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THE PUBLISHER audio presents My Bad by Gary Drury book of poetry Unabridged Audio Book

MY BAD

Copyright 2008 by Gary Drury

Gary Drury's Publishing

DEDICATION

To loving memories and best friends.

PREFACE

 My Bad is a current slang term for today's youth — admitting to a mistake.

 In a world where most are eagerly ready to lay blame or accusations on someone else

to mask their own errors — I find this term very refreshing.

At least it's a start, back in the right direction.

LOL

POEM

BROKEN SPIRIT

My broken spirit remains idle In reflective contemplation

Mulling the diversity of angst Dwelling within the sub-zero temperature

Of my ailing soul.

No anger steams, no compunction lingers My vivacious will that eagerly forged the

horizon Simply withers at its core gasp for breath

My broken spirit hinders its own rewards As the fires arrest and detain my ailing soul.

Oh broken spirit weep not my sorrow, Shield my fate from sun's tomorrow

Allow my soul to erect from this wallow My human heart's overwhelmed by shadow

In this prayer, my union be hallow

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DAWN TO DUSK

In the beginning, from the clay Night was dissipated by the light

Skilled thoughts sculpted the form A silent breath gave life,

The soul gravitated to its core

Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn Time would spawn longevity

Gilded in the fine essences of shimmery gold The steel strength of platinum

Balances the logic in blindness Initiating life's evolution

The light is present, ever so close Beyond my reach, beyond my touch

These feeling are such — Naked everything revealed

Beyond my reach, beyond my sight As dawn to dusk my soul takes flight

A masculine, muscular image Pristine geometry glistens —

From silence a voice cause the earth to quake Awaking azure eyes of man

Peace rested on the land

Not begotten but created from nothingness Unable to be defined as off-spring

Alien matter of molecules unscattered A feminine DNA soon appeared

The light is present, ever so close Beyond my reach, beyond my touch

These feeling are such — Naked everything revealed

Beyond my reach, beyond my sight As dawn to dusk my soul takes flight

From dawn to dusk, Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust Back to clay from once all came

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INSPIRATION

When my heart burst wide open My soul comes soaring out

There's no stopping at the borders Because my love must release its shout

I'm dreaming of never-ending skies and flowing water

Enticed by my world an all that its about A maze of chaos forming logical order

Our love be mysterious, bring on our bout My bright eyes are fully open

The visions fade in and out There's no surrendering of these feelings

Because my love there is no doubt I hear the wisdom calling

Justifying their testament and clout There's no arresting idle verbiage, what true

love's about Because my love, I need not tout

I speak directly from my heart The words have no trouble pouring out

My soul was dying before I met you There's divine inspiration inside my heart

and out

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LOVE WITCH

As I romance catastrophe my love witch fails To recapture a love my mortal heart will forever

dwell Tea leaves and fortunetellers

deceives and plays upon my woes and ails As the witching hours tow, chime — gothic

bells

I'm forsaken, a zombie, the living dead, I whale

My life's been punctured all wind abruptly ejects thy sails

Romantic gothic mist swoons, fantasies mournfully gel

While my abiding heart neverendingly swells

My love witch conjures up a register of ancient spells

With black cauldron boiling and fuming a spirits ale,

The grim reaper encompass my love with tight strangle

Leaving me petrified, lifeless in this eternal hell

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DISTANT HORIZON

Off on distant horizon somewhere between north and west

Where land and sky kiss A great force lifts toward the heaven's

Blossoming into a gigantic mushroom Soft and peacefully fluffy as a cloud

It's commanding voice Ripples forcefully across the land

In all directions Pushing its ill froth winds

Reigning majestically, condemningly Obliterating everything, every one in its

path

Merciful to those incinerated instantly Poisoning the wicked to bear their just pain

As the righteous endeavor in pure turmoil Purgatory's blessed playground

Nothing is left unscorn in mist of its Vigorous whaling

North, South, East and West Mellifluous memories swiftly fade, erase

Substituted by urgent acquisition to reassemble The treasured value of life

That mankind in quest has put asunder

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LEVITY OF PAIN

I trek this lengthy lane of pain With stellar spirit, an body decomposing

Contemplative mind, ailing heart whaling Amidst global triumph where people are insane

Your degree language bounds and kites Nobel honor of diligent soul take to flight

Eagerly sadistic anticipating the wonder of twilight

As innovative visions illuminate my sight

Satan regurgitates his willful reverberate vegetation

Upon global chaos as a murder of crows Select among helter-skelter remains

But I'll not waddle for your sake this lane

My laughter eludes your obtuse mind As I quietly travel down the well worn lane

Laced heavily with sorrow and pain Where I discover not the levity of pain

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CRUCIFIED

Hear the pattern of water droplets As dark angry clouds clamor a voice,

And cracking crackle spider the sky Randomly illuminating day's night

While my frail body severely trauma Lumbers to bear the massive heavy weight

Of two huge unrefined dogwoods I agonize to endure its wealth of pain

This cross impales thy mortal shell As its woody flesh drinks freely my blood

With the vigor of a well dried sponge Cheering voices surround me in distant blur

Heard and unheard concurrently My vision wanes on this lengthy trek

As my faith causally fades near erasure The scarlet juice expelling every orifice

Mingles with sweet and salty perspiration Moistening thy eyes in a torturous burning

hell The path I tread is paved in stones of glass

Hard earth veined from waters absence Ailing to moist its dried skin with the

Last vital drop of liquid my male body would shed

The zenith rose before thy like venom Eager with greed to consume my life

I felt the burden flee momentarily Kissing the land beneath me hard

When suddenly I felt my body levitate Onto the wood, the pain reiterated its goal

Succumbing to the will of mankind — For a sheer moment I found my peace.

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FALL IS HERE

What weary wreck I be Now that Fall is here

Oh I do so fear The treacherous cold

Blanketing me an freezing thy bones Fall be just a prelude

To the rushing white wave Of Winter's hellish snow

Fall is here I do so fear Murky Motley hues share

The solid wick cold of bear Why must I be encapsulated my dear

In the arctic ice so far; yet so near My body trembles like witness endear

Images of bloody crucifix aimed fair My thirst be dry but quenched in care

Hold my truths by heart so fair Proclaim thy name with solemn flair

So perchance my visions someday clear You be with me til eternity my cherished dear

Hold my soul by light tethered ropes of fear An unleash my desires that are forever near

Without scruple I endure cold's freezing care

The rapture of Fall is here I do so fear

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LET THE FIRE BURN

Let the fire burn through the night As our souls soar to such heights

Angels witness this beautiful sight Intently listening, our sweet voices kite

Our smoke tickles the heaven's maze Twisting and turning captive our eternal gaze

How splendidly our souls trek this daze In the cool warmth of Spring's Summer's

laze

Let the fire burn and scorch everything in sight

Allow embers to blacken with the colors of night

As we lay composed arm in arm ever so tight Consuming all treasures of Earthly delights

Let our smoke rise and blanket this craze Let our souls soar and ignite this blaze

Let our love free and released this cage Let the fire burn and dazzle our gaze

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CATCH ME WHEN I FALL

In every bodies life there comes a time When everything is wonderful

A peace settles in without strife and The world is so kind

Everything appears so beautiful

Like the shining sun there comes a time (It may be falling,) falling from grace

Like a shooting star to the Earth hard Oh — catch me when I fall

catch me when I fall

In the garden of eternal life there comes a time

Where everything is so blissful Contentment is a friend of bleeding knife

and Everything around is my unseen sign

As clouds turn soar miles away from cheerful

Like the shining sun there comes a time (I may be falling,) falling from the grace

Like a shooting star to the Earth hard Oh — catch me when I fall

catch me when I fall

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THE PRAISING TREE

I live in a world where bogus neighbors lie I live in a world where bogus neighbors kill

I live in a world where bogus neighbors steal

Then on the Sabbath rain came pouring down, Fever stifled unbreathable air

A plunder of thunder chorus ripped through the mist

While lightening promenade across the vast velvet black skies

Consuming the last atom of oxygen When suddenly lightening streamed hard

pulsing a tree in open view then spidering the land

Leaving the tree spilt half in two Its arms outstretched

Reaching toward the Heaven's In worshiping praise

My eyes fail to believe but my heart could see

This was an unbelievable day As I witness the birth of truth

As I witness the birth of the praising tree Imploring forgiveness for humanity

[As the lightening flickered and shadows dance about

The praising tree was transformed into a beautiful sight

Though it never moved from its rooted position It traveled the globe to carry out its mission

I could have sworn I saw it move here and there

From tree to a man and reverse with ease But the land was pitch black as energy released

My only light was the faith growing inside me.]

FALLEN FOR AN ANGEL My story may be the same

In many different ways But there is no longer an Eden

We can explore the world And gently land in Sweden

Though my heart is inundated with great pain In every single cavity, In every bleeding

vain Regardless of how lame

My life will never be the same It's difficult for me to remain faithful

When I've fallen for an angel

Renditions of this age old parable Appear in many different ways

But I must no longer remain deaden When I can expand my beautiful world

And escape the confines of make believin' Tragedy promenades my beaten love insane

In every deduction, In every thought you came Foregoing the redundancy of same

My life now has meaning and aim It's difficult for me to remain faithful

When I've fallen for an angel

Oh, how can I faithfully remain Faithfully yours

It's so hard to faithfully remain When I've fallen for an angel

When I've fallen for an angel

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VELVET NIGHTS

The night was heavily draped in deep black velvet

One by one a reflecting star managed to pierce such depths

Like exquisite diamonds their radiance glowed brightly

Eager to dance across the vast emptiness of space

Gradually expanding as my thoughts pondered aimlessly

Echoes bounced to and fro my mind's chamber walls

Like the screamer bellowing for his sanity and salvation

Can the rest of the world hear inside my brain?

Is there any purpose?

Is there any aim?

Cleans me now in heaven's baptismal rain

The persistent cries of agony and despair are imprisoning me there

The high-pitched bells constantly ringing imploring me to swear

The theater of satisfaction parades fashionably with devil-may-care

The thoughts, my thoughts rage frantically for release

to inhale deep fresh air A myriad of alternatives entice and dazzle

in promenade as my time draws near

Hear the voice insistently taunting while its evil engrosses my fear

Shortly I'm warmly wrapped in the confirmation of my decision

to commence and adhere

You won't see me crying in rich velvet nights You won't hear me beyond the bright radiance

of stars You won't touch me because I'm no longer

here You'll only witness my kiting spirit bright

As Heaven draws me there.

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THE CHANGE

I feel the change consuming everything in me

For good or bad it's a necessary need A movement of my spirit's core destine to

be Wealth contemplated as light permits me to

see

Only the blind of cripple thoughts lay and bleed

While wild inclinations await fate's destiny The change ravenously consuming the very essence

of thee No dagger, nor sword wound my flesh deep

As the change is an overpowering key

The change can be agonizing as I plead Contortionist are eager to fill the need

A moment with soul exposed it bleeds When the high moon is bright, I clearly see

There's no cage strong enough to hold me

As the change is taking place wherever I be I feel the hunger and thirst violently supercede

The two have me twisted in a hurricane sea Racing through the blanket of night I see

This is a frightfully incurable monstrous disease

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MEMORIES ARE FORGIVING

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Mistakes forgotten like an abandon kiss

When you are near I can never resist Drowning in your aura of moralities bliss

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce The sweet moonlight orchestra commence

Our shadows dance as one beneath thunders mist

Bathed in innocence I felt your angel's kiss

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Mistakes forgotten like abandon shadows

But what I miss most is your salty kiss And lying in the wind blown meadows

Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Swooning once, you've swooned arms of many

fellow How romantically charming memories exist,

Be still my wakened mind that continually bellow

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THE SIN

What sin can there be in a world without conscience Where there is no faith and our world prays

to science There can be no sin where there is no Heaven

and Hell As vain mortals we have evolved beyond a soul's

well

But the sin resides in our neglect to recognize The faith that lead us to be baptized

That our soul's would begin anew, sanitized If we fret more and not patronized

What sin can there be that would sin against me

What faith has leaked out unto a world of need

There can be no sin without conscience that bleed

We mortals have evolved beyond need to concede

The sin is diligently fertilized Each time you validate and compromise

As sour water erodes the need to baptize Shadows of sin are seen by open eyes that

recognize

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KEEP IT REAL

Place aside your fantasy and dreams All the modern conveniences and bling

Inhale deep, exhale hard your weighty steam Welcome with open arms the charms it brings

Come dance with me in fresh Kentucky rain Let your troubles and woes wash and drain

Release your wilds for to long you have tamed Scream and shout to the world your name

In the depths of velvet black this wisdom came

Contemplating deep my mind wondered the aim As I peered light gradually penetrated the

seams But I kept it real and treated each day the

same

Crimson scarlet surveys the dusk and gleam My eyes are fooled by things not as they seem

My soul hesitates this scorching light so clean

Can I keep it real until salvation reign

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LISTENING

Listen to wind-chimes play as spirits go rushing by

Disguised as a gentle breeze causing fright in daylight

Leaves on trees shiver their dance shaking away fear

The rains sprinkle their blessings then silent to a pause

Are you listening as a choir of natures chorus sighs

No terror is to strong to keep silent what's right

Heaven and Hell are trapped here on Earth my dear

Let me shower you in a love that reports no hidden clause

Devour my soul before the demons chariot as I fly

No disguise can hide these feelings blanketed in the night

Justice is blind like father time this reality I must bear

Listen to the rains pour down on me, I soak it in enjoying the pause

Holy water needs no cause to fall from the skies

Shake the root while the ground rumbles and fight

Just open your eyes let my light in, tear away sweet fear,

While the vultures bellow their song of natural law

I'll be listening, listening Just listening

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FRAGMENTS OF SCENT

I'm lost in a room filled with paints and oils

I look around but nothings familiar There are pictures on the walls

Of people close though long gone All words have forsaken their meaning

The canvases are blank like my thoughts A crack in time allows minutes to abandon

I gaze out past a broken window pane Looking on to distant soils of past,

Everything by and by is pleasantly similar There are a storm of clouds stalling inside

my head Washing away the greenest lawns

But here and there fragments of scent Capture a present moment

Tears come rushing to my eyes As I stand firmly wondering why?

Moments come and go With lifted veils and disguise

My heart is hardly stone Yet I await time all alone

Desperately imploring familiar scents AVALANCHE OF THOUGHTS

When I was alive all I wanted was you by my side

There were no stories hidden nor little white lies

The world was so beautiful all I wanted was more

But now you head strong out the door As my memories wash from the shore

I lived free for what seems a very short time Tell me now that it was not a veinful lie

I'm dying hard to hear your words once more My heart iced hard to stone

While my soul hungers forevermore You're rushing out with the waves onto the

ocean floor

An avalanche of thoughts come rushing all at once

I feel no control as this life continues to flow

There are many strange people Around me now I don't know

But small fragments come and go I've this feeling as their smiling faces

show

In and out like day and night The terror lives deep within

Awaiting my soul to realize its fight Standing before silver waters

Father time laughs then grins It's no sin to allow the pain to show

There's no shame escaping the demons hold

It's to late to capture this feeling Of white heat and black ashes

Why would I want too - away I let this pain consume whatever it desires

In my world of logical words The script is deep, encrypted to the hilt

Thousands of eyes devour and prey Until all my flesh has been divided

Life is nothing more then a Stairway to Heaven and an elevator to Hell

Black is black, White is white Shadows mere shades of motley hues soured

Escaping to disguised veils of night Hiding eagerly from the purity of light

That's why my eyes can see but have no sight Nature and time have blinded it's witness

Not only of sight but of mind

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EMPTINESS

When nothingness is all consuming and Darken shadows are violently looming

Behind the barred chambers of your motley mind

Let the emptiness loose and show it the sign

The terror lurks in every hill and valley Like a deadbeat mugger in a Godless black

alley Leave the liquor, Mary Jane and gossip disease

Picket those thoughts that cut down deep and bleed

Happiness scares those that are not familiar Imploring that their new world will be similar

How the fear captures desperate hearts So to twist, bite and tear their lives apart

My heart is a dying clock for their on going pain

Reaching out my hand to aid, no one came Just the emptiness of midnights reign

And the revolving carousel of agonizing pain

Change can not prevail joyously over an unwilling soul

Until their Hell stops burning thoughts of harden coal

Cardboard boxes and a blanket of weather snow Usually brings solace and inner peace with

the cold

Extinguishing a never ending reign of pain And their last whimper went silently lame

Muffled heavily by the subway train, The slow moving traffic and aeroplane

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BEACON

Heartfelt memories channel the music of my soul

Even the troubles simplify my woes Cause there can be no true happiness without

pain Bring it on — bring on the rain

Each song tuning to an individual ear Washing out bad frequencies along with the

fear Love is faithful treasures keeping me sane

In the mist of Godless storms my seasons came With your undying love I'll never be lost

in the dark Beyond the fog a lighthouse gleams miles across

the park I've given you my word, my heart, and all

it means And when I'm with you my quivering voice

boldly sings For you are the beacon to light my way

When I open my blinded eyes to see I simply can't find the words to say

Just know in my heart I do believe

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BRIEF SECONDS

My path is not a simple one to tread Along this road that twist and turns

Some bridges are surely left broken While some others wickedly burn

Feverishly the passion mingles both ways No matter what one learns there's no escaping

envy The meek must give way to the jungle savvy

Shades are eagerly willing to embrace a lost soul

In a Godless black world where my heart is a dying clock

Melting in the sands of time and disappearing to memories

Merely waiting to fade into nothingness as once I came

White is all revealing and Black all concealing A rainbow of hues implore to be seen

Brief seconds elapse as I draw a polluted breath

A beacon of piercing light forcefully mauls The barriers to break free in vain

Though the steel bars flex and waver Their hold remain ever strong

My path is long and wide and My stride is left weary

Nothing passes the chambers of my thoughts Except the motley shadows hugging thee now

Welcoming night's darkness Brief seconds flash a white light here and

there Leaking through for brief seconds of weakness

Until an universe of force in concert of a cause

Expands to a zenith and explodes The pieces create the universe within

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A THOUSAND PIECES

A thousand pieces of glass scatter the sandy dirt beneath my bare feet,

My green plaid shirt waves elegantly like liberty on March windy day

Fresh sea air empowers my lungs as I inhale deeply

Expanding my grand sails forward as destiny planned

No time to lay anchor and wait my excursion must forge onward

Fate does not linger still awaiting insightfulness The mirror glass shards are indeed sharp

But does not pierce the valor of my armor Seagulls soar high about with graceful ease

Fancying natures carousel flow of continues motion

When day leans in and kisses the opening of night

A pale blue moon glows bright against a velvet black night sky

As constellations of twinkling diamonds dazzle in the background

Each serenading my eyes with wonder, with their splendid dance

For an instant, this moment, I've discovered peace and tranquility

Lost in contemplative thought and aspirations A thousand pieces come together as one

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IN FULL BLOOM

Somewhere in the low valleys between hills and mountains

There stands a mighty oak alone in full bloom Perfect in shape, form and color

Its trunk has withstood the test of time Growing stronger each year and refreshing

its foliage The blistering sun indulges its toll

On drought laden soil severely crack earth Veins of refreshing waters have dried completely

up Not a drop dare moisten the abandon souls

Yet there stands a mighty oak alone in full bloom

On this day a miracle occurred before my unbelieving eyes

The Heaven's opened wide and angels shed their heavy tears

Upon the grand mighty oak No rain bleed away from the tree

The rain was only enough to fill its need No more, no less

Just enough to quench its thirst I ran to this tree, I ate of its flesh, I

drank of its blood No more then to appease my hunger, no less

then to satisfy my thirst A change cascaded over me and ran through

ever fiber of my being My pain and sorrow flew away as the sun's

love beamed upon me My heart began to unthaw, to gleam a fine

red jewel When I could see the beauty, hear a choir

of birds, The world filled fully in high definition

color No channel was left untouched from Heaven's

palette I too had awaken from the drought that deaden

me I too had opened up wide in full bloom

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THE RIVER PATH

The river path to arrowhead mainspring Was a magical sight for the beholder

Standing firm was the Golden Apple tree of life

As scripture sang and I listen for the silence Drinking in the knowledge

While a field of flowers sway to and fro With the gentle breeze

Like a dance of contemplative thought — They meditate —

My heart arrest, My soul lifted,

My eyes washed in the light, My body but a mere sculpture

Containing the whole As an universe transpires within

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BLANK PAGE

Staring at a blank page is like opening a door to nothingness

But I continue to pass the open windows as they appear

Inking my way via vast darkness of solemn trepidation

My salvation is guarantee through success of this tribulation

Deadness, frozen motion, imprisoned in the moment

Rampant thoughts dissipate eagerly into a vortex

Through this Godless black my heart is like a dying clock

In the stealth of this silence I hear the calling

Much echoes reiterate the reverberating voices chime

The regurgitation of my aches and pains ill my fated time

As inspiration has indeed escaped my mental grasp

Leaving the inking of my creative muse dry and stale

Awaiting me to release the soul from it's fleshy shell

I rip away the barred fabric hiding my earthly skin

And with the same vigor I remove my flesh with zeal,

In this prayer I feel my soul expand into the nothingness

The freedom eases my burden, I feel freshly launder

Renewed, Reborn, FREED Within this instant, darkness became light

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DREAM

When day kisses night That's when my torture initialize

Phantom thoughts of chaos As my synapses digitally pixelize

I'm gonna wake up, wake up Yeah I'm gonna wake up

From this nightmare of a dream Put an end to my silent screams

Dusk quickly vanishes from the light Terror quickens my heart to materialize

Water of the blood deeply baptize These Godless nights leave me petrified

I'm gonna wake up, wake up Yeah I'm gonna wake up

From this nightmare of a dream Put an end to my silent screams

Dream a little dream

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SHOW ME A MIRACLE

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle let it be a flood or fire from the Heaven's

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle even as little as the dead raising from their

graves

I have waited for so long to witness a miracle Have I seen one and missed it I would be hysterical

Lore of ancient times state words that are mystical

Am I falling for a miracle when I should remain logical

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle allow me to see one turn to a pillar of salt

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle show me another building of Noah's ark

Presently the world is in decay as chaos blossoms Drought and famine are prevalent at requiem

Ill weathered people rioting in streets of doom

Their fears gather strongly as fires forever loom

Allow the terror of darken clouds to bring on cleansing storms

Allow the waters to disappear and all nourishing food to withered

Allow the fires to be consummate and ever consuming in the clear

Allow me to witness a miracle, a miracle, before I perish to ash

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle

Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle, a miracle

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CHRISTMAS TO ME

O Holy Night Where Northern star is aglow

I pray my prayer For wisdom

For peace For humanity

Unto this night of nights Thousands of years have past

And mankind needs your salvation Rich in spirit with abundance of faith

Your light shines upon the world Of your everlasting love

I hear the angels singing To the new born king

All the holy bells ringing And the world rejoicing

Christmas true meaning

O Holy night, it's a blessed sight Where Northern star is aglow

I send my Christmas blessings To one and all

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THE OPEN DOOR

The day will come soon that I will not see the light

I will rest at dark and never open my eyes This will be the peace I've so longed for

As I pass this life through the open door

Soon my child I will no longer behold this sight

Darkness will shadow over me and you'll hear no cries

My soul will linger and travel across these vast shores

Until I have settled earthly ties, desire for even more

This hold on me can not reign beyond the pitch black of night

Unless my ravenous soul remains torn between times I've died

How shall I realize whether I be alive or dead forevermore

Until I can see the light, the light, just behind the open door

I will know of this passing when wind chimes sparkle bright

Rainbows drape gloriously across desert blue skies,

Rains pour heavily cleansing my saintly soul as I soar

Yes, I know these truths as I pass through the open door

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ENCHANTED by THE GLORY

Enchanted in the glory My soul radiates beyond the darkness

As your sweet tears drip onto my heart A nourishment beyond compare

There is a sadness for a fractional moment Then I shoulder the burden of your bloody

cross And the thorns pierce my sensitive flesh

Enchanted by the glory

Enchanted by the glory My body feels no real pain beneath your light

Your sweet tears quench my driest thirst Your blue blood appeases my direst hunger

Wisdom flows from your mouth with God's wrath

While there is a happiness within my being I find now, it to be, an everlasting feeling

Enchanted by the glory

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BETWEEN WORLDS

I stand here alone on shallow ground With the heaven's above and hell's below

And an Earth corrupt with chaos lull Forest encompassing both sides

Deadening my echoes call The water beneath my feet travels on

Cold, cold as ice Behind me a dam on verge of busting,

I hear its white noisy rushing, In this moment I outstretch my arms

Welcoming the moment I cease

Yes!

Oh yes!

Take me on as I stand between worlds My world's corrupt and devour by chaos

See my surroundings now A tornado wraps around me

Pounding like a hurricane My blood raging within like a volcano

As a lullaby cradles my harboring soul

I stand alone amidst nature on hollow ground With diamonds raining down and gold nuggets

glow And an Earth collapsing time until there's

none Trees sway in angelic orchestra on both sides

Rejoicing my echoes call The water beneath my feet travels on

Clear, fresh as arctic ice Behind me is a clearing ever so promising

I hear its lush silence approaching In this moment I outstretch my arms

Welcoming the moment I exist

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CREATIVITY

Living in the land of cosmic thought Where lightning bolts continually strike

Creation is merely and act of indulgence Wavering not to critical inquisition

Harboring no ill will toward diversity As the earth arrest on its axes for and instant

Relieving the chaos that has tattered her so

Abstract wakening glow in splendid awe Where reality stands aback to kite

And the gods of free thought wonder Surrendering not to the punnisher

Whaling loudly of meek scone Scruples collide in the ignition of an instant

Relieving the corruption ladening her so

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THE GATES OF DAWN

The gates of a brilliant golden dawn opens, I dare to enter its embrace as angel chorus

amens' A venturous Spring whose beauty gently flows

And the rushing winds sweep heavily as they blow

As revelations bath the deep blacken wells of my eyes

I find no mellifluous engrossing reason today not to die

My body well beaten and impaled by its own scars

Permit no wind full Godless night of monstrous agony bars

The harboring ill sails of a wickedly violent slumber

Burdens my withering frame to its weighted lumber

As revelations pour into deep hollow crevasses of my soul

I seek not a purposeful deduction today to remain whole

Let me welcome the gates of dawn as angels kite,

Allow me to endure the frivolous mundane woes bite

For my strong brave heart eagerly battles the reign

Righteous, willful as the war is only won by the insane

I may be incline to the mellifluous engrossing reason to die

But not to the lame, not prior my last drawn breathe to try

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ARMS OF A ANGEL

When I fell from the arms of an angel My heart broke and disappeared

I lift my voice so the message may kite Extinguishing my compunction, erasing my fear

My love for you has not withered My feelings merely endure the years

Though I know within you were right The pain never subsided but held ever so tight

When I fell from your silent Heaven My grave imprinted upon my wary soul

I raised my voice to new heights so that my message would kite

Extinguishing my energies for what could be my dear

My faith expired eternally by the hour waiting my heart to sear

But fate's mysteries ways always leads one to the light

My will remains ever strong as I come to terms and

take to flight

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THE UNKNOWN

I stand here upon my fresh lone grave Feeling every thing gradually disappear

As mourners slowly slip away, While dawn draws to mid day

Angels tears are showering on me A Heaven's kiss blessing thee

An orchestra of silence my platinum key I kneel here now for my angel to collect me

I hear solemn voices far and near As the last shadows fade away

Nature's chorus kite in the background Until sections of time are laid down

I can not sleep in final rest Until I'm in the arms of an angel,

A Godless night is approaching With raging storms deafening my ears

Roaring thunder quakes as lightning dare bless A violent dark with its forging light

The mist all encompassing lingers and gathers Beneath my spirited feet where ground is sod

Lumbering this new life erecting from my death Pain has not ceased but by far is less

No harboring will resides in me For my energies have towered beyond you see

To the unknown

NEXT POEM

RHYTHMIC RAIN

Listening intently to the rhythmic rain dance across my patina weathered tin roof

I lightly closed my eyes and allowed my imagination to run with the swiftness of derby horses

hoofs Welcoming the night with all its mysteries

and wonder My mind relaxes in the warmth of darkness

and ponders Only a faint light cascades into the room

through a window pane As the moon baths the earth driving all insane

Just as my weary body is drifting off to sleep The rhythmic rain taps heavily now with angels

weep As the light fails to fully penetrate the

nights depths While vacant breath leaves the air stiff and

stale Until I catch my spirit again with a quick

and sudden gasp

Escaping the suffocating grasp of death's fatal claws

My eyes pop and my ears enjoy the rhythmic rain

square dance freely upon my well weathered tin roof

NEXT POEM

WORDS

Words—what meaning they endear I could spill my words with a dragon's fiery

breathe Or with a exotic panther's gentle wistful

purr Toasted in intellectual wealth or a proletariat's

burr

But truly, what meaning does words hold?

Words—gossip to demean or words designed to

generate a filling smile Words—sharp as Xavier's silvery sword

exuding my royal blood into platinum chalice

The libation—encompassing life taste exquisitely good

So which words will resonant the longest LINGER

Which words will fade before the dawn DISAPPEAR

Truth be told—without the respect you desperately seek

words offer no pain nor comfort words merely idle until the fumes dissipate

NEXT POEM

GATES of ETERNAL LIGHT

Like the gates of a new dawn opening unto a new

Spring day mirroring a plethora of revelations

I can not stop the Heaven's from crying I can not arrest the body from dying

I can not cease the soul from denying I can not halt our love from demising

The gates of eternal light open wide As it springs forth a wealth of loving beauty

and love

I feel its iridescent breath rush feverishly hard

against my silken wings—ever eager to abide My conscious heightens preserving the splendor

and wonders chorusing above

I can not stop the Heaven's from crying I can not arrest the body from dying

I can not cease the soul from denying I can not halt our love from demising

I'm compiled to gaze into the eyes of life Into the gates of eternal light

NEXT POEM

GOD GREW TIRED OF US

Decades have gone as thousands of years have passed

Though the word and faith remain agile and strong

No miracles promenade in the streets as of old

Where are these miracles to sustain us today?

Has God simply forsaken his grand creations?

Or has God grew tired of us and no longer amused?

Leaving us abandon and to our own accord To punish ourselves with our words and actions

Havoc inundates simple minds with no compunction Where are the miracles to refresh the world?

Or is God simply abiding time to hurl his gauntlet?

To stomp his feet and clear us from his thoughts?

God grew tired of us—

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I WANT YOU TO KNOW

I want you to know romance is fine and Love will come in time

But at this moment this very moment I want you more then you'll ever know

Deliver me from harsh cold and keep me warm On the outskirts of town hidden in the high

grass We'll do things and make nature's sounds

Lying side by side on mother's earth bountiful ground

Share your sweet honey where the bees swarm I'm the bear of your heart's love forever

to last We'll bind as one and let our souls bound

Lying face to face we are Salomon's mound

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CHAMELEONS

Chameleons tread a vacant forsaken path With a watchful eye the trail is drawn

A sudden blink and everything may be lost The sun dawns and night always falls

The in-between is where changing colors are found

Everything is not black and white as it seems Watch chameleons colors change on and on

The cycle is infinite with rights and wrongs As life matures through stings and bites

When you see, know you'll have discovered light

Tread leery this path but lightly dust away your prints

See the whole world, what it has to show Just beware where the ghostly wind blows

NEXT POEM

TEMPERED STEEL

Hard, cold tempered steel A greased axle turns the wheel

A little force, a smooth glide Deep in the core, a sweet sweet ride

All grinding gears are in kinetic motion Heating up, melting down the viscous lotion

Long, thick the steady rod came Liberally greased the chassis flames

Acute forms confirm with brilliant charm Sleek, masculine and silent links a solid

chain firm

Fevered oils violently expels as temperatures rise

As such artful beauty displays with nothing to hide

NEXT POEM

NO WORDS

Listen to the willow trees when the sun rises Their silence is deafening to the day

The prevailing swamps dampens the quiet Stillness in the air hardens with time

Clocks remain frozen as one man walks alone A night will never come to kiss the day

Like trapped memories the willow trees have much to say

Listen softly and truth will set you free If only you can bring yourself to believe

No words can express the wealth of ink in my pen

No paper can capture truth of blood beneath my skin

Nor can I hide these feelings inside I must reserve these thoughts to myself

As you are eager to move on, I could never hold you back

As I give raze to this forest of willow trees I'll have more pen and paper for my ink

to bleed Whatever scrapes remain will burn to ash

Frozen in the choke hold of continual consumption

Where there is no words, there is no reprieve!!!

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CRYSTAL WINE

Moonlit nights, crystal wine and candle lights A snippy summer breeze passes rightfully by

Our shadows promenade beneath a misty night sky

Sweet visions conjure charms for my discerning eye

Nightmares are abandon in foggy mist of our fight

What we have between us now is our valued prize

Kismet we may not be but our destinies now kite

Our souls physically bind in a twisted tie As we devilishly long for the others bite

Like famed vampires thirst for crystal wine Our cravings wave with moon full tide

NEXT POEM

SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Sunny springs and whimper wills Alice in Wonderland

The rabbit, a top hat Sinks in depths of dark hole

Open eyes can never be deprived of Mask and disguise

Are—I—Am Hypnotized

by the signs that I've died Deprived of a psychedelic life

Where that sixties music Puff the Magic Dragon and

Captain Kangaroo Invade my dreams

Memories of a childhood Captured in a video box

Zaa Zam, Hercules and Tarzan

Are heroes of the sun Werewolves and gypsies

Are always there to please me In a time of need

Look close as I bleed Fangs pierce deep tattoos

For my blue blood The drink is smooth and

Inundated with euphoria life, A touch of strife adds soar bite

When moon and sun collide I need not hide from the eyes

Behind the velvet sky Cold hands lift me unto warm arms

In fevered twilight My crystal skull

Can't shatter nor break But releases a sea of ocean lakes

Images of eons Trapped—Awaiting

To be revealed From death comes new life

Symbols are the sign Icons

I have sight to see But I may still be blind

To what's before me Walking deserts of hundreds of degrees

Scarce of vegetation and Deep southern libation

Nothing to frivolous, nothing to mundane My leathery flesh

Shields my evaporating blood A mere skeleton

I be Daring to tread, trekking aimlessly

Through a never ending mirage— Mirage

Feeling like a ragout vagrant In Gucci gold and Armani suit

A blanket of angels dive toward me In a murder of crows

Vultures Eager to pick thy bones

Movement has slowed and The snow is dry

Shadows are my only shade When I elect to lay for end of day

Quiet is silent and Silence brings me an overwhelming peace

While a plethora of thoughts rage Aroma caught on a homeless breeze

As sand hits my frail knees This be my last breath

I fear My final statement

Imprinted in the sands To be erased by lonesome

Prevailing winds For this is my flesh

Partake and it shall Sustain thee

This is my chalice, my royal blood Drink and your thirst shall be satisfied

What other reason would I have died?

If not to offer you a second chance At salvation

Why do you allow my expiration To be in vain?

Just look to the sunny springs and The whimper wills

I'll be somewhere in the grains of sand

NEXT POEM

LAVENDER LOST

Gathering my thoughts amidst a lavender scent I knew instantly without doubt what this smell

meant Her movement was slow and calculatingly silent

But her sweet aromatic lavender proceeded her this moment,

From behind her cold hands blanketed my eyes Concurrently my heart palpitated, arrested,

as I felt The moment fleeing by as her shadow melts

Feelings cascaded through me like a hot summer rain,

My heart forever sorrows as I watched her spirit whirl the drain

Nature can be so cruel— now she's a lavender lost

  a memory, a name

Taken by the ravages of time and circumstance without shame

The present fails a sentence or to cast blame It's a man's nightmare on a never ending

train Her aroma swirls around me in the lavender

captured by my brain

Silence never seemed so appealing—Rewarding Recalling precious memories that are motionlessly

drowning Saving the best times for last may be their

very ending I'll always hold dear the taste of her lavender

in the morning It's a timeless thought—of moments an

a lavender lost

NEXT POEM

T.R.U.T.H.

   Truth is a seed nested in a soiled heart awaiting nourishment to aid its growth,

with time and diligence it will gradually take a path of much resistance—not by choice

but by circumstance—eventually this once small destitute seed will capture the light

absorbing its strength and blossom beyond words

   Lies are the weeds that need little attendance to prosper, without proper grooming,

weeding away excessive growth they'll flourish and take over with jungle vengeance—with

time—lies will swivel up and deteriorate from truths brutal bounty and beauty—wilting

away into the nothingness only to be carried swiftly by scornful winds to the unknown.

   Lies withering and dying in an unmarked grave where no one knows its name and the

erosion continues to chew and gnaw.

While truth opens up into a magnificence tree of life and love—radiates its glory near

and far like a fountain spring.

   Its salvation is a fragrant bath—

NEXT POEM

LOOK

Reach inside my heart and retrieve the wealth of my love

It's yours for the taking a lavender gift from high above

Look into my blue eyes and tell me you need none

Look deep into my wells and embrace the full sum

I've opened my heart, extending the wings of my soul

It's yours do as you will—to throw away or watch it grow

Look beyond past, present, drop seed in soil and behold

Look within depths of yourself, unveil the truth,

the lavender you will know

Together we'll discover new worlds, as one, we'll run

Toward a fantastic future, a plethora of lessons won

Look at our history, the gods will not shun Look at our here and now as we're eager

to engross the sun

Look now for this may be our last opportunity to believe

In the lavender love residing between us this very moment

The skies are the bluest, grass the greenest, our lavender love the purest

Look now for the roughest patch is behind us—you'll see

Have faith in what you know is there and receive My love, my heart is yours for the taking,

a flooding sea

NEXT POEM

THEATER OF MEMORY

My world is a theater of pain When the pills come it will not last

My world is a theater of memory Recollecting on things gone past,

As visual as my current present I've played these memories many time

It's a slide show of a joyful weeping soul I've out lived these precious thoughts

That I share freely with every one else I've seen that look before a many of times

Trying to be polite while not caring to hear Guess I have told these memories to long

Much longer then others can bear

But—  I live in a theater of pain—a theater

of memory  I live in a theater of pain—a theater

of memory RUSTIC MEMORIES

Rustic cabin, weathered chaps, western decor Well worn beaten boots grace the floor

Cowboy life is simple, cowboy ways are hard Ruggedly poised before a faggot, he strikes

fire

The deep sleepless wells of his dark lazy eyes

Reflect a glint of moonlight sparking them alive

Into the thick of night so boundless, so far, Under deep drawn breath he casually wishes

on distant star

Long cold prairie nights and warm soiled leathers No regrets, never looked back, naturally he

knew better Aches and pains are his slow suicide without

visual trace But in his pocket as silver locket and a piece

of ragged lace

Time has been a wickedly cruel bastard Taking away true love—worst then any disaster

A handful of useless things help recall rustic memories

In this instant, in this moment, in this Godless cemetery

How's a cowboy to kept forging with heart of a dying clock

When he holds the key but lost his precious lock

Time keeps churning the sours of buttermilk As a lone cowboy embraces a handkerchief of

delicate silk

Even the driest Sahara deserts shed a tear No matter how strong or tough lies the fear

Rusting spurs, aged dirty saddle needing repair and oiled

Through sins of penitence the remains are true and loyal

True and loyal are rustic memories A little love needing things to be

True and loyal are rustic memories A solid epitaph this hard cowboy sees

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Spider-Man is all but invincible.

But Parker, we can destroy him.

I can't.

Betrayal must not be countenanced.

Parker must be educated.

What do I do?

Instruct him in the matters of loss and pain.

Make him suffer. Make him wish he were dead.

Yes?

And then grant his wish.

But how?

The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.

Tell me how!

The heart, Osborn.

First, we attack his heart.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses...

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Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us...

Deliver us!

Finish it!

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Highlights | 2016 Topgolf Tour | Topgolf - Duration: 2:20.

This is the Topgolf Tour.

Last year 16 cities across America hosted over 1000 participants of men and

women, of all backgrounds, of all skill levels,

pairing up to compete in the inaugural season of the Topgolf Tour.

Their quest earning a trip to Las Vegas to compete for $50,000.

As our first Topgolf Tour champions, the competition was serious.

>> We know what we have to do.

Wanna score every time.

>> This is serious, though, I mean this is our chance to win something.

>> I expect us to win.

>> But it's still Topgolf.

>> We love this game. It's cool to be out here.

>> By the way, that's the best shot I've hit all day.

>> In Atlanta, the famed Brian Brothers trick shot duo needed a new bro, so

they held a nationwide search and the Internet delivered.

>> One he's gone, he's off playing his tour.

I'm going to be playing on my tour, the Topgolf Tour.

Come on, America! Help me out!

>> They battle hard, but

failed to win missing their chance to join the other regional champions in Las Vegas.

But the Brian brothers never go quietly.

George and Wesley headed to Vegas to kick off

the Tour Championship with a trick shot like no other.

And then it began.

$50,000 on the line.

Things got real.

>> The stakes are high on this one.

>> Some handled the pressure better than others.

>> It's tough.

>> They beat us.

>> Yeah, and it happens.

>> Eventually, leading to the final showdown.

Team Virginia Beach versus San Antonio.

It was neck and neck until the final shots.

Then our champions emerged.

[MUSIC]

>> We gave it our all.

We had a lot of fun.

We'll be back.

>> This is an awesome experience.

So, the Topgolf was awesome.

>> We had a blast.

This is an awesome format.

>> I enjoyed it all.

We get to swing the golf club a little bit, watch some sports, and

drink some beer.

Can't go wrong.

>> Who will take the crown in 2017?

Stay tuned as the new season starts this summer.

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Girl gamers?

They should be called girl LAMERS.

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Privacy and Security in the digital age

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Ingredients 5 tablespoons malted milk powder 1 tablespoon dark chocolate sauce ⅔ cup milk 1 pint chocolate ice cream

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Add chocolate ice cream and blend 10 to 15 seconds or until slushy.

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BALL BROTHERS FUNNY Q&A :: Lonzo Ball, Lamelo Ball And LiAngelo Ball Q&A FUNNY 2017! - Duration: 12:31.

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The 7 Strangest Secret Societies - Duration: 11:00.

The Bilderberg Group, The Freemasons, The Mickey Mouse Club - when it comes to bizarre

and perverse practices, these are the secret societies most people think of almost immediately.

But did you know there are many more hidden groups whose activities and entry requirements

are far stranger and way more interesting than a bunch of guys in business suits?

We've got a group of stoned assassins, some crazy Russian eunuchs, and a bunch of Indian

guys who know how to build flying saucers.

So let's take a look at these weirdos and more in our list of the seven strangest secret

societies.

Number 7: Ordo Templi Orientis Ordo Templi Orientis or Order of the Temple

of the East is a secret religious society which began in a similar fashion to the Freemasons.

But, rather than gathering in lodges and making grand plans to control the world, the members

of the Ordo Templi Orientis are instead content to worship the penis and teach the magic of

self pleasure.

Fair enough, some people want a new world order, others want to fiddle with their bits,

who am I to judge?

Much of the group's lore and philosophy was composed by famed English occultist and Hot

Topic poster-boy Aleister Crowley, with his influence helping to craft Ordo Templi Orientis'

focus on self-improvement through occult ritual.

Although, judging by the requirements of initiation ritual eleven, which implores members to interact

with excrement, blood and mucus to recreate Crowley's dream of giving birth to, and I

quote, "a mass of blood and slime", I'm not sure how improved I'd feel in my self after

that.

Meh, I'll give it a shot anyways.

Number 6: The Hashshashin When you think of the word Hashshashin what

kind of image does it conjure up?

Perhaps some weird group of stoner assassins who Scooby Doo their way from one contract

killing to another?

If so, then you're pretty much bang on.

Also known as the Nizari, the Hashshashin were a mysterious group of 13th Century Muslim

assassins who tried to set up their own country and undertook missions involving espionage,

sabotage and assassination; all the while being stoned out of their minds.

The term Hashshashin vaguely translates as "hashish user" and this is where we derive

the modern term "assassin" from.

But if you think these Middle Eastern, Medieval, Mary Jane loving Muslims were a bunch of bumbling

morons then think again - they were cold hearted killers and nothing less.

Richard the Lionheart was one of their most famous clients, with the Hashshashins performing

many contract hits for him during the Crusades, and it was only the combined might of the

Mongol Hordes which finally put an end to this bizarre group's reign of toke-filled

terror.

Number 5: Ashoka's Nine Unknown Men Formed in 270 BC by Indian King Ashoka of

the Maurya dynasty, this secret society contained only nine men, but was believed by some to

be one of the most powerful groups in the world.

And why?

Well the men involved were chosen based on their expert knowledge of an individual field,

and each was required to compile their expertise into a book, which could then be used to control

and influence the world's population.

These books are rumoured to still exist today, with the information contained within supposedly

updated to reflect our modern world.

The first book is a guide on how to use psychological techniques to create propaganda, with the

second and third books covering microbiology and human anatomy.

The fourth book is a study into alchemy and metal work, but after that things start to

get a little weird.

Book five tells you how to communicate with extra-terrestrials, book six is basically

a "how to build your own spaceship" guide, book seven is about time travel, and book

eight details how man can manipulate the speed of light.

The final book covers sociology and the evolution of human societies, but after all the time

travel and alien stuff, I imagine this last one's not much of a page-turner.

Number 4: The Order of the Occult Hand Have you ever experienced that weird feeling

you get when you suddenly learn a new word or phrase, then you can't stop seeing it everywhere

for days, weeks or even months afterwards?

That's called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, and one group who seem to love provoking this

feeling are the Order of the Occult Hand.

This secret society is mostly comprised of print journalists who have one single goal;

to insert the phrase "it was as if an occult hand had" into newspapers, magazines and other

printed publications.

This odd ritual began in 1965 when the friends of police reporter Joseph Flanders were so

amused by his use of the phrase that they decided to smuggle it into as many articles

as possible.

The Order was exposed in 2004 when a killjoy reporter at the Chicago Tribune wrote a piece

about them, but this hasn't stopped their fun one bit.

Because in 2006 leader Paul Greenberg, a Pulitzer prize-winning editor, announced that a new

phrase had been chosen by the group, one which remains undiscovered to this day.

Number 3: The Society of the Horseman's Word This British society was basically a club

for 19th Century horse whisperers, with its members required to be employed in the care

of horses, to keep the secrets of handling horses, and be willing to shake hands with

the devil during the group's acceptance ritual - albeit a devil whose arm was made from a

fur covered broom.

But still, if you're blindfolded you're always taking a risk by holding out your hand to

grab something long, hard and furry.

While much of the Horsemen's activity revolved around sharing and retaining the knowledge

needed to care for horses, some members were known to take their horse love to a weirdly

spiritual level.

At the time, horses were seen as somewhat mystical animals, and those who controlled

them were thought to have magical powers.

In some parts of the UK, Horsemen were even known as Horse Witches, and this reputation

wasn't helped by their use of a secret word known only to their members.

Each chapter of the society would have its own individual secret word, and those who

spoke it were supposedly able to control horses and women at will.

But some Horsemen societies were known to use just one single statement as their secret

word, with that phrase being "Both in One".

I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to what that means.

Number 2: The Giga Society Remember that Indian group with only nine

members?

Well the Giga Society is even more exclusive, consisting of just six or seven members in

total, depending on which randomly Googled source you'd like me to believe.

The Giga Society is pretty vague on what its members get up to and how elaborate their

super secret handshake is.

But since membership to this group is based on intelligence, I'd guess very.

The Giga Society comprises solely of individuals who can demonstrate an IQ higher than 195.

This would make you smarter than 99.9999999% of the population, but if you miss the cut-off

point you can always try the Mega Society, who require an IQ of 172 to join their 26

member club.

Too dumb to be Mega?

Then join Prometheus; if you can hit their 160 IQ target.

or Triple Nine if you're only able to scrape above 146.

An IQ of 135 will get you into Intertel, and it only takes a 130 IQ to join Mensa's 110,000

members.

Anything less than that and you'll be lucky to get into Chuck E Cheese.

Number 1: The Skoptsy The Skoptsy are by far the most gruesome secret

society on this list, as rather than celebrating human sexuality like Aleister Crowley and

his pals, this brutal Russian sect would castrate men and mastectomise women in the belief that

genitals and breasts were sinful.

Founded in the 18th Century by two peasants, the Skoptsy thought that genitals and breasts

only appeared after Adam and Eve consumed a piece of forbidden fruit.

Interesting theory.

I wonder what other cool sexy junk we'd have if they'd eaten their five a day?

But for the Skoptsy one pair of boobs or balls was one pair too many, and with no anaesthetic

or surgical implements, members would often resort to carving them off with primitive

shaving knives.

These folks sound pretty crazy right?

But at one point there were over 100,000 Skoptsy living and presumably bleeding in Russia,

with many of its members including high-ranking officials and generals.

Their numbers have dwindled of late, but there are still a rumoured 200 Skoptsy followers

to this very day, with their most famous member being one Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.

Ha, just kidding.

But now I think about it, that would explain a lot.

So did you enjoy our video?

I hope so, because we probably don't have many left with Putin's death squads now on

their way to poison my burrito.

But if you'd like to know more about peculiar people and their perverse practices, then

take a look at our recent video on the ten strangest mating rituals.

None of which the Skoptsy are capable of enjoying.

For more infomation >> The 7 Strangest Secret Societies - Duration: 11:00.

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Top 3 VOID Elemental Primaries! #Destiny - Duration: 5:46.

Hi Guardians I have covered all the raid elemental primaries in my previous video And since you

guys liked the video so much I thought let's continue this with a top elemental primary

series.

So this will be the first of three videos coming up where I will go through the top

3 best guns for the elementals Void, Solar and Arc.

In this video we will go through the void primaries.

I expect the Void primaries to become very popular as 2 of the 4 raids the Vault of Glass

and the Wrath of the Machine both have void shielded enemies.

Using a Void primary means that you can use your primary to destroy the void shields and

you can continue to use your favorite secondary or heavy weapon that might not have the same

elemental damage.

Not to say that it will replace your dark drinker for the wrath of the machine raid,

the dark drinker will still be the most effective exotic for that raid.

But if you have a good legendary replacement for the heavy weapon slot then you might want

to use the exotic slot for an primary elemental exotic instead.

So lets have a look at all the Void primaries.

We have the vault of glass autorifle the Atheon's Epilogue,

The hand cannons word of crota and Zaouli's bane

The king's fall scout Doom of Chelchis and the wrath of the machine pulse rifle the steel

medulla

So lets start with the number 3 spot, this goes to the Word of Crota.

Back in year 1 word of crota was the go to weapon for void burn and that is for a good

reason, hand cannons were very consistent and did not suffer that much of a damage fall

off.

Now range is king on the hand cannon and range is lacking for the word of crota.

The base range is at an awful low 25 and hammer forged is able to increase the range but this

will still be at a lackluster level at a max range of 37, given the range nerfs this gun

is not the consistent gun anymore from year 1 , but hand cannons are still good at dealing

big chunk of damage to enemies so the word of crota sits at spot number 3

The number 2 Spot goes to the Doom of Chelchis, this adept version has the fixed perk full

auto whereas the legendary version can come with other perks like rangefinder, life support

and eye of the storm.

Scouts are the most popular guns for raids and nightfalls because you typically want

to stay far away from the enemies as possible at these high light level activities.

And scouts are very accurate, consistent and have a long range that is suitable for these

activities, and having full auto on a scout means that you can consistently sustain damage

just by holding the trigger.

The Doom of Chelchis also has the perk cocoon which reloads the gun for you when you switch

temporarily to your secondary or heavy weapon, this is very helpful during boss damage phases

where you start out with either your sniper or heavy weapon and once you are out of ammo

you can just switch to you primary which is already automatically reloaded for you.

It is just a gamers life enhancement perk.

Other than this the gun does not has much to offer in the perk tree, it has smallbore

to bump up the average stats at the expense of mag size , hand loaded for extra range

which is not really needed for a scout and lightweight is just meh…

When we look at the base stat this gun is very average and there is no stat that stands

out, but in this case that is fine, you want to have a consistent scout , but given the

fact that there isnt anything that stands out in the perk tree other than full auto

and the cocoon perk which may proc every now and then the Doom of Chelchis earns it number

2 spot.

So in the number 1 spot we have the wrath of the machine pulse rifle the Steel medulla.

This gun sits in the comfortable 14 impact archetype like the famous hopscotch pilgrim.

The base stat are fantastic, it has an above average range, stability and reload, so this

already gives it a head start compared with other similar guns but the Steel Medulla also

has additional perks that makes this already great gun even better.

First of all it is a hakke pulse rifle so it fires burst of 4 bullets instead of 3,

and in pve this can add up in terms of dps.

Second of all the steel medulla has full auto to sustain that dps without the need to release

the trigger, and thirdly it also comes with the signature perk sign of four which causes

the fourth burst to do extra damage after landing three bursts.

So you see how those perks all work together in making this gun even better.

And in the middle column you can have three solid options in the perk tree, Hand laid

stock to make this gun even more stabile , high caliber rounds which is the go to perk , this

pairs very well with the gun as it can keep yellow bar enemies easily stun locked, and

speed reload for that extra reload speed.

I recommend to run this with high caliber rounds.

So the steel medulla earns it number one spot with its great synergy of perks making this

in my opinion the best Void Primary weapon that you should use for any void activity.

So that wraps it up for the video, a solar and arc top 3 will be coming soon so subscribe

to stay up to date on that or if this is the past and the solar and arc videos are already

ready in that case you can find it in the right hand corner as a Youtube card.

You can also find a video where I showcased all the Raid Elemental primaries.

Anyways let me know your thoughts on the top 3 in the comments below.

A like is appreciated if you enjoyed this.

Subscribe if you want more Destiny content, tips & tricks and review videos, and as always

I will see you in the next video guardians!

For more infomation >> Top 3 VOID Elemental Primaries! #Destiny - Duration: 5:46.

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Get To Know: Ole Miss Men's Tennis - Random Fact About a Teammate - Duration: 1:09.

(upbeat music)

- Man, it's tough not to get these questions beforehand.

- Rob hunts alligators, so that's weird for me.

I've never seen that before.

(laughs)

- Tim's recent tattoo binge, can we talk about that?

- Oh, yeah, Tim and Fabi both recently got tattoos.

- Maybe about Grey Hamilton,

he was never laughing in his entire life.

Except of when he's standing in front of the camera so,

maybe that's a random fact.

- Not just one, not just two,

three, three tattoos. - But three, yeah.

- Probably that Sieman has the biggest calfs in Mississippi.

- And the biggest head.

(everyone laughs)

- We could have a discussion about

how much thought you should put into these decisions.

But, you know, (laughs)

there's merit in just having spontaneity as well.

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