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Friday, April 27, 2012

The Man In Green

Written by: Jeffrey Arce

Who is this young man?
This young man in green?
He walks into a room,
His face so young,
Yet so rough and mean.
With all the experiences of a grown man,
But no older than eighteen.
This young man,
This young man in green.
You couldn't imagine all the things he had seen.
All the things he can still see every time he closes his eyes.
The blood still there, pouring from them with every blink.
Just think...
This child has been declared old enough to kill,
But somehow not old enough to drink.
Who is this young man?
This young man in green?
Putting his life on the line,
So that we can continue to sleep soundly and dream.
Now he comes home.
There are no praises, nor cheers, nor joyful screams.
Only a handful of friends and family are there to show him how much he means.
This young man!
This young man in green!
He returns to a world where no one cares.
He returns to a world,
Where their peaceful world is taken for granted.
It is so unfair.
Nobody understands,
The young man.
The young man in green.
The young man who's eyes have seen,
His last drop of blood,
As he turns the gun and rids himself of all the guilt,
All the pain,
All the disregard,
And all of the haunting dreams.
Reminding him of the man,
The innocent young man,
That he used to be.
The man in green.

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Location:Poetry

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Her Cries

Written by: Jeffrey Arce


Don't you hear her screams?
Don't you hear her cries?
Don't you see her pain?
Or do you just cover your eyes?
Don't you feel her writhe?
She gave us our life,
And in turn,
We're just going to let her wither and die?
Don't you believe their Lies!
Fore the masters of your civilizations,
They care not weather she lives or dies.
And it is them whom you should despise.
Not your people,
Not your neighbors,
Nor your mothers,
Nor your creators.
The false demi gods,
That claim their will endowed upon them by your makers,
Will be the laborers of your destruction,
And the murderers of her;
Oh great mother Earth.
Don't you see her cry?
Don't you see the tears in her eyes?
Or do you look away with guilt and open wide?
As you allow your destructor,
To feed you his lies.

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Location:Poetry

Monday, April 23, 2012

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Our obsession for destruction and an appending apocalypse, may very well make us the masters of our own demise. Mind over mater is very much a real thing, which research in noetic science has proven, and if we all focus on one single thought we could cause that one thought to come to reality. Could our paranoia and fear of a looming doom be the result of a true cataclysmic event?

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

My awesome Alien drawing




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Location:Alien


HURRAY!!! Watching Toy Story 3!

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