Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in The Armored Poets of Reconciliation's LiveJournal:



Monday, July 11th, 2005

1:09 am

[korimickster]



The lonely firefly consuming what was once a soul

A compass; a canvas

We are nowhere near the end of an era

Children with miniature faceplates turning corners

Repeating the wild misconceptions that fuel the embers of a flame

Extinct

Keys called in an order to produce structure

Calling in the name of love and trumpets

One and eight, fighting, a battle ever so inclusive

Remembering our new ceremony that has yet to happen

Into the suitcase we climb

Setting sail to the undeniable and inevitable

A lovely passage of time and torment

A movie script ending.



Current Mood: depressed The Empty Street and the Final Percentage

An empty companionThe lonely firefly consuming what was once a soulA compass; a canvasWe are nowhere near the end of an eraChildren with miniature faceplates turning cornersRepeating the wild misconceptions that fuel the embers of a flameExtinctKeys called in an order to produce structureCalling in the name of love and trumpetsOne and eight, fighting, a battle ever so inclusiveRemembering our new ceremony that has yet to happenInto the suitcase we climbSetting sail to the undeniable and inevitableA lovely passage of time and tormentA movie script ending. (Comment on this)

Thursday, May 12th, 2005

2:14 am

[dallasblack]

why not am i here?

more less than none.

put your dick in my pants.

ouch?

catatonic ledger....

"heath" wank

the sexualwhy not am i here?more less than none.put your dick in my pants.ouch?catatonic ledger...."heath" (1 Comment |Comment on this)

Friday, April 15th, 2005

Monday, March 28th, 2005

6:07 pm

[workdupsosexual]



machanical and electric wonder,

let them sink in

and feel the floating sensation

built like a fine swiss watch

yet rugged like a tank

confortable, cool and dry.

you've got to feel it to believe it.

the ecstacy of sumptuous body confomity

yours to enjoy for an unheardly 3rd of a year.

musculoskeletal in your bedroom try out offer,

recognized by NASA. ode to the tempur-pedic mattress.

weightless sleep machinemachanical and electric wonder,let them sink inand feel the floating sensationbuilt like a fine swiss watchyet rugged like a tankconfortable, cool and dry.you've got to feel it to believe it.the ecstacy of sumptuous body confomityyours to enjoy for an unheardly 3rd of a year.musculoskeletal in your bedroom try out offer,recognized by NASA. (4 Comments |Comment on this)

Sunday, February 13th, 2005

12:41 am

[korimickster]





The amber lights reflect

A night, so somber

The brain of a child: confused

Swollen are the glands of the artifact.



A friend, a kayak

The crystal sea is open

Waves crash no more; insanity

The middle of a lake?



The treasure awaits

The friend becomes xChadx

He purchases GTA:III for $4

The middle of the lake. A transaction.



I purchase an Elliott Smith poster



The wallet is dropped in the water

A young Mr. Mixter scrambles

He slowly slips lower into the sea

A gentle stream of life enters his lungs



wake.



Current Mood: depressed A dream.

NOTE: True story.The amber lights reflectA night, so somberThe brain of a child: confusedSwollen are the glands of the artifact.A friend, a kayakThe crystal sea is openWaves crash no more; insanityThe middle of a lake?The treasure awaitsThe friend becomes xChadxHe purchases GTA:III for $4The middle of the lake. A transaction.I purchase an Elliott Smith posterThe wallet is dropped in the waterA young Mr. Mixter scramblesHe slowly slips lower into the seaA gentle stream of life enters his lungswake. (Comment on this)

Thursday, January 20th, 2005

10:03 pm

[korimickster]



Fallen through with a gleaming glow

A static January with another lighthouse beacon

Media has fallen through to Satan's control



Sleep, she will... I say goodnight

A wonderful casket for the father of irony

The ceiling crumbles before my feet

The walls collapse into my ears as they take in the glory



A hasteful collision

Thirteen dictionaries are found safe ashore

One of them reads: "Nelson"

It is a static January



Current Mood: depressed The Pure

A fairweather maidenFallen through with a gleaming glowA static January with another lighthouse beaconMedia has fallen through to Satan's controlSleep, she will... I say goodnightA wonderful casket for the father of ironyThe ceiling crumbles before my feetThe walls collapse into my ears as they take in the gloryA hasteful collisionThirteen dictionaries are found safe ashoreOne of them reads: "Nelson"It is a static January (Comment on this)

Friday, January 14th, 2005

11:46 am

[korimickster]



A last resort

Plastic melts like my decaying bones

The sarcophagus of a desk is ever so powerful



Forgotten is the wooden phalluce

Twelve children hide from the monster

A menace to the social stereotype

Boston is where this disaster ensues



And as the flames swallow the soul of a virgin

Walter steps from his casket

Victorious in his final rescue

The children sing the eulogy of one Mr. Melon



He cries as his bones collapse

The children held tight in his broken arms

They flee the scene and head for safety

Once again, Walter Melon is reborn



Current Mood: depressed The Unit Discovery

The aluminum office is in flamesA last resortPlastic melts like my decaying bonesThe sarcophagus of a desk is ever so powerfulForgotten is the wooden phalluceTwelve children hide from the monsterA menace to the social stereotypeBoston is where this disaster ensuesAnd as the flames swallow the soul of a virginWalter steps from his casketVictorious in his final rescueThe children sing the eulogy of one Mr. MelonHe cries as his bones collapseThe children held tight in his broken armsThey flee the scene and head for safetyOnce again, Walter Melon is reborn (Comment on this)

Saturday, January 1st, 2005

Thursday, December 16th, 2004

2:21 pm

[korimickster]



The blue and white, a cursor

Turning left; acceleration

Where is the chemical?

Who knows the answer?

Devotion.

Inside of a swirling tube; slowly spinning

It is only an imagination

The ink runs through her veins like electricity

An injection.

Poisoned... poised, she is a statue

Underneath the floor there runs a marathon

A document that holds no answers

The messenger understands his command

He contains the chemical

Into an alley, the transaction is completed

A service; April in Cornerstone

Never again will the morning bird sing

Five will enter the chamber

But none will understand



Current Mood: depressed One Incredible Majesty

She is the starlight, no?The blue and white, a cursorTurning left; accelerationWhere is the chemical?Who knows the answer?Devotion.Inside of a swirling tube; slowly spinningIt is only an imaginationThe ink runs through her veins like electricityAn injection.Poisoned... poised, she is a statueUnderneath the floor there runs a marathonA document that holds no answersThe messenger understands his commandHe contains the chemicalInto an alley, the transaction is completedA service; April in CornerstoneNever again will the morning bird singFive will enter the chamberBut none will understand (Comment on this)

Saturday, November 20th, 2004

12:47 pm

[korimickster]



Underneath a canopy of faith

She lies in confusion with angst

Distance is an obstacle

Forgotten are those who forgot

A catastrophy... a monologue

Can we no longer sing the songs of love and war?



Current Mood: depressed November's Sincere Monologue

The rampage: a tribute.Underneath a canopy of faithShe lies in confusion with angstDistance is an obstacleForgotten are those who forgotA catastrophy... a monologueCan we no longer sing the songs of love and war? (Comment on this)

Wednesday, November 10th, 2004

12:24 pm

[forgetthenight]



"Oh window in the night,

the angle of internal reflection is reached,

you show me things i already see,

but show my what is behind you, window."



"May I blind thee to my inner sanctum?

close thy eyelids and remove my fear

what lies behind this window in the night?

one can't be hurt, by what one cannot see."



The window speaks to corey...

"turn off the light, dear inhabitant,

then you may see what is behind me,

only in the dark, can one see clearly,

clearly through my pane."



"For blinding entices the fear,

looking through me, to familiar places,

will reassure you that thy life is safe.

close my eyes, and open thine worst nightmare."



corey speaks to the window...

"light can be a prankster in the night.

however, it reassures me

that my reflection in your eyes

is that of a familiar place"



"close your eyes window,

blind us both from the truth.

fear lies within me,

but i must close mine too

we rest together through the night"



"save your reflection

for daybreak approaches,

and then i shall see clearly through

through to familiar place."



Current Mood: accomplished Window oh window

corey speaks to the window..."Oh window in the night,the angle of internal reflection is reached,you show me things i already see,but show my what is behind you, window.""May I blind thee to my inner sanctum?close thy eyelids and remove my fearwhat lies behind this window in the night?one can't be hurt, by what one cannot see."The window speaks to corey..."turn off the light, dear inhabitant,then you may see what is behind me,only in the dark, can one see clearly,clearly through my pane.""For blinding entices the fear,looking through me, to familiar places,will reassure you that thy life is safe.close my eyes, and open thine worst nightmare."corey speaks to the window..."light can be a prankster in the night.however, it reassures methat my reflection in your eyesis that of a familiar place""close your eyes window,blind us both from the truth.fear lies within me,but i must close mine toowe rest together through the night""save your reflectionfor daybreak approaches,and then i shall see clearly throughthrough to familiar place." (Comment on this)

Monday, November 8th, 2004

12:42 pm

[korimickster]



He lives within

Does he care? No

A rainbow of despair



How naked is the scrutiny?

How singular is the exit?

A hatred. A mission.

Still he markets his product



Painful is the day of question

Motionless, so emaciated

Take these options

Or take the diamond.



Current Mood: depressed The Country, The Challenge, The Leadership

Once more, an annual updateHe lives withinDoes he care? NoA rainbow of despairHow naked is the scrutiny?How singular is the exit?A hatred. A mission.Still he markets his productPainful is the day of questionMotionless, so emaciatedTake these optionsOr take the diamond. (Comment on this)

Sunday, November 7th, 2004

4:02 am

[snacktor]





:26 /awwww, open eyes, to a crimson sky/

/ore the battlefield, where comrades have died/

/but you see one rise and let out his warriors cry/



/the last and only of his kind/

/taken from birth, robbed of human life/

/mechanized into what is right, and that right, is to fight!/



(chorus)

:54 /why cant you see and follow his selflessness?/

/never looking back, continue forward progress/

/lettin out a yell, cmon men its your day!/

/Lets make those evil bastards pay/



/For honor, not glory, is his drive/

/ohhhh, for duty, not pride, he will sacrifice/

/he's heaven, he's hell, until his last breath/

/the plaguing evils, will recieve his death, awww/



1:39 /awakened now, your mind/

/search within, youll find/

/that true heroes give/

/now do like him, we'll win, YEAH!/



1:51 (solo)



2:03 /open eyes, to a crimson sky/

/ore the battlefield, where enemies have died/

/and now you rise and let out your warrior cry/



/the first and only of your kind/

/revenge you want, robbed of human life/

/mechanized into what is right, and that right, is to fight!/



(chorus)

/now can you see and follow his selflessness?/

/never looking back, continue forward progress/

/lettin out a yell, cmon men its your day!/

/Lets make those evil bastards pay/



Current Mood: accomplished hello, im Jon. i have joined your community to show stuff ive written for songs. so my first contribution is my take on Onyxlovemagnet's "Master Chief" keep halo in mind as you read. i hope you enjoy, its quite cheesy, but then again, it is a power metal-ish song.:26 /awwww, open eyes, to a crimson sky//ore the battlefield, where comrades have died//but you see one rise and let out his warriors cry//the last and only of his kind//taken from birth, robbed of human life//mechanized into what is right, and that right, is to fight!/(chorus):54 /why cant you see and follow his selflessness?//never looking back, continue forward progress//lettin out a yell, cmon men its your day!//Lets make those evil bastards pay//For honor, not glory, is his drive//ohhhh, for duty, not pride, he will sacrifice//he's heaven, he's hell, until his last breath//the plaguing evils, will recieve his death, awww/1:39 /awakened now, your mind//search within, youll find//that true heroes give//now do like him, we'll win, YEAH!/1:51 (solo)2:03 /open eyes, to a crimson sky//ore the battlefield, where enemies have died//and now you rise and let out your warrior cry//the first and only of your kind//revenge you want, robbed of human life//mechanized into what is right, and that right, is to fight!/(chorus)/now can you see and follow his selflessness?//never looking back, continue forward progress//lettin out a yell, cmon men its your day!//Lets make those evil bastards pay/ (2 Comments |Comment on this)

Wednesday, October 20th, 2004

1:25 pm

[korimickster]



The security of a photograph.

Once more, the rain does fall.

Into my heart the circus destroys what is left.



And late at night the pattern conforms.



Current Mood: depressed The Scholarship. The Decade.

Without your love; a year.The security of a photograph.Once more, the rain does fall.Into my heart the circus destroys what is left.And late at night the pattern conforms. (Comment on this)

Tuesday, October 19th, 2004

11:17 pm

[thecenterbullet]



I see you, driving in the car

god I wish I wasn't sub-par

do you know what I are ?

xylocaine,

a silicate gel, pure as day

my autumn angel

my november mourn...

unhand them you say...

ney, they release your torment

taste's like jesus

break the chackles of bondage my brothers!

Redemption is at hand.



Current Mood: depressed Patrick's placid pump

I see you, my shining starI see you, driving in the cargod I wish I wasn't sub-pardo you know what I are ?xylocaine,a silicate gel, pure as daymy autumn angelmy november mourn...unhand them you say...ney, they release your tormenttaste's like jesusbreak the chackles of bondage my brothers!Redemption is at hand. (Comment on this)

Monday, October 18th, 2004

10:25 pm

[thecenterbullet]



Splintered, direction fractaled with choice ?

to choose?

Splendor in the hands of the cursed

the beautiful.

Morning doves kiss my creme' silken sheets.

my soul is darkness

i am so alone.



Current Mood: depressed Morning Doves [FRACTAL PATH OF DECAY!!!!!1]

A path straightSplintered, direction fractaled with choice ?to choose?Splendor in the hands of the cursedthe beautiful.Morning doves kiss my creme' silken sheets.my soul is darknessi am so alone. (2 Comments |Comment on this)

Sunday, October 17th, 2004

4:26 pm

[naaza]







There you sit in golden brown casing.

Your mere presence sets my heart racing.

with your various contents of swine and bovine.

I just want to make you mine.

Just like most men love their wife.

I love sandwiches with all of my life. and...I'm...Spent

My Ode to a Loved One.There you sit in golden brown casing.Your mere presence sets my heart racing.with your various contents of swine and bovine.I just want to make you mine.Just like most men love their wife.I love sandwiches with all of my life. (Comment on this)

Saturday, October 16th, 2004

12:48 am

[thecenterbullet]



from when they go there TREACHERY !

swine all of them filthy with the follies hue'd

off white

and what there then Lad ?

Caution: a form of deliberate disregard of safety.



Current Mood: sleepy I Carry A Sword Through The Battle Field

Deception a form of bliss know now they knewfrom when they go there TREACHERY !swine all of them filthy with the follies hue'doff whiteand what there then Lad ?Caution: a form of deliberate disregard of safety. (1 Comment |Comment on this)