Commander19 Posted February 3, 2012 Share Posted February 3, 2012 Here is the Prologue to a book that I am currently working on: Betrayal and trust are not so different from each other, they go hand in hand especially if one is desperate enough to accomplish any feat. I first learned of this three years ago, while working for a Private Military Company (PMC). I awakened in the desert, vision blurred in light of the burning sunlight of a hot summer day. A blood stain on the right side of my chest and a tear on my fatigues, the cut was deep enough to where you could probably count a million microfibers. As I began to sit up, three armed men approached me, yelling something in a foreign language as a jeep stopped short behind them. The leader knelt down next to my weak body, “are you alright, what the hell happened to you?” he asked. I said nothing, when he noticed the severity of my wounds, “nevermind, those wounds look nasty, you can explain later.” he said. The other two soldiers wearing green army uniforms, armed with AK47s stood beside me and helped me up into the jeep behind them. As I sat down, I became drowsy and my eyes closed; I became unconscious. The next thing I know, I awaken in this spanish-colombian style room, mosaics border the top edges of the walls, and stone bricks in a consistent pattern, it was like looking at a 100 mile long walk that went in a never ending cycle just like the last few times I’ve woken up to the world. The pain from when I was conscious in the desert was suddenly absent and the bandages covered the nasty wound that lies below, keeping the beast inside of me at bay. At the other end of the room, I noticed a glass of orange juice and cereal sitting on the table. When I walked over to the table, I saw a note lying next to the bowl; opening the raggedy, torn paper: “When you're done with breakfast, meet me in the courtyard.” The note was signed, Ericson, as I read the name my head started pounding with incredible pain as I tried to remember the somehow familiar name. After a few moments when my headache was gone, I ate breakfast; when I finished, I opened the door to go find the “courtyard” in question. As I exited the room, shutting the door behind me, I entered an open air balcony with arches running along the gaps between the edge of the railing and roof of the balcony. Then suddenly one of the maids, who I assumed works for this “Ericson” walked up to me. “Ah, Mr. Coen, you're awake, how are you feeling?” she asked. “Alright, I suppose, I'm a tad bit confused as to what's going on, but aside from that fine.” I responded with uncertainty. “Well, from what I've heard you've been through, it's good to know you can even stand on you're own two feet. Anyway, Ericson is expecting you in the main courtyard, just go down the hall, down the the stairs and make a right through the archway.” she directed. “Right, um, thank you. By the way, who are you?” I asked. “Who me? I am Rebecca, it was nice meeting you Mr. Coen, you take care now.” she replied smiling as she walked off. Rebecca... why does that sound so familiar, he thought to himself. If you want to read more, head over to the official thread where I will be posting any and all future chapters. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted February 5, 2012 Author Share Posted February 5, 2012 REAL AWARENESS? Real awarenessbegins with self awareness,because with out self awarenesshow can we be awareof how we perceive existenceor how we filter it,so that we can then observemore clearlywhat really is? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LordWushin Posted February 5, 2012 Share Posted February 5, 2012 Dark and lonelyTired and lazyWild dreams Abstract visions Then I awoke Light bright and shiningDay blue and whiteAnother life to liveToday then sleep Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slimhouse Posted February 6, 2012 Share Posted February 6, 2012 A peanut sat on a railway track His heart was all a flutter Along came a train... ...the 9:15 ...Toot!! Toot!! PEANUT BUTTER..!! (still makes me smile) :tongue: :happy: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SilverDNA Posted February 6, 2012 Share Posted February 6, 2012 (edited) The Silver MirrorA silver mirror is a celestial sphere,That a lot of people admire or fear.Look at the reflection on polished glass,Or is all to see your relative atomic mass?What looks back at you is your soul,That is how you measure social control? Poor judgement cannot replace the truth,You aren't allowed to a fountain of youth.The time drips pitiless like in a water clock,Denying the truth to yourself is a post hoc!You never win a debate with this reflective shade,Do what ever you want until it is much too late. The mirror is showing you no tricks,It is one of life's grand limericks?A dreamer awake from a long lasting dream,Life it not for you what it may have been.You can pray for a passing of this chalice,But it is lingering like a chained to you malice. On mornings gruesome reflection of the battles in bed,You had bad nightmares of evil that you couldn't fled?What ever it needs now to become a human being,Now quick to work, no need for soul sightseeing.One very last a waving sign to the veritas sphere.I'm leaving with a subconscious vision more clear. Edited February 7, 2012 by SilverDNA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dragonspyre Posted February 6, 2012 Share Posted February 6, 2012 A wise man too lateJust didn't see the wayHappened to seal my fateI just wish I knew the debt to pay I don't know why I can't see thoughGuess I'll find out in my endNow life loses its pretty old glowTrouble and damnation wait around every bend God, let me make it till tomorrowBecause I don't know what to doTake away my pain and sorrowI can't see what use I am to you So let me be free from my chainsFor I can never go to anotherI shatter when it rains, end my painsBecause I so deeply loved her Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted February 6, 2012 Author Share Posted February 6, 2012 (edited) Zen's Garden is going great! Kudos to Dragonspyre! Honorary kudos to all! :hurr: :yes: :dance: :laugh: :tongue: :pirate: :unsure: :biggrin: :thumbsup: Edited February 6, 2012 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dragonspyre Posted February 7, 2012 Share Posted February 7, 2012 A song I wrote: Sweet Amber I wake to see your beautiful eyesGleaming sapphires in the sunriseOh oh, Sweet AmberWind beneath my wingsOh oh, Sweet AmberWind beneath my wings Oh AmberSweet AmberCome play with meWe'll romp in the field so joyouslyAnd spend all eternityJust say you love meJust say you love me Wildflowers and IrisesBig, tall cranes and ibisesWe'll roll in the meadowA warm embrace, mellowOh, come with meOh, come with me Oh AmberSweet AmberCome play with meWe'll romp in the field so joyouslyAnd spend all eternityJust say you love meJust say you love me Your moon-drenched lips and your gleaming smileMy heart beats forever and I'll stay for a whileI feel your dew soaked neck call my lipsAs autumn leaves fall, a kiss of a gentle wispOh, how I love youOh, how I love you Oh AmberOh Sweet AmberCome play with meWe'll romp in the field so joyouslyAnd spend all eternityJust say you love meJust say you love me Sweet songs of candied cherriesAnd the tang of wild berriesMake love under the sky, as the stars are alightLet me tell you then, how I love you, all the nightOh, Amber, how sweetOh, Amber, how sweet Not a care in the world, you're my paradiseSweet Amber, girl, isn't this so niceMake sweet love in the moonlightSet skies ablaze tonightYou're the one, hold me tightSweet, sweet Amber, it's alrightJust say you love meJust say you love me Oh AmberSweet AmberMy sweet nectar, my ecstasyKiss me, so blissfully Amber, Sweet AmberOh, Amber, Sweet AmberI'll always love theeI'll always, always... love thee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted February 8, 2012 Author Share Posted February 8, 2012 (edited) THE TRUTH!? Do we know the truth?Do we seek the truth?Can we handle the truth? Do we really seek the truth?Do we really want to know the truth?Can we handle the truth? What is the truth, the whole truthand nothing but the truth? Do we really need to know the truth? Can we handle the truth? Edited February 8, 2012 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maharg67 Posted February 10, 2012 Author Share Posted February 10, 2012 (edited) VOICE OF THE LOST TO THE LOST Hello, how are you?Are you still alive?Are you surviving?Are you safe?Are you happy? The war!It tore us apart!It destroyed everything for us!Now we are separated!Not knowing! I do not even know where you are!How far away you are!Or even how you are! Do you think of me?Do you miss me?Or have you forgotten me?Have you found somebody else? Hello, how are you.... Edited February 10, 2012 by Maharg67 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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