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Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
Corruptions exist
    Many of cruelness
    Many of religion
    Many of sickness
    Many of well being
    Many of evil
    Many of peace

Corrupt the soul into acting on anew
Yet the peaceful cannot be corrupted.
The longer the company,
The easier the corruption.
Corruption does not annihilate one trait,
For only it can hide it, to its extend.

Curiosity and the yearning to learn,
Can never be manipulated, only hid.

It's up to the peaceful to uncover
it.
Written June 14, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
You wish to think deep
    Yet wishing what you thought is wrong.
I walk with a heavy heart
    From the source that which fuels desire
I think, can I trust any?
    With what the little trust I already have?
I wonder, can I love any?
    Only if they do unto me that trust.

But there are those I love
Yet fueling me the heavy heart.
And bringing me into this cursed life.
However, they're my birthright,
And are meant to love.
Written June 8, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
It's just 3 short of 12
And the death knell is no more.
The grave is clear now
Soon building where light takes its place.
As we recall our memory,
Almost as if, it were yesterday.
When in the blink of an eye,
Existed the flames and fire of horror.

Seeing those in air, falling
And bouncing back up to heaven
Or going straight through
Because of the evil they held.
Sorrow influence millions
While others far away cheered
The cloud covers that
Horrible image of what stood no more.

Those who caused this
As well the others who harbored it
Have payed dearly
And lost their prideful foothold
Yet there is more
That which we are moving on to.
Perhaps just to prevent
Another day of infamy elsewhere.

We will never forget
And the death knell is no more.
Written May 28, 2012
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I see now my intentions
Of life, of living
I consider a first step
To why we are here.
A question that is asked
Left unanswered
So I will start learning
Yet so far, not near
But where as better to start
Than at the cosmos?
Written May 25, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I read one another's
and I ponder so.
I thinks it a clue,
To what I yet not know
A decision of two
Pushing to and fro
Whether to shine light,
Or search and go
And pull into the light,
What I may yet not know.
Or is it what I fear?
My outmatching foe?
Going here and there
And giving sorrow
Of failure again?
Written May 19, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I go moving, from place to place.
Only looking, with the same face.

I remember trying since that day.
Yet failing the same, in every way.

So forgetting that, and moving on,
Seeking elsewhere, from dusk til dawn.

I let myself down, a second time,
Such failure I hate, again to mime.

Great sorrow weighted me down til now.
This time, not to give up, is what I vow.
Written May 13, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
You have finally renewed your sight
Here is the highest of content.
Your soul has become extremely light
No more smaller than the prevalent dent.
        Has difference come unto you.

A pinch of hole has entered in space
That could not be cut with a mere knife
But with spirit and peace, there is a case
That you can find what's really to life
The meaning comes unto you.

Deep and conscious thought is ease to ye
Not just deep thoughts for shallow minds.
Soon, maybe soon, you shall see
God will be with you to find you finds.
        Peace, has come unto you.
Written May 7, 2002
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