shadow

Death

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Light and Dark

Light turns shadow
Shadow grows darker
Brightness has left from my eyes

Light has left me
Darkness calls me
As I sink into these lies

The world has called me
And I will answer
As I fall into this void

Sleep now takes me
Life has left me
Now I lie dead and cold.

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The Temple of Mars

Make way my brothers for I must leave
Descend further in an ever deeper Shadow
To the Temple of Mars
Paved in all the blood and scars
Horrors oh the sweet Horrors
I shall seek to transcend
And perhaps reach in some end the truth of life
by which darkness makes the light ever brighter
And should I profane what be it in me insane
than may it be for me to remain
In the Temple of Mars

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is the most personal reflection of my inner most motivations. Mars being the god of war and the Temple of Mars being the battlefield; whether it be the earth, mind, soul, or body. My aspirations of being an Army Ranger are fueled by the desire to enter the Temple of Mars as I believe that after holding the gaze of Death everything in life is sweeter. The "ever deeper shadow" is what Jungian psychology describes as the innate primal darkness which resides in the subconcious of all of us, and to enter the Temple of Mars requires us to embrace the dark primitive man and instinct within. No doubt a journey to the Temple is forever changing, perhaps for the better but undoubtedly for the worse. But it is the need to know such an extreme reality that drives people like myself to violate the most fundamental of instincts--self preservation.

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No Other Place To Hide

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Camino

In awe, she stood, gazing up into the unknown. As the rotting face of the old the power plant loomed tall over her, she found herself being engulfed in its massive shadow; in the arms of the dying moon, it frowned down upon her. From somewhere within the void, a shallow, dim light escaped through the dirt encrusted window, reaching out to her as though to welcome her inside. Something foreboding fell upon her; a sense of gloom and loneliness crept into her mind. The light from within, burned low.

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The Soul's Little Shadows

Long after the
Last lights have
Lost their lives,
And the shadows have
Taken over the streets,
A single soul dances
Alone in the
Night.

She does not sense
The anger of
The dark as she
Creates a glow where it was
Dim.

She knows they dare not act,
For her disruptive light
Gives the ignorant shadows
Life.

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