Forum: Creative Writing

I always try to journey on the Solstices and Equinoxes, and tend to write as I go along. Often later it reads disjointed (reading it in a different mindset from the mindset with which it was penned) but sometimes I can make sense of some of it with the waking brain. Basically carry on a deep love affair with the ocean. It's really silly, I know, but it is there and only there I feel wholly understood and accepted, and no other being on earth that can evoke within me fully the depths and heights of life. There really is no other lover on earth who I can relate to in such a full, all encompassing way. This is where I feel truly at home. Although there are other places of beauty deep in the mountains, or on an open highland plain, that I have also found what to me is the equivalent of some people's God- as much as I feel love there, there is yet only one true lover for me, and that is the ocean at the tide-line. I feel shy about sharing some of this, and others have to remain secret because it is just...

sequel to kelly's heroes player is dba, a low-level party-interrogator in 1950, in eastern Poland... interviewing an old woman about stolen farm-equipment the 1st map are two farms... player arrives by horse... an innocent investigation begins... Stalin's secret-police are suddenly there, with horses and trucks... amidst gunplay, player discovers Frank Bedanski alongwith a diary about hidden trains and a wedding-gift to Louisa Ulrika of Prussia cutscenes and flashbacks on the siege of Warsaw, and the stashing-away of 'the karamel keg' the 2nd map is a ghost-town without a name, on the road to Moscow... introducing bedanski's partners; Wynn Bolick and a Polynesian woman; Mermaid... a plane buzzes them... another truckload of stalinist police arrive...

this is a poem i wrote several years ago. it's a nonsense poem about my brther-in-law's habit of leaving his empty mugs on fenceposts around his property Teacups on the fence As we worked around the place, we'd find them here and there. Some with Santas, some with flowers, one with a teddy bear. The stars and moon shown clear and bright under the lazy summer sun,

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"pretstava za univerzumot" is the macedonian term its my own personal performance how i understand the universe. time 14:44 to 17:50 day 28.February.2012. its my mother's life again hanging on the rope as it did the previous dragon year 2000. back then i was the one to blow it now i am the one to save it. let me first get it all to the end of the chapter i'll come back to brief you later.

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The summer of 69 had been the turning point in the war, the American public was still in a state of chock from the unexpected Tet offensive, they had been led to believe that the Communists lacked the ability to launch any massive effort. But the reality in and around Hue and Khe Sanh was proof enough to this fact. Nobody really gave a shit who's real estate it was, some Gen. had the bright idea that Khe Sanh would be an effective resource against insurgent activity along the border with Laos, as well as running ReCon flights on Uncle Ho's trail. We had been busy all morning rebuilding LZs for the Marine regiment that was trying to keep route 9 open. The weather was thick, bad enough to make the pages of your Playboy stick together just at the wrong place, and its tough to spank the chimp to some fucked up political article. So the morning sexual frustrations resulted in using charges to clear the parameter tree line, even if a few logs did end up on the mess tent, most everybody pulled up a...

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Libraries of memories is where I dwell Chapter upon chapters of never-ending hell I've read each thrice and then some These books without words, my mind left so numb All tell a story of a life twice misguided

My sad attempt once again, just got bored and wanted to type. Optical lenses that keeps records of the past, present, and the future, a past of being alone, solitary to take comfort into someone’s home is not tolerable insecurity still lingers although it’s not ashamed to rear its face nevertheless, “ I am bless to say” who to say and why they say I’m allowed to see another day? Love sliding my heart against asphalt ensuring to create beautiful sparks only to be constantly sending many violent rays, slightly burning my book with fabricated carbon she scribbles ferociously, eating at me alive, she vows till the day until we die then I held my head up high, there’s a separation between the moon and the sun I knew love was a lie I’m feeling the need to peel my flesh back safely removing the dissolving arrow that prickled my flesh hoping for the best lest to say she be part of my last Funny comments. ::p:

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