almost destroyed us all <br />
Forever to recreate greatness<br />
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Tomorrow we celebrate never to return<br />
this is home, this is livingAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509866324337528754noreply@blogger.com0