Me

True Friend
Who is there in the time need
to clean the cut before it bleeds
Who is there in the time of hurt
when you see your spouse with another flirt
Who is there when a loved one dies
to lend you a shoulder so you may cry
Who supports you all the way
through the rightious and rebel way
Who will council and lead you right
when you're enraged and about to fight
To whom can you turn as you must
when you feel there is noone else to trust
Who'll take you in if you have no home
to keep you from being out there on your own
Who would take a bullet to save you from death
though it could mean there own last breath
To whom does all these things aply
not your family or angels in the sky
And whom will stand at your side until the end
no one else but a true friend . . .
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Eden
As a child we hold the wieght of the world on our shoulders
Slowly we release the tension as years move on and we get older
We grow up and mature within our mind
Look back and wander how we could be so blind
Because we couldnt comprehend the reality of adulthood
There is no one there to show you what to do
You're on your own to cast out the old and start anew
Start a family with the mate of your dreams
Only to realize that they are not who they seem
Which reminds of the childs toy
An illusion in his mind that brings him joy
It doesnt matter how many years until old age stes in
One can never truly be an adult without keeping the child within
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For all those that wish to know more about me
here is a poem that i think all should see
and it goes a little like this

March fourteenth nineteen-eightysix
born in the din of diabolical sin
only me and my mother and one other kin
not a single person there did miss
when i came with blood in my fist
already fightin with fit and rage
as if i was an animal trying to be put in a cage
so young i could not yet see
but already i wanted to be fee
if only my progenitors knew of the future pain
they might have stoped and thought before they gave me a name
greater than themselves was what i was to be
but they couldn't stop that that would be my destiny
two years later
still wandering about the creator
i was abducted by the act of a tester
only my second year and i am the victim of a five year old molester
another year goes by
now i am three being told so many lies
then over time i take another meteor to my world
i was molested over fifty times by an eight year old girl
it wasnt her fault her life was all distorted
her father molested and abused her though it wasnt reported
but things changed within my mind
i experienced a molestation of another kind
i saw her sleeping with other men and that was bother
cause none of those men where my biological father
another year and now i was four
there was a flash flood and they went through seperate doors
lying on the court bench with my father at my side
wandering what it is that i did to make them want to hide
the next year comes to pass and now i am five
only thankful for being alive
nap time comes in the new land at midday
but my father was still miles away
i would miss him so much and so dear
but in my child's mind all i could think was primordial fear
where was he at the time of need and hurt
when my mother was out at work doing her flirt
i was just so young
but i knew within the time had come
i felt it deep within my heart
my mother and i were about to fall apart
now i was a little over six
she tried to replace a man but with me her act could not be fixed
i had taken to the world collected by a mindless fool
within myself mind, body, and soul
a perposeful rebellion against the new
to get to the one who was few
i discovered something more than a principality
it was an illusion to others but for me it had become a reality
the very essence of which flowed in my blood
the divinity that had once een know but was now misunderstood
when my ancestors came from long ago
they with them something only a few would grasp and know
i now was among the chosen
and when i hit my seventh my emotional exterior had closed in
because of the emotional discontent and lies that ambushed me
i turned from the world to my delusional reality
tired of the stressful burden and thorn in their ass
finaly they release me saying only this too shall pass
eight and the time is here
to be with the one i once had feared
he isnt as he used to be
i feel no anguish only a more peaceful serenity
as the moon shines in the darkened nights
i feel the ancient knowledge flow giving me access to ancient rites
my strength grows with my will and the years move on again
first the eighth then the nineth and now the ten
awake in the night to the sound of frustration and rage
my father pacing like a madman in a prison cage
he wants to leave but doesnt know where he is going
his stress is great and his life flow is slowing
to the brother he turns in hope and desperation
pleading to save him from a self inflicted damnation
wanting the release and to start anew
paraphenelia in bondage waiting for a moment of the shining crew
i say farewell to all those left behind
wishing there was someway i could just rewind
all the pain and take it away
little did i know i could do that one day
the chariot arives and we are gone from that place
i look upon my father and see the pain in his face
but that will all soon change as time moves on
to the elders place we go and their force is almost gone
the eleventh has now arrived in the midst of my desolation
though i cant seem to escape the entrapment of realitys condemnation
never again do i wish for my illusion to fade
i am who i am because i am who the creator made
promises are made but never kept
so hard i had tried for the one but now its as if i woke from a
  dream after i never slept
who'd understand what secrets of emotional bliss were inside
i trusted noone now and i had everything to hide . . . there is much more to this poem but the things within in it i will only tell to those who i deem trustworthy to hear it those that i consider true friends and not mere FAKES

IF I TOLD YOU I WAS A MURDERER WOULD YOU STILL TALK TO ME . . . IF I TOLD YOU I WAS A CHILD MOLESTER WOULD YOU STILL TALK TO ME . . .IF I TOLD YOU I WAS A TERRORIST WOULD YOU STILL TALK TO ME . . .IF I TOLD YOU I WAS 13 WHEN IT HAPPENED WOULD YOU STILL TALK TO ME . . . ONLY ONE OF THESE IS TRUE I WONT TELL WHICH THAT IS THE ONLY QUESTION I WONT ANSWER BUT I PUT THIS HERE TO PROVE A POINT WE JUDGE PEOPLE BASED ON THEIR PAST NOT WHO THEY ARE SO I SAY THIS IF YOU COME TO ME AND JUDGE ME BY MY PAST AND NOT WHO I AM THEN YOU WILL BE JUDGED IN THE SAME BY THE HEAVENS FOR I AM NOT WHO I ONCE WAS AND NEVER WILL BE PEOPLE CHANGE AND EVERONE HAS THEIR TESTIMONY I HAVE MINE AND HAVE SAVED CHANGED AND HELPED MANY LIVES OVER LAST FEW YEARS. . .POINT IS I AM WHO I AM BECAUSE I CHOSE TO MAKE A CHANGE AND RIGHT MY WRONGS MY INTELLIGENCE AND PHILISOPHICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL UNDERSTANDING OF THE WAY PEOPLE THINK HAS PLACED ME HIGH AMONG A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT BEYOND WHAT I HAVE SAID I ALSO SAY THIS: THINK OF ME AS NOT GREATTER NOT LESSER BUT AS AN EQUALL FOR NO LESSER IS A MAN THAN HE WHO SEES HIM SELF AS SUPERIOR AND NO GREATTER IS A MAN THAN HE WHO DEEMS HIMSELF EQUALL AMONG HIS FELLOWS AND EMEMIES EVERYONE WAS CREATED EQUALL IN ONE IMAGE AND SO SHOULD EVERYONE BE EQUALL TO ONE ANOTHER


well here is a good answer and more fact about the above all caps from [Hidden Camel]
you know how hard it is to read a block of text in capitals? -.-;


people are judged by their past because that is the only concrete evidence of how they act. you can only speak about how you are now and how will be, and words are easy to manufacture. past deeds cant be changed, can never be erased and so form the only reasonable basis for any form of judgment of how someone will act. The only way you can ever prove you are not who you were is to acto on who you claim to be now, and then when enough time has past and you have consistently behaved in the manner of who you claim to be now, then people will start to judge you on that past, and not the past before it.


if any of that makes any sense. just a thought.


i give credit to whoevers this is its hot


Raven the Ringmaster

If you had me alone, locked up in your room for 24 hours, and I had to do whatever you wanted me to do, what would you do with me? Post this in your house. You might be surprised at the answers you get.