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Stare up, head bent so back,
eyes trying to take in the darkness,
the hugeness of the blackness,
makes him grow dizzy just looking,
arms lift up as he see's the silver
stars glowing,

with the suns shown lack,
eyes tiredless and keen,
in the skys looked up and seen,
silver stars flowing across,
the milky ways expance,
engulfing My minds eye,
in a shadowy mass,


he stands upon a hill seeming so far
from the ground yet how can he be
when he feels it beneath his feet?
The air seems to surround his chest,
his brown eyes seeming to make the
stars dizzzolve into a mass as they
pound with his breathing

jasons stance seems small,
in his revelance of it all,
the masses of the starry skys high,
as well as the flicker of the stars ,
can be seen in his brown eyes,
as they dance to the blinking,
their shinny white hue around black,
there greatness felt with just one breath,
from you~~

By: jason n Dread™®©2004

this was a repose poem written in the
chat room by the two of Us in a fanciful
repose of ones words to the others while
we sat in a slow empty chat room. enjoy!

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I knew full well what the words I Love You
out of the mouth of a Sadist ment and still
I hoped above hope and wished about wishes
and held My breath in the hopes that what I
knew, would not be so. And why would it not?
For I being a Sadist My self, had I not done
the exact same thing in My Own past to
satisfy My thirst to see anothers pain? My
Lungs hung heavy in the thickness of the
nights dew as I gasped in the feelings of
lonelyness once again. I actually felt for
a slight moment a need, a desire to want
this, to direct this kind of end because
it would make Me for a moment feel, for a
moment be once again alive. What is it
that makes a Sadist inflict pain for its
pleasure, what is it that makes a Sadistic
action give rise to a whole set of feelings
with in that even another Sadist in their
own sadistic way can and do appreciate even
at the cost of their own sanity? I beleive
in the end now most all Sadists become so
masocistic as well as when one cannot in
flick pain they start to desire it and find
ways when not able to invoke it feel it instead.
You know as a Sadist the times are tough when
you take pleasure in watching as a lizard prays
on its nat or fly and makes its jump
successfully grabbing its intent and gobbling
it down and You invision that insects last
thought and feeling as it slurrys down the
thoat of its prey. Insane? It is said that
all Sadists are insane but if this were the
case would not all whom inbark on the
satisfaction of any thirst be so as well?
Why is it just the one whom takes pleasure
in seeing a face as it wrenches to the
stubbed toe or the blodied body as it
lay in the street just hit by a passing
car as the people around shreik and gasp
and a Sadists heart jumps at these
sounds a rush of blood curdles up in
their very gullet and one runs to the
lifeless body to feel the excitement
of impact first hand as their body pulsates
the blood vessels tighten and quicken
and ones lips to her very clit start
to throb with the emotion of adrenilyn
this sight brings to the Sadist.