• Stanza III My conclusion was that this idea was not a practical deterrent for reasons which at this moment must be all too obvious. We are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, […] theepicpoet 0 Comments September 20, 2012
  • Stanza MMMI I’ve got a piece to speak, and blow hot or cold, I’m going to speak it. They tried to ruin me, but they are ruined. They tried to ruin me because they didn’t like what I have done. Do you like what I’ve done? All combat takes place at night, in the rain, The story […] theepicpoet 0 Comments August 28, 2012
  • Stanza XIII We’re the children of humanity. That makes them our parents in a sense. The difference is my flaws are personal, yours are professional. But in the meantime I’ve given us a fighting chance to survive: A rhythm of notes which become your existence once played in harmony. The city devours the land. The people devour […] theepicpoet 0 Comments August 20, 2012
  • Stanza XXX (In Response to Rayburn’s Ghost) Mendacity? Well, you’re an expert at it! The truth is pain and sweat. Variety’s the spice of life. I like a wide selection. Sometimes I’m in the mood for nasty close-ups, sometimes I like them arty and air-brushed. People aren’t always what they appear to be. Don’t forget that! I’ve got the guts to die. […] theepicpoet 0 Comments August 9, 2012
  • Stanza DCCXLVII Our problem is take the bank or split right now, do not go home, do not pack, nothing. 30 secs flat from now we are gone on our separate ways, that’s it. Let’s go make the Captain look like a hero. Isn’t this religious, ah yes. The eternal battle between good and evil, saint and […] theepicpoet 0 Comments June 13, 2012
  • Stanza CCCXLVII Well, angelfish, the solution to your problem is simple. Leave no shell unturned, no coral unexplored, and let no one in this kingdom sleep until she’s safe at home. Just inform me the minute the Fates arrive. You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up. Try to act like a gentleman. You’ve heard […] theepicpoet 0 Comments April 19, 2012
  • Stanza MMMMMCDLXXXVIII The next time you leave, I’ll expect you to say goodbye. A desire to learn. That’s something you never had. Greendale is a bodaciously small town, Lane. I think all you need is a small taste of success, and you will find it suits you. A toast. To Dom Perignon and the World Cup. theepicpoet 0 Comments March 5, 2012
  • Stanza MCCLVII Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories… we’ve already missed the spring. I’m the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I’m the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face. And was it worth it? The sacrifice for a friend you don’t even keep in touch with? I used to live like […] theepicpoet 0 Comments April 5, 2011