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The Reaper's Boulevard: My Death

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Friday, February 20, 2009. My death be the destruction of my mothers art and the pain be in vain of her existence, for I am ignorant to the truth that happiness sets before me and I’m blinded by the perspective that sadness portrays. Crazed by anguish and a love that could never be fully met, I slaughter hope as it makes reach toward my squeaking door. I can’t find myself, nor do I know who I really am, but I’ve managed to find my esoteric assembly; the only few to truly understand. Is the journey alone ...

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The Reaper's Boulevard: August 2008

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Saturday, August 30, 2008. Your portrait, unique like life;. Light and dim light at heart after love you lose. To hear the truth but not to see,. A disguised lie is what you hear. You act to confuse her yet you expect life be fair. Like gas lies leak and your conscience be in burning flames,. A man not to cheat and expect not the same. Your portrait unique like life with colors like moods; both. Made a portrait so beautiful yet centered in a broken frame. Posted by the great, Daniel H. Schluckebier.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: January 2008

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008. Its all because I am wrong. I can't say things right. The pain at my throat exhausts me. Trying not to cry at night. Its like suffocating under the ocean blue. Dying for a chance to be with only you. You are the butterfly whose wings I can't clip. To be the nectar, the sweetness you can't sip. Its as if I bear my father's curse but my shoulders never break. I am he, the son, the secret of my mother's womb. I am the closed casket, the son and the secret of a destined tomb.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: February 2009

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009. My love, bite my lips, for blood they leak. Now close your eyes and cry me tears. Bring to me your love,. Let me fight your fears. Be one with me…. My fingers shall be one with your tenderness,. And your blood shall marry with my sweat. Bury your nails into my flesh, till my skin sits dead under it. For to me, Pain is my only escape, my only pleasure. The entities of a destined misconception, granting an explanation to your understanding not suffice. Friday, February 20, 2009.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: Looking for something real

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Saturday, June 20, 2009. Looking for something real. I hear a distant scream of pain. Trickling motion of rain. Onto bare skin like tear drops. Like a path way of weakness or even strength. It's like finding the beauty of death. A cross road, a dead end. A stepping stone to the continuation of something real or. The curtains to the greatest show of acting. A substitute in life to fill the gaps or. A reason to set new traps to catch my prey. I rather the ink over the lead. I want a kiss not a promise.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: October 2008

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Monday, October 6, 2008. I am the brightness to your heart'. The music to your ear. I am the seed of those angels. Whom forever I'll care. But each day sheds darkness. And drought brings rain. Alone I am in a day's darkness. And the heavens dissatisfied. Will break into tears. A fairy's wand and friend's love. Share likeness, to fight my fears. You are so close up tight'. So fun to play. Your voice makes me sway,. The movement of my lips. Begging you to stay. I work so hard to make it clear.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: March 2009

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Sunday, March 15, 2009. I see paper made air planes gliding through thin air,. Little floating circles just floating. Ordinary sticks being magic wands. And empty rooms more than just gardens. Eyes wide open to let sunlight in for a new perspective. Little hearts beating with living love. And running feet with no directions. Soft pink play dough hearts we can't reshapes. Clueless to anything such as hate. Infant minds like open doors. And moods like candy. Tingling ears with funny new born voices.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: April 2008

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Monday, April 28, 2008. Kills up to 99.o% of Germs. Everyone in the picture had a bottle of rum and I also wanted to be in the picture but all the spirits were done. I ran to the shelf and grabbed the Listerine bottle that I thought would pass as a valid reason to be in the picture. I was accepted into the picture after discussing with the Photographer how serious that was to my modeling career and God given talent for good advertisement. Posted by the great, Daniel H. Schluckebier. Friday, April 25, 2008.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: Two face

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009. Please remove the new coat of paint,. It only makes you look new. But I'm sure I know not of scorpions with butterfly wings,. And I've been taught that if a cloud should turn gray;a storm is coming my way. Be it no surprise, lightening or no lightening I'll make it to the end of my day. Posted by the great, Daniel H. Schluckebier. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Daniel H. Schluckebier. View my complete profile.

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The Reaper's Boulevard: In Silence

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Sunday, June 28, 2009. Posted by the great, Daniel H. Schluckebier. Looks really cool, if i do say so myself. lol. Glad u liked it bubz :). June 28, 2009 at 9:46 PM. Daniel H. Schluckebier. Hhehehe ur right it is really cool. I love it. June 29, 2009 at 9:31 PM. I like this very much. It is very close to what I am feeling right now. Danny, if you are not in love at this moment, what are you going to be like when you find your princess? July 31, 2009 at 12:15 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).