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Like mirrors with teeth

Unfiltered, unbroken

Laying waste in their wake

Unabashed and unfettered

Without debt to lay claim

Impressing, improving

They enrich our lives

Impossibly impish

The truth through their eyes

'My mommy is fat'

Words never held back

'My daddy is bald'

They never give slack

Once we were cool

And we were the rage

I keep telling my mom

I was never that age

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Like mirrors with teeth
Unfiltered, unbroken
Laying waste in their wake
Unabashed and unfettered
Without debt to lay claim
Impressing, improving
They enrich our lives
Impossibly impish
The truth through their eyes
'My mommy is fat'
Words never held back
'My daddy is bald'
They never give slack
Once we were cool
And we were the rage
I keep telling my mom
I was never that age
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Masquerade

I am such a fraud

And a social charlatan

Master of soft outs

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Masquerade
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Peace Treaty for an Addict

Lay down your arms, girl

There's nothing left to defend, girl

Bring the self-destruction

To an end

Waging wars on yourself, girl

Will leave you nowhere to run

Wave the white flag

Lower your gun

Abandon your post

Soldier, you're done

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Peace Treaty for an Addict
Lay down your arms, girl
There's nothing left to defend, girl
Bring the self-destruction
To an end
Waging wars on yourself, girl
Will leave you nowhere to run
Wave the white flag
Lower your gun
Abandon your post
Soldier, you're done
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An Edict of Penance

Trials of The Gunfighter

The heavy wings of the black birds beat at the air angrily as they took flight, looking back at the scene below, watching it unfold. The Gunfighter spun this way and that, pointing his pistol at seemingly nothing as the vicious swirls of dust tore at his flesh, threatening to pry out his eyes. In vain, he fired his gun several times, wildly scarring the desert with pockmarks. In a final frustration, he threw down his gun, clenched his fists and screamed "Enough!!!"

Everything just outside of arms reach of him seemed to pulse from emotion as a violent, pale blue light burst out of his very body. The earth itself jumped, belching sand and dirt in its sudden spasm. The two swirling clouds of dust collapsed in on themselves, as a black smoke wisped from their polar ends, the remains of their sandy corpses raining to the ground.

His knees buckling, Jack knelt to the ground, looking up to the small flock that was gently floating away. "What was that?" He hoarsely yelled. The ravens, never responding, only looked back as they flew off toward the hillside.

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An Edict of Penance
Trials of The Gunfighter

The heavy wings of the black birds beat at the air angrily as they took flight, looking back at the scene below, watching it unfold. The Gunfighter spun this way and that, pointing his pistol at seemingly nothing as the vicious swirls of dust tore at his flesh, threatening to pry out his eyes. In vain, he fired his gun several times, wildly scarring the desert with pockmarks. In a final frustration, he threw down his gun, clenched his fists and screamed "Enough!!!"

Everything just outside of arms reach of him seemed to pulse from emotion as a violent, pale blue light burst out of his very body. The earth itself jumped, belching sand and dirt in its sudden spasm. The two swirling clouds of dust collapsed in on themselves, as a black smoke wisped from their polar ends, the remains of their sandy corpses raining to the ground.

His knees buckling, Jack knelt to the ground, looking up to the small flock that was gently floating away. "What was that?" He hoarsely yelled. The ravens, never responding, only looked back as they flew off toward the hillside.
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A haiku or two

Health and beauty fade

The blue sky gives into grey

Even birds must land

Or

Progeny my goal

The cigar is bittersweet

I bellow forth smoke

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A haiku or two
Health and beauty fade
The blue sky gives into grey
Even birds must land

Or

Progeny my goal
The cigar is bittersweet
I bellow forth smoke
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Short Division

Softly she whispers

"I have packed up my suitcase"

"I'm not coming back"

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Short Division
Softly she whispers
"I have packed up my suitcase"
"I'm not coming back"
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A murder, a guide, and a gunfighter

Trials of The Gunfighter

The small campfire was dwindling, but he'd been aware of their closing presence for a short while. The only thing more noticeable than the soft scurrying in the dust and irritable panting, was the absence of their baying in the distance on this clear, moonlit night. These coyotes were moving in and he couldn't be sure of their intentions. The air was still, the wood in the dying fire softly crackled, and as Jack contemplated the situation, he could only come to the same conclusion: "Damn, I wish I had a pistol."

They finally stepped into his direct view, careful to keep wide of the fire. Seven animals that appeared to be as wretched and vile as any he had encountered before. He had seen a couple of them recently, but they kept their distance, and he had been thankful of that. While he had never regarded them as a direct threat to him, he had no desire to compete with them for the scarce amount of food he had managed to find for himself. They slowly sat, one by one, making a semicircle that faced him. Of the seven, only one kept constant eye contact with him, making him uneasy. This one was unremarkable in size, but so red in color that he would have mistaken it as a very large fox, if he'd only managed to catch but a glimpse of it.

The animals had stopped panting; even their breathing was imperceptible. He slowly sat up a bit, noticing that the air itself seemed to grow cold. He felt it retreat, then wash over him again as though it was lapping upon him like the waves of the ocean upon the shore. Suddenly he was completely disinterested in the small wolves surrounding him as the very sand beneath his hands seemed to offer new sensation. As he grasped at it and felt it slip from his grip, he became aware that he seemed to 'sense' their thoughts. He looked up and into the eyes of the red coyote and realized that somehow, they were now connected. He understood that they both knew the intentions of the other and this animal meant to reveal its purpose.

"I am Ho Guia, loyal servant of Ortandu and we are the spirits who walk the sand, the wretched wolves of the dawn and dusk. When a man expires and passes on to the dark path between worlds, we are the ones who guide him to the waters that wash away time itself, the river of unity. You managed to find the in-between, but your soul was never meant to walk those hills. Time is an illusion that man dreamt up, and how long you may have tread those plains, we will never know. But the dark god saw your wandering soul and bid us to find and return you."

"When I found you standing at the dry gulch, you were staring across at a shore you were never meant to reach. By nature, your soul led you to that point and fed you the desire to join with the life-force that joins us all to the sun and stars. My presence is a force meant simply to guide, and by his desire, I led you back to this world. Your previous life is now a path you may no longer follow. The man who killed you sought to rebalance the scales that are, by design, assigned to the author of destiny. He had previously made forfeit on his own fate and offered your soul to close on that ledger."

"But Ortandu has granted you his blessing and this gift of the alter-life. You are bestowed the task of distributing penance and to adjudicate obligation. Now you are the vessel of equal measure, the cold balance of the dark god. Your charge is to fate and fate alone. Some men manage to change their destiny and evade its unbiased designed. Your burden is to realign that path and send them to cross the river of unity."

"But what of my life, of which I so faintly recollect? What of my past, of which steps I cannot recall? Who am and was I? What does this 'dark god' intend for me when this mission is done? Who is he and when do I return to that life?" Jack stammered out in half whispers and thick thought.

"The man you were is but a shadow. Alas, that destiny is closed to you, as you walk the earth as a spirit of vengeance. Death is a gateway you will never know again, and for you, time stands still. You are not alone, and others work to maintain this balance that only the gods may imagine up. Now, you are of us. A part of this fantastic machine that has only been guessed at since man walked this world. You are the third part of this pact of blood and soul. Soon, you will speak to the cuervos de amenecer."

As quickly as the cold had swept upon him, it subsided. He no longer felt the connection and he watched as the coyotes retreated from view. He sat there for a long time, wondering, listening to the smoldering fire protest its own impending death.

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A murder, a guide, and a gunfighter
Trials of The Gunfighter

The small campfire was dwindling, but he'd been aware of their closing presence for a short while. The only thing more noticeable than the soft scurrying in the dust and irritable panting, was the absence of their baying in the distance on this clear, moonlit night. These coyotes were moving in and he couldn't be sure of their intentions. The air was still, the wood in the dying fire softly crackled, and as Jack contemplated the situation, he could only come to the same conclusion: "Damn, I wish I had a pistol."

They finally stepped into his direct view, careful to keep wide of the fire. Seven animals that appeared to be as wretched and vile as any he had encountered before. He had seen a couple of them recently, but they kept their distance, and he had been thankful of that. While he had never regarded them as a direct threat to him, he had no desire to compete with them for the scarce amount of food he had managed to find for himself. They slowly sat, one by one, making a semicircle that faced him. Of the seven, only one kept constant eye contact with him, making him uneasy. This one was unremarkable in size, but so red in color that he would have mistaken it as a very large fox, if he'd only managed to catch but a glimpse of it.

The animals had stopped panting; even their breathing was imperceptible. He slowly sat up a bit, noticing that the air itself seemed to grow cold. He felt it retreat, then wash over him again as though it was lapping upon him like the waves of the ocean upon the shore. Suddenly he was completely disinterested in the small wolves surrounding him as the very sand beneath his hands seemed to offer new sensation. As he grasped at it and felt it slip from his grip, he became aware that he seemed to 'sense' their thoughts. He looked up and into the eyes of the red coyote and realized that somehow, they were now connected. He understood that they both knew the intentions of the other and this animal meant to reveal its purpose.

"I am Ho Guia, loyal servant of Ortandu and we are the spirits who walk the sand, the wretched wolves of the dawn and dusk. When a man expires and passes on to the dark path between worlds, we are the ones who guide him to the waters that wash away time itself, the river of unity. You managed to find the in-between, but your soul was never meant to walk those hills. Time is an illusion that man dreamt up, and how long you may have tread those plains, we will never know. But the dark god saw your wandering soul and bid us to find and return you."

"When I found you standing at the dry gulch, you were staring across at a shore you were never meant to reach. By nature, your soul led you to that point and fed you the desire to join with the life-force that joins us all to the sun and stars. My presence is a force meant simply to guide, and by his desire, I led you back to this world. Your previous life is now a path you may no longer follow. The man who killed you sought to rebalance the scales that are, by design, assigned to the author of destiny. He had previously made forfeit on his own fate and offered your soul to close on that ledger."

"But Ortandu has granted you his blessing and this gift of the alter-life. You are bestowed the task of distributing penance and to adjudicate obligation. Now you are the vessel of equal measure, the cold balance of the dark god. Your charge is to fate and fate alone. Some men manage to change their destiny and evade its unbiased designed. Your burden is to realign that path and send them to cross the river of unity."

"But what of my life, of which I so faintly recollect? What of my past, of which steps I cannot recall? Who am and was I? What does this 'dark god' intend for me when this mission is done? Who is he and when do I return to that life?" Jack stammered out in half whispers and thick thought.

"The man you were is but a shadow. Alas, that destiny is closed to you, as you walk the earth as a spirit of vengeance. Death is a gateway you will never know again, and for you, time stands still. You are not alone, and others work to maintain this balance that only the gods may imagine up. Now, you are of us. A part of this fantastic machine that has only been guessed at since man walked this world. You are the third part of this pact of blood and soul. Soon, you will speak to the cuervos de amenecer."

As quickly as the cold had swept upon him, it subsided. He no longer felt the connection and he watched as the coyotes retreated from view. He sat there for a long time, wondering, listening to the smoldering fire protest its own impending death.
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A lifetime is not enough (and yet too long)

In those prolonged dawns and dusks

Between the conscious and the not

Terrible demons of regret and remorse

Bid that I recall

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A lifetime is not enough (and yet too long)
In those prolonged dawns and dusks
Between the conscious and the not
Terrible demons of regret and remorse
Bid that I recall
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Hurt together

To whom it may concern

If you are sad

Then it is unlikely

That I can make you happy

But I can build you

The finest fort made of sheets

And if you need to hurt

Then hurt

And I will hurt

With you

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Hurt together
To whom it may concern
If you are sad
Then it is unlikely
That I can make you happy
But I can build you
The finest fort made of sheets
And if you need to hurt
Then hurt
And I will hurt
With you
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Ignorance was bliss

With this last kiss

I make one wish

That I didn't know

What you didn't want me to

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Ignorance was bliss
With this last kiss
I make one wish
That I didn't know
What you didn't want me to
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