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Cranial Wreckage

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Cranial Wreckage

An aching of heart, changing paths, Spending a lifetime paying penance for mistakes past. Confused at the start, A towering deck... Tarot cards, stacked against redemption. Never glance back, The presence of past... still here to haunt. Communication and truth, Exists... in censorship of chosen ones. Melting my brain, Into swirling Cranial wreckage. Another year goes by, But the world still hasn’t faced itself.

Shady Tree

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Shady Tree

There is a tree that I do like, I call it mine, and mine alone, though to find it is quite a hike and by mother earth its truly owned. I enjoy the shade beneath my tree its where I can take a rest from life, it makes me feel content and free as though I’ve never had a strife. Over the years man has found, in pause, shade from anything helps wounds heal. Whatever their origin or cause, it blocks out what feels too real. I can stay however long my need for I am always promised a nice rest. in the end I always find, in deed, the situations I left are still a mess. Underneath the shade of the canopy its as if my troubles seem to drown. Wh

Concerning Prufrocks Peach

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Concerning Prufrocks Peach

Concerning Prufrock’s Peach Do you dare to eat a peach? Go on, good sir, I’ll have one, too fulfillment shared for a man each. Careful not to let the juice dribble down your chin, to loose all that flavor would be such a sin. If you do happen upon the pit I’ll ask you kindly. “Please stop chewing it and spit.” For it is very hard and chewing it you would lament. Sucking on the seed should never be done— not for manners, just poor time spent. Unless it’s an uncommon peach you desire, Then, my friend, I am certainly out in the wind. That specific peach only you can acquire Or are you too gentle to see

Punch Bowl

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Punch Bowl

Slumped over and leaning forward knuckles dragging the pavement, A steep hill stands here before your heart, some twisted form of repayment for taking the lives of the intolerant. Onward, and steady still, you must march, At our destination you’ll pitch a tent that’s carried in a pack upon your back. Bear the weight and march on, good soldier, show them the world will not be conquered. There could be no image, younger and bolder Than you with this burden on your shoulder. Whether your resting place is Iwo Jima or off the beaches of Normandy, a Punch Bowl in the sea, Arlington Cemetery, or dead in a trench without a notary. I wi

(deteriorated)

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(deteriorated)

Slumping in a chair, his mind asunder Drooping like a flag on a windless day, Staring into space with bloodshot eyes Memories of her, smiling in the breeze, An Iceberg shipwrecking his sanity, Happiness and torment entwined. The Friend?…. The Infatuation?…. The Love of his (deteriorated) life?….

Subconscious Machines

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Subconscious Machines

Here stand the sound bodied and strong willed, Machines driven by subconscious. Thoughtless masses driven to survive, Their only want for sustenance. Empty thoughts of tomorrow, Yesterday has been erased. Fossils are buried in sand, Parched bones of the meek and feeble. A testament to Darwin.

Out of sight, Out of mind?

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Out of sight, Out of mind?

Closing your eyes To a blood stained face, These haunting memories Never will erase. Left without hope just a tortured soul, forever with the feeling that you’re loosing control. Bound and broken inside your own mind, stare into the mirror and witness your decline. Do you see some one you despise? How do you get it out of your mind? Scars of the flesh mental wounds unseen, thrown out like filth with the other unclean. Just a vacant stare strewn across your face, the death toll climbs as the bodies fall in place. Is there a good way to meet a demise? How do you get it out of your mind? Scars on your soul lack of control, antiso

The Extinction

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The Extinction

He runs past machine gun fire while dodging mortar shells on Utah Beach, French, the language of love… he’d never heard it spoken. Covered in blood and sand he loads his rifle and gets ready, To fight the enemy… for his brothers in arms. Surrounded by mutilated corpses of what used to be his friends, He charges up the steep shoreline… Thinking of his family back home. He had survived through his first battle of the war, But there were many more to follow… Each claiming more of his brothers lives. Many things he left unspoken when he returned, unless to another veteran he spoke, Shared stories of  battle
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Cranial Wreckage

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Cranial Wreckage

An aching of heart, changing paths, Spending a lifetime paying penance for mistakes past. Confused at the start, A towering deck... Tarot cards, stacked against redemption. Never glance back, The presence of past... still here to haunt. Communication and truth, Exists... in censorship of chosen ones. Melting my brain, Into swirling Cranial wreckage. Another year goes by, But the world still hasn’t faced itself.

Shady Tree

S

Shady Tree

There is a tree that I do like, I call it mine, and mine alone, though to find it is quite a hike and by mother earth its truly owned. I enjoy the shade beneath my tree its where I can take a rest from life, it makes me feel content and free as though I’ve never had a strife. Over the years man has found, in pause, shade from anything helps wounds heal. Whatever their origin or cause, it blocks out what feels too real. I can stay however long my need for I am always promised a nice rest. in the end I always find, in deed, the situations I left are still a mess. Underneath the shade of the canopy its as if my troubles seem to drown. Wh

Concerning Prufrocks Peach

C

Concerning Prufrocks Peach

Concerning Prufrock’s Peach Do you dare to eat a peach? Go on, good sir, I’ll have one, too fulfillment shared for a man each. Careful not to let the juice dribble down your chin, to loose all that flavor would be such a sin. If you do happen upon the pit I’ll ask you kindly. “Please stop chewing it and spit.” For it is very hard and chewing it you would lament. Sucking on the seed should never be done— not for manners, just poor time spent. Unless it’s an uncommon peach you desire, Then, my friend, I am certainly out in the wind. That specific peach only you can acquire Or are you too gentle to see

Punch Bowl

P

Punch Bowl

Slumped over and leaning forward knuckles dragging the pavement, A steep hill stands here before your heart, some twisted form of repayment for taking the lives of the intolerant. Onward, and steady still, you must march, At our destination you’ll pitch a tent that’s carried in a pack upon your back. Bear the weight and march on, good soldier, show them the world will not be conquered. There could be no image, younger and bolder Than you with this burden on your shoulder. Whether your resting place is Iwo Jima or off the beaches of Normandy, a Punch Bowl in the sea, Arlington Cemetery, or dead in a trench without a notary. I wi

(deteriorated)

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(deteriorated)

Slumping in a chair, his mind asunder Drooping like a flag on a windless day, Staring into space with bloodshot eyes Memories of her, smiling in the breeze, An Iceberg shipwrecking his sanity, Happiness and torment entwined. The Friend?…. The Infatuation?…. The Love of his (deteriorated) life?….

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Professional mooch.

Current Residence: Northwest TN
Favourite genre of music: Power Metal, Metal, Doom Metal, Rock/Roll, Blues & more
Favourite style of art: Varied
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer painted drywall.
Skin of choice: Tattooed

Personal Quote: Individually humans cannot define memories, but it takes memories to define humans as individuals.

-misc shit-
US Army 8 years. Now back out in the real world.

My best friend in the world is my dog, Rufus, an english bull terrier. My last dog, Buddy, died during a deployment in 2010. I got Rufus shortly after I got back and we've been hanging out ever since.
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Invariable....

Invariable....

I'm on dA randomly these days.

Well now.....

Well now.....

It seems that going on a shooting rampage is the newest way to rebel against society. I guess protesting has gotten a little more hardcore over the years.

11 years.

11 years.

About to hit 11 years on dA. No foolies. It just makes me realize how old I've gotten...

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BryianzumStudent Writer
...am I correctly seeing that you still pop into DA on occasion?
karmacursedHobbyist General Artist

Yes, from time to time I appear from the catacombs.

BryianzumStudent Writer
Dude! So glad to see a friendly face. Particularly as it seems this place has gone to shit. How the hell are you?
karmacursedHobbyist General Artist

Same old same old going through the peaks and valleys of life. Did eight years in the military, now doing the wife and kids thing and growing older. How are you doing, my old amigo.

HimitsuUKStudent Photographer
:wave:
byzhoProfessional General Artist
Happy Birthday! Have your cake and eat it too
Malintra-ShadowmoonHobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday :heart: