

Mirage of the Heart Pt I Mirage of the Heart Part IMirage of the Heart Pt I by *z-t-l-fire
A contrivance executed diabolical in essence
Administered by masterful deception of monstrance
With an ache no constitution can dismiss
The affliction brought forth by pure negligence
Inflicted by one who had been most trusted
One should have kept a wise distance
Yet remained remiss to counterfeit joyance
For in moment, time, and years that passed
No misery on earth could test the heart's tolerance
The heart had soared with clear conscience


A Devils Bargain For what you have doneA Devils Bargain by *z-t-l-fire
Your spirits collided
For what you've become
Your soul was the bargain
For a taste of a life
That was never meant for you
The burden you bare
A staggering torment
Conductor of despair
There will be no refuge
The agony of choice
Was inevitably yours
The scales have aligned
It's tearing the fabric
Your destine's entwined
You share the same decline
Regardless of intent
The conclusion is defined


A Soul of Fire The world began with the coldA Soul of Fire by *z-t-l-fire
Left out all on my own
I was pleading for help
But the cries go unheard
Forsaken, lost
But not broken
I've been fighting this war
Since the day I was born
Clinging to a thought
An idea and a truth
That I hold
Hold sacred
While in my dreams it all ends
And more torture begins
Then a dark voice that says
That it's time to descend
Into the pit
Into darkness
Thus surrounded by mist
Yet still I will resist
Standing defiant
As the light is dimmed
For there is
One ever constant
That my soul is of fire
It shines through the dark
Whatever is laid
It can withstand it all
I Realize now
It's all


The Burden Unsurpassable inner warThe Burden by *z-t-l-fire
Cacophony of ceaseless uproar
Soul stripped, heart wrenched
Amaranthine emotional heartsore
Still there is something left to feel
As an old wound is once again unsealed
By the face that remains concealed
Forever testing the souls steel


Heart of a Hero Does one require color or air,Heart of a Hero by *z-t-l-fire
When the heart is made of fire.
It burns stronger than any star,
For love, for courage, and desire.
Let it dance,
Let it burn,
Let it remain true,
To those whose love it has earned.
And let it not go for wanting;
For love, courage, and desire,
Are all the fuel that's needed,
To remain an invictus fire.


I Care A fire that burns constant and strongI Care by *z-t-l-fire
Too intense to the one it belongs
Ever powerful, Ever engulfing
Always Burning
Yet comfortingly warming
But raging intensely to those given warning
The world around you may have open hells gates
While you think you are cursed by the fates
Yet, Know that you are not as alone as your heart states
When you feel you are forsaken and lost
Know that you are more expensive than any cost
Priceless and rare
A large heart with so much to bare
Though not easy to share
Know there is someone who cares
Even if at times you are not always aware
You are never forgotten nor allowed to despair


Insomnia InsomniaInsomnia by *z-t-l-fire
Endlessly, thinking
Forget about dreaming
Sleeps escaped me
Constantly, seething
There's a plague
gradually, spreading
Take away these memories
Steadily, haunting me
Reminiscing treachery
Mercilessly, torturing
Fates of deceit
Refusing to release me
Beginning to mold the seed
Of everlasting agony
It's here inside
Diminishing, sanity
Deliberately, crippling
The steadfast enemy
Always remembering
My eyes lose sight
Darkness envelopes me
My minds a fueled engine
Yet my soul and will betray me
Cruelly demobilizing
A paralyzing agony
Systematically disabling
Foundering faltering
Endlessly, thinking
Forget abo


Little Girl Taken Too Soon Why do you torment me,Little Girl Taken Too Soon by *z-t-l-fire
What else can I do but mourn you,
I made a promise to live,
Is that a promise you intend I break,
Would you have me fall and give in?
These scars I will never erase,
The memories will never disappear or fade,
An unholy sword wretched my heart out,
I was left empty and hollow,
Little more than a roaming shadow,
Was that not enough?!
How can you ask more of me,
When I have done absolutely everything,
In my power to honor your memory,
And yet there you were,
Still haunting my dreams,
Your empty eyes locked onto me.
Gone were the eyes of kindness,
Their stead bore eyes of pure darkness,
I knew it was you


A Single Line Here stands man in a single lineA Single Line by *z-t-l-fire
He cries 'If only there came warning'
Truth be told there came a sign
Though truth would forever allude mankind
Still man would stand prideful without insight
While he blissfully considers himself divine
He would paint his world in his own adorning
A landscape of genius he would fancy
Yet low to those men for their audacity
For destiny would bear them forewarning
The fates cast down to man his tide
A contract he would gladly sign
The price he ignored then left behind
Thus man himself was rendered blind
Yet had he labored he would find
The world has its angels and demons entwined
Yet still man


Face of Peace I am a child born in conflict,Face of Peace by *z-t-l-fire
Conflict is all that I know.
Between harmony and anarchy,
Is where the soul and heart is towed.
Dragged deep into an abyss
Of miserable undoing,
Where a deadly silence exists,
For those forever in longing.
To where do these days of misery go?
Only god in his infinite mercy will know,
Though the soul itself cries for pity,
Yet still remains the price that is owed.
What is peace but death arriving?
What would peace bring but more suffering?
Tears shed while peace arrives to collect her dead
As peace carries the reapers reckoning
Thus, one by one a head is carried
As payment for her coming
All w

confessions of an anarchistFor any that have read my meanderings or felt themselves subjected to my nihilist rantings or just those that may be curious. I thought it might be as good a time as any to explain a little deeper about my socio-political philosophy, and where my worldview roots are planted. I have avoided labels most of my life. Labels have a tendency to bias the opinions of onlookers, in this case mostly due to the continual onslaught of negative propaganda that we have all been subjected to. That bias then, just like the sanbiki no saru (three wise monkeys) closes off any potential listeners and one can find themselves in a very lonely place without audien

Leaderless Revolution for the 21st CenturyA little while ago, I read a book called The Leaderless Revolution: How Ordinary People will Take Power and Change Politics in the 21st Century by Carne Ross, a former member of the British Foreign Office and delegate of the UK mission to the UN who left his job after seeing how so-called "representatives" represent themselves and the interests of their biggest supporters (such as multinational corporations) rather than the people of the society who elected them or who they were appointed to represent. Ross believes that this removal of agency from the people themselves to representatives, and the alienation it causes, is responsible for muc

MayDay, then and NowMayday, otherwise known as international Workers day. For those who don't know the history, I'll cover it. Although it is widely considered a leftist holiday, and assumed to be celebrated in almost exclusively countries that call themselves communist, it got it's start in Haymarket Chicago, and is as American as baseball and apple pie.
In 1886, May 1st was the starting date for a general strike attempting to gain an 8 hour work day. The 8 hour work day, dispite shorter hours would receive the same compensation as one who worked a full day, usually closer to 10-16 hours. 8 hours for work, 8 hours for sleep, and 8 hours personal time. This had

Itz Time (For a Bunga-Bunga Par-Tay)My tongue burns from too much Ambien...Yesterday was Cold and Windy (ever-present Wind) in the Rotten Onion...What is wrong with me! I don't spend my day working on the Garden or the Lawn! Or Biking or jogging or rollerblading in the omnipresent insane wind! ....or strolling up and down the Avenue with my Dog-Face Critter... or Alligator! The Girls in Sundae dresses in the Springtimes of their young loves...Gots ta call Over-Eaters anonymous methinks! Spring-break...The Old Believers dupe THE EMPIRE into murdering the GODMAN, only risen miraculous as a rabbit from a highly decorated egg...Ah The sacred Yellow Chersom...The Socialist rebel w
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