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Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2011
I loathe you.  
  
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness  
  
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyeilding.  
  
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...  
  
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind  
  
"Black as holes within a memory"  
  
The daunting truth of the brutalisation  
  
My unsound justice is left unserved...  
  
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes  
  
Ever to be sought your death comes to me on swift winds  
  
Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!  
  
Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book reenactments  
  
Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright  
  
These forces are relentless...  
  
Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm  
  
For a time my vengeance seems less fleeting...  
  
A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand  
  
The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2011
On the other side I can see him  
  
Neither here nor there...  
  
Perhaps somewhere in between...  
  
Maybe even just... A dream?  
  
My tears are his laughter  
  
Pushing thoughts from my mind and into his own  
  
He takes the stand  
  
An audience of one, I am forced to watch the show alone  
  
With mirrored eyes I can see only but a reflection  
  
...Not of me but rather something-- Or someone else...  
  
Like premonitions of death the pictures are dark  
  
But with the curtain uncalled "the show must go on"  
  
His porcelain doll eyes yield no remorse...  
  
A life left un-lived these visions run their course  
  
Sacrificing love for life  
  
I was forced to watch my mother die  
  
Left behind, a soul by thine own hand...  
  
A darker chapter still left to see?  
  
Or am I simply catching a glimpse of what could of been?  
  
A "dark passenger" I'm seeing just the same...
Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2011
As the buzzing, humming, whirr was pulled towards the centres I felt the awesome intensity of the energy that is so often perceived to be that of the colossal being  Alpha and Omega. There was blinding light and ear splitting sound as this entity sensed my energy in acknowledgement. My mouth fell open and spilt words nearly silent that whispered "What is this plain of existence?"  Like clouds of ****** the being seemed to shimmer, speaking not with words but rather through my soul itself, filling me with it's brilliant light. I felt warm but had chills from within and shaking in my feet.  
  
                I was given a purpose and a place. My mind had been set free. I felt as the being departed the vessel of which I am contained it left behind something that I already had owned but it had simply shown me the way...  
  
    
  
I hope only that this gift does not go to waste.

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