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†Andreas† (No. 8 Axel)

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About Me

About me? Um. I don't know what to say. I write; poetry, stories and articles. Um. Not much else to know. I love video games and anime. Comics books are fun as well.It seems every time I get close to someone they hurt me, so now its hard to even talk to people, let alone open up. It's like aversion therapy -only being repeatedly hurt with words and actions instead of electricity.My ultimate goal is to be independently wealthy through honest marketing (as honest as possibly possible) and my poetic ability (fat chance there), and not be a greedy fuck like some fucks out there (Bush administration, I'm looking at you).Oh, before I forget... Go check out Gamer Culture! Click the banner below! Check it!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Hmmm, I don't really wanna meet anyone. Jesus maybe? I haven't really thought about it. Oh I know, Dick Cheney, so I can punch him right in his face - yep, that's right, his FACE...! Then I'd slap his mom for creating and raising his greedy ass!"No more blood for oil. We got our own battles to fight on our own soil. No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal. If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing our hero." -Marshall Mathers

Elfen Lied-Serj Tankian-Lie Lie Lie


Click! Don't worry I won't bite - Hard


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A poem I've written.
Crimson Winter
Winter air fills my lungs
Longing fills my breast
Water's frozen, it no longer runs
Just like the crimson on her chest

This season never felt so cold
My heart never so frozen
She'd love me forever, so she told
At the end I wasn't chosen

Then those terrible feelings stirred
Her blood now warming my palms
The events leading to this horrible act fragmented, blurred
From the Book I read aloud psalms
God will here this crime justified
Gazing at her lovely body I say
She was a mislead sheep, she was a whore and lied
Now she lie in the snow, her sins piled up, if only she didn't want to play…

- Andreas PelonisA painting by Amano
Symphony of All The beautiful sound of existence echoes in all things
With the skill of ages, Gods pluck on the strings
With the hum of musical vibrations we are forged into being
With the melody of everything we can begin seeing
The eyes of Gods are within our reach
Soon all Their divine secrets They will teach
But can we even comprehend our Creators motivation
Will we ever understand our own activation
Are we meant to see the sheet music of life
Or are we destined to fall on the knife
Life, death, love, hate; all governed by a tune
Material, Ethereal; both of the same
Existence being both a lament and a boon
Of Joy and of Ruin
Are we ready to see through Gods eyes?
-Andreas Pelonis 2008Deathnote Powns! Light, L, Ryuk and Misa

“Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful
for the evolution of your consciousness. How do you know
this is the experience you need? Because this is the
experience you are having at this moment."


-Eckhart Tolle

Another Poem


Forces

Truth is what we seek
But lies are all they speak
Fed to us by oppressive forces
Stuffing us like starving horses

Life as they tell it is a lie
Freedom is what they deny
The end of the cycle of misrepresentation is near
And then they will only have us to fear

Those who think freely with insight
Will be the ones to quell the greedy paws in the night
Through all the deceit, some will stand tall
Those who believe in manufactured truth will fall


- Andreas Pelonis ..

My Blog

Why I haven’t been poetic

Inspiration isn't striking me lately. It's not like I'm depressed, in fact, I think the reason I find it hard to be creative is because I'm not. Some one once said (I don't know who) that you have to ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 11:01:00 GMT

Poem: Symphony of All

The beautiful sound of existence echoes in all thingsWith the skill of ages, Gods pluck on the stringsWith the hum of musical vibrations we are forged into beingWith the melody of everything we can be...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:57:00 GMT

Poem: "Taking the Sun"

Rain falls, crashing down on my roofShe's gone, emptiness echoes through the hallsGrey clouds complement my grey feelingAll I hear is water dripping down my wallsBrightness of day not todayLightness o...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 18:12:00 GMT

I’m going to add a new poem I swear!

But until then take this!
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:01:00 GMT

The dumbest poem I’ve ever wrote X_X, for fun!!

I'm an odd fellow. Really I am, those who know me, know me as the "weird funny guy" (Funny ha ha, not funny Oh Pleeaasssee (think gay lispy voice, complete with hand motion)). So as a way to ge...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 11:45:00 GMT

Forces

Here is a serious poem : Truth is what we seekBut lies are all  they speakFed to us by oppressive  forcesStuffing us like starving horsesLife as they tell it is...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 12:24:00 GMT

Crimson Winter

Winter air fills my lungsLonging fills my breastWater's frozen, it no longer runsJust like the crimson on her chestThis season never felt so coldMy heart never so frozenShe'd love me forever, so she ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 18:26:00 GMT

Mind Games

Whispering in my earAll the things you know I want to hearBehind my back you playedWaiting for you, here I stayedI know I was just a plaything, its trueI'm done with that shit now, fuck youYou're all ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 23:11:00 GMT

Human Nature

Our lifeDrenched in strifeHumanity moves forwardToward our own selfish goalsAnd with our soulsWe pay the tollsOur flesh...Bruised-Broken-In blood our lives are soakenSomeone save us from our sinsOh Go...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 16:46:00 GMT

Vampyre...

He gazes into the city lights Searching for someone who can sate his tastes Delights.. Walking& Talking& Unaware of his silent stalking A young woman In Distress Creeps trying to take off her dress S...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 12:54:00 GMT