The church's bell must ring
and the conscious of sin must enter for soul cleansing.
For thy innocent and beautiful pay the price of death for love and grace.
Be it to commemorate a significant event.
For this lead to the murder of rose.
Filled with beauty and an endless perception of love and romance
A stranger's dagger brought end of life with bare hand.
lived a life a bit too short
had a life but ended at start.
she lived a life whereby beauty and death brought love or close
an image of an identical reflection of all same features.
Lived in a please where colors meant nothing to compliment the dead.
No sunlight...
No pain...
No Sentiment...
She grew for someone so heartless to take away her innocence.
Something so pure and delicate...
Not feathers of angels could be softer that her very petals...
She was deflowered...
She was murdered...
Murder of rose...
A moment whereby time betrayed what was meant to be
and an untamed reality off leash brought to eyes something I was not to see.
Once again like a wild horse stampede, my thoughts race to the endless dirt road.
where angels fly high and pain hurts no more...
Death Of Rose.
Description:Of no conscience
My name: Daniel H. Schluckebier. I am slightly an aggressive person with a good sense of humor. Man on a mission with goals to achieve. I love spending time to myself or with weird and interesting people. I love writing and into artistic thinking. I enjoy creating new identities and tend to be multi-personalistic from time to time... Considered mysterious and random. Not to be annoyed or upset. Very easy going...
Friday, March 21, 2008
Murder of Rose...
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Friday, March 7, 2008
Like Amber
The sun shines,the sea swallows the sun.
The Moon is out...
The wind blows,the palms sway from side to side.
The sun stings and the salt water burns my eyes.
The clouds float like you and like me...
They are going somewhere but yet no where or at least we don't know...
No tears but the burn inside.
I am at home, but not in town.
Like Amber
But only this one is a trapped memory;not fossils.
No matter where I go; I'll always take you with me,like Amber.
The mind is like amber with in you and with in me...
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Friday, February 1, 2008
Collect call
Calling collect
Crying to God
God: “Hello!”
God give me strength for I am weak
I am living in a country with a government of greed and deceit.
Someone stole my bible and I have one no more
Its like law does nothing to protect all the poor.
Mom and dad fight for colors and now are divorced.
Dad’s facing charges and things can get worst.
I have nothing to eat and my tummy hurts.
“How will my mom fight for my life with an empty purse?”
I hear a campaign of blue and another of red’
Uniting people, that’s what they said.
I wrote you a letter and prayed it would reach
Mom can’t afford to send me to school and my dream is to teach.
I know I am young and I don’t know much but it is obvious the government doesn’t care enough.
Here where I’m from, I see many like me…
I sit at my table with nothing to eat,
the same white dirty dress and no shoe on my feet.
Where will my future go, when nothing is left???
It’s like all has gone private, I hear what the say…
How will I survive at least one more day?
Lord, please, please…
Take me away...
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A Mute Tongue
Its all because I am wrong
I can't say things right.
The pain at my throat exhausts me
trying not to cry at night.
Its like suffocating under the ocean blue
dying for a chance to be with only you.
You are the butterfly whose wings I can't clip.
To be the nectar, the sweetness you can't sip.
Its as if I bear my father's curse but my shoulders never break.
I am he, the son, the secret of my mother's womb.
I am the closed casket, the son and the secret of a destined tomb.
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
Brain Pills
Why does life have to be full of emotion?
Its like everyday something happens that we can't explain then we eventually change our personalities and act weird from time to time.
I had a damn opening in my head and when I came to think of it, it doesn't even hurt a bit in comparison to losing someone's friendship.
I am so tired of waking up every morning and have to take my medication which reminds me of the many people I have lost. Sometimes I ask myself, is it just for now or does it mean I have no right to talk to them again. Do I even care, and why do I care? At times I write poems that express much of how I feel, yet day by day I feel less.
Have I become numb?
I don't know, I live everyday trying to accomplish something, though it feels like its taking eternity to complete; Its not ever hard...
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Saturday, November 10, 2007
Hinder Bliss (I Don't Wanna Know) Lyrics
Hinder Bliss (i Don't Wanna Know) Lyrics
*** Complimentary Bliss (i Don't Wanna Know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
I'll go ahead and pour myself a drink
I really couldn't care less what you think
Well I don't have to listen now
Live this day down
If I can't feel a thing
You might as well save your goodbyes
We can give this train wreck one last ride
I'm gonna have to listen now
Live this day down
If I don't make things right
I'll tell you one last time
I don't wanna know it's over
So save your goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay sober
If it's over
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
So save your goodbye kiss
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
I woke up with my heartbeat in my head
I reached for the bottle by the bed
I saw your side was not slept in
Cold sheets again
Remind me of what you said
We need to take a break for a while
It's been so long since I smiled
[Bliss (i Don't Wanna Know) lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
I don't wanna listen now
Live this day down
With you so drunk and high
So I'll say goodbye
I don't wanna know it's over
So save your goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay sober
If it's over
I don't wanna know it's over
So save your goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
Cause ignorance is bliss
Now I know I can't stay sober
Cause you left me here like this
I don't wanna know
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
So save your goodbye kiss
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
(I don't wanna know)
Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay sober
If it's over
If it's over
I don't wanna know
If it's over
If it's over
I don't wanna know
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Smoke...
I have been looking out the window in different instances and for so many different days, all to consume the sent of the burning cigarette that almost never go away.
With no enthusiasm I have been moving around and taking along with me the memory of the early morning routine.
The Rushing to slip on my working jeans and the tending to the stove and the toaster at the same time, then rushing to check if the coffee is ready and finally to get myself in the pick-up truck seconds before my brother get tired of waiting on me.
Well, although I no longer have a crave for the cigarettes I bought a dollar worth yesterday only to remind myself of how happy I was while going to the ranch and sharing a pack of whites with my elder brother.
For that moment I took the first draw and I closed my eyes and as my lids closed there were vivid pictures that flew by and the many smells that attacked my nose brought sadness and emptiness to me, knowing that I am no where close to seeing my dad, my little brother Justin nor Jason. I can't wait till I go home and smoke a cigarette once again on my way to the ranch.
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The Reapers Boulevard
- Daniel H. Schluckebier
- Is the journey alone in the long and busy lanes of life whereby everyone keeps loosing everything. Even those who gain, eventually loose everything in the end. Except the right decision that grants them eternal life(Giving their life to God)...
