~KestrelVenus
Myles Carter
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RevenganceRevengance Or This Transient Life Is Killing My BuzzRevengance
A dead man said, "All one needs is love," Hear, he's dead. It's not enough. Genius and cunning are more required, List sweet vengance even higher.
Another played the genius anyway, Sold his soul, but made his pay. Nobility, a trait they all admired, But while John rests, Paul still inspires.
Take your time, your own technique. The earth must be won for the meek. Those bastard sons nor queens of deceit, Should touch scraps of what we shall eat.
So saintly souls should not dep
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Job or why Not To Shout At GodJob or Why Not To Shout At GodJob or why Not To Shout At God
Day nineteen of fourty days, A small pecentage of my life. I lift the holy grail into the air, Allowing all to see it's spendor.
Apon it comes the wrath, The mighty power of a vengeful god. "Thou shalt not indulge in Hubris", He bellows, allthough none hear.
I have broken our covenant, One of many forged in night time prayers. With his great limitless fist, The first of many plagues to come befalls me.
My hands become warped as the lepers, The chalace falls to the barren ground. &nbs
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The Human NatureThe Human NatureThe Human Nature
Or Why You Should Stop Trying
To see people and men as they really are, Spend one night alone in a city far from home. Bring with you the niavity and fearlessness You were raised with and that guided you this far.
Before you can open your mouth, Give allowance for three strangers to destroy your beliefs. Before you can defend your beliefs, Allow for six strangers to take a stab at your conviction.
Spend a good chunk of this new life working for yourself, Only to be told that individuals aren't important anymore. Spent the other
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The Contemporary Fellow IIThe Politician or The Man of The Quarter HourThe Contemporary Fellow II
A great man asked, "Is life a shadow on a stage, On which it frets both to and fro?" Those with time wasted in private rage this noble act they never know.
To strut and pout and act the role, With daily face and costume change With flair and wit and truthful soul Allowing such a dramatic range.
With nothing but a selfless heart, a flair for truth and betterment. He takes the route he had to start and sit in his... kin's government.
At the pulpit, a glow awakened In almost a
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- Current Residence: Home
- Interests: Literature, the mind, truth
- Favourite movie: Vanilla Sky
- Favourite band or musician: Sam Roberts
- Favourite genre of music: Canadian
- Favourite artist: Rory Card
- Favourite poet or writer: Kipling/Blake/Emerson
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, Note Book, Multiple Pencils, Music
- Email: mcarter@swgc.mun.ca
- MSN: kestrel_venus@hotmail.com
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