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This may not be considered dark by most but read it, then you can understand why this is my hell on earth

Each and every year, the worst day of the year, makes itself known to me
Mother’s Day, should be a happy time for me, but no it just adds to a broken heart
The hurt within my heart and soul, from this I wish I could just flee
It wasn’t always like this, when my mom was alive, honoring her made me as happy as a lark.

The grim reaper made sure this one day, is a living hell on Earth for me
As a child, he came and took my mom away, and I was only eight
Then as an adult, he took six children from me, leaving me with only arms that ached, from what he took away from me
I have to blame someone, so my blame, I blame the reaper, for handing me such an awful fate.

When I was a child on that day I always wore a red rose, telling everyone, my mom was alive
But then after age eight, on this day, I had to wear a white rose, signifying to everyone, that my mom was dead
As an adult, five miscarriages and one still born, robbed my children the rite to display a red rose, of this one important thing they were all deprived
The grim reaper, with me his ghastly appetite was definitely fed.

So on this day, I have to mourn so much more than most, I cry a thousand tears
The hurt is always there, especially on this day, I’m in the middle, as I cry for my children and my mother
Each Mother’s Day, the white rose is always in my mind, burned into my memory for all these years
I have to sit back and wonder about my deceased children, as they would wear the red rose, signifying me, as their loving mother.

So each year I remember, as my heart bleeds for those, I lost over the years
The white rose, always in my mind, but then I think of the red rose, my children would have worn, being in the middle, I have cried a river of tears
Then on this day, just like Christmas, I have to face all the heart, and all my fears
In my mind, I can hear them call to me, their voices strong, saying they love me, there is no denying in what I hear.

No one knows of hell on Earth, until they lose those closest to them, and the memory of the white rose and the red rose, they are always in my mind
But I take solace in knowing, on the other side, they are happy and care free
I hope peace in this place, for them, it wasn’t hard for them to find
The roses always within my mind, but I know my mom and children, on the other side, they are happy, and from the pain of this old world, they have been set free.

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you’re right, whoever reads this, you’re right. and stay right.

holy roller

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http://www.cato.org/pubs/pas/pa047.html

I just came across this website and i gotta say I can fully relate to the message abrupt.org has to spread. it seems as if Mr. Abrupt, you have lost the the youthful aggression to the opposing forces what you are trying accomplish. This is reasonable, as most everyone does in an age where one can look at a dog in the park, and believe it is just as knowledgeable and productive of its owner. Even so, your ideas have inspired me. I have never came across a website so relative to my own ideas, which is sad considering the extreme condition of humanities state of being. I just wanted to let you know that you are doing the right thing, more so than any modern day hero i’ve seen or heard of. Thank ya.

     Waters recede
     The gasping fish
     The ionized star

In Mexico a baby’s crying, crying
In Calcutta the cattle step and groan
And north far off the point of Ellesmere Island
A distant thud — a distant thud, alone.

You: tick-tock when the algae starts to blooming
Shave a minute off the sentence handed down
Put a staple in the ear of your beloved
So you’ll recognize her when she comes around

Tick-tock-tick the windows are all closing
You can feel it in your dreams and in your trips
Something creeping up with parlor tricks and flowers
Its bony grin is pressed against your lips

In countries which your children never heard of
The outbreak starts. It shudders off its sleep.
Ten thousand years of gentle irritation
It’s time now for the shearing of the sheep.

What was rich and alive will become flat.
What was only jelly shall stand and walk.
Be ready to ride that wave when it comes.
But how can you be ready?
You are that wave.

Seven years ago I enjoyed and was greatly influenced by your writings Mr Abrupt. Evolution as the soft pink tip of a march larger process, the mushroom provided carnival and chaos trust love advice… this and more still rustle my atoms. At the time I send you a link to my website, ubis, which you nodded at. As nothing seemed to be added to your website, and as the thing of it is to move on, I stopped returning. I see you’re still writing, and I am eager to see what you’ve been experiencing and thinking. I’ll return here with comments later. In the meantime, an invitation and a request. The invitation is to my new website - www.natureculturenothing.co.uk - and the request is somewhere on my site I have a slightly modified version of your history is ending poster - can I leave it there, or would you like me to remove it? I’d also like to upload your break your chains poster one day. I shall delve into your printed heart later. Glad you’re still here,

Darren

I do battle with the ego
It parries every thrust
Absorbing all my anger
In orange plumes of rust

The ego is a monster
It lashes out in fear
I relax; it plunges through me
And we simply disappear