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hymn when _terror_ knocksIn this day We don't answer to crusades of terror. We don't entertain tirades of grief, Unflattering is the beast that shows his teeth.hymn when _terror_ knocks
In this day, We all go the peaceful way, We all wear our civil chains, When terror rears, we pull the reins, Enforcing peace with iron might, Auctioning our Brains, / to the Absolute Right!
Terror, light as a feather, Dark as death, but whether - Whether -
They're phantoms of civilized being. Gum in the gears, They're only dictated by their fears. Why don't the brutes help make a better life? &
by =SunshineCasy
an awful lot like death_Love |an awful lot like death_
is an awful lot like death No matter what you want It trumps all that, As if you never had control in the first place And while you sit by paralyzed Unable to reach outside your eyes, Saying - "oh my GOD -"
As this outside force Makes you do things you swore never to do It sees no obstacle Cares of no enterprise, It will make a blood-letter of a pacifist And beautify any beast, Love drags you to where the truth is Whether you wanted to see it or not.
by =SunshineCasy
Psychology Struggle JournalsThese are the "last two journals". I put them together to avoid topic confusion.Psychology Struggle Journals
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Tomorrow's my appointment with the counselor. I'm going to ask him how I can go about getting an honest psychological checkup of sorts. First of all, for OCD, OCPD, or Pure O.
I'm sick of spending all this time on the computer "figuring out myself". The self mythos I perpetuated is hollow and lacking imagination, only ran by compulsion, and I'm starting to think it is my only instance of OCD. I can't enjoy a movie without thinking of something else, obssessively. This is not right and I have put up with it for too long
by =SunshineCasy
The Cerise SandSaid my laughing brain to my sobbing heart, "Oh, how you are romanced by your art. 'Oh! the sand, the cerise sand, The virgin sand posessed with a reddish glow, This is where the spineless go, To the curves of purgatorio, Where the milipedes and scorpions dwell, In the striations of sand, just better than hell, You kneel and spoon and eat the sand, Impelled by an invisible, unsympathetic hand, You're bewitched, drawn into the reddish glow, For your better welfare, you should know, If you just put forth the effort to - stand, stand Wash yourself of the staining sand,The Cerise Sand
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Poetry of Casey J. Marshall
hymn when _terror_ knocksIn this day We don't answer to crusades of terror. We don't entertain tirades of grief, Unflattering is the beast that shows his teeth.hymn when _terror_ knocks
In this day, We all go the peaceful way, We all wear our civil chains, When terror rears, we pull the reins, Enforcing peace with iron might, Auctioning our Brains, / to the Absolute Right!
Terror, light as a feather, Dark as death, but whether - Whether -
They're phantoms of civilized being. Gum in the gears, They're only dictated by their fears. Why don't the brutes help make a better life? &
by =SunshineCasy
The Cerise SandSaid my laughing brain to my sobbing heart, "Oh, how you are romanced by your art. 'Oh! the sand, the cerise sand, The virgin sand posessed with a reddish glow, This is where the spineless go, To the curves of purgatorio, Where the milipedes and scorpions dwell, In the striations of sand, just better than hell, You kneel and spoon and eat the sand, Impelled by an invisible, unsympathetic hand, You're bewitched, drawn into the reddish glow, For your better welfare, you should know, If you just put forth the effort to - stand, stand Wash yourself of the staining sand,The Cerise Sand
by =SunshineCasy
WhirligigI know, I know, it could, I think, I might, I know, I should Maybe, could be, I might - I ought To focus on another thought? My reflex is evasion - - flashing through a new equation - Of the need to stop - go - rest Before I burn in the urge to test, Myself. Right?Whirligig
It could, I think I might, I should, I know, I know, row row row the boat, I'm struggling to stay afloat, In details, minute, I need to think! Before, below the the lucid line I sink! I can, I will, despite my inclination, My temper, my tendancies are - broken, Like a r
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Pyrimeds and PricesDeath's coefficient nature may provide An example for the engineering of life; The human lust to create an imitation, May compress, devalue, an entire imagination, Don't trust it; don't accept the bloodied stone; You can't make the wild God your own,Pyrimeds and Prices
Don't accept the grace of the death so soon, Don't cup with young hands, the devil's way, What a shame for flesh to turn to clay, What a shame to allow these souls to rend, Into an animalistic, survivalist's end,
Presidents, Fuhrers, Pharaohs and kings, Understand what to give to achieve these things, The
by =SunshineCasy
Ray"Ray"Ray
Rant as much as you like, I will listen. Take two days, or take two years, I will stay. Cry with anger, cry with sadness, For grief is but a fraction, Let us take these boundless tears, And turn them into action.
- Casey J. Marshall, 2009 All rights reserved.
by =SunshineCasy
Tyrant PoemsThe Tyrant and MeTyrant Poems
In my head, admiring my infamy, A tyrant watches over me, With the muscle of my darkest fears, Black fur, cold scales, teeth on its ears With eyes like a crowing cockatrice That can turn my laughter into ice
With a mouth that licks souls and swallows them wholes, For every choice I take, it gathers its tolls, Whatever sounds like sin to me! Says it, becomes incarnate blasphemy.
In a dark place I threaten and hiss Avoiding my furry false savior's kiss Nobody helps me, nobody knows, Nobody knows the places we goes, Wh
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Death and Disadvantage(Stanza 1: Attention.)Death and Disadvantage
It comes to your attention during a crisis, Not that my issues matter more than yours, But all and all, nobody's issues matter - Effort and intention shatter, Jealousy and inequality hinge only on the idea, That our natural rights hold any retention, Beyond our our persona's purest intentions.
(Stanza 2: Randomnity.)
Not so. At any point - through any crisis - anything could fall, Through disaster, the mighty may be reduced to mice, Through fortune, the homeless, elevated to avarice Power is taken and given, in random port
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The Gate MonsterCreated by Mark Muniz Written by Casey J. Marshall.The Gate Monster
The Gate Monster (Tentative Title)
PART I
Once upon a time, there was a village whose fate Was determined by the monster camping out by its gate. Its head was covered in clouds, except for its mouth It was dirty, and rotting, it was rude and uncouth.
Its claws were like diamond, and its skin was leathern. Its teeth were like razors, and its throat like a cavern, It was scarier than scary, and faster than fast, And its every putrid breath was like a terrible blast.
The villagers tried, b
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What can we do. I think the poison being emitted from jets at they fly past is a clear indication the government does not want our opinion on the state of the weather.
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No, my true ambition is not about writing. My true ambition is to someday host a breakfast potluck in the park.
D: Eh, prolly.
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The Failure Fairy musta done it.
*insert more money to continue*
Oh look, they're back. False alarm.
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No, my true ambition is not about writing. My true ambition is to someday host a breakfast potluck in the park.
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