DARK FRONTIER

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    DARK FRONTIER

                           DARK FRONTIER

     

     

    Everyone has two side to them the light / good dark / bad they are apart of us the dark impulse the demon that within, always fighting with the good it’s the natural order of things. I call my demon my dark impulse the violent impulse the cage beast and its always clawing to get out, you must be very, very careful to control this beast, to control the violent impulse or they will control you and once you go down that road once the cage is unlock once the beast is set free be prepare to yield your entire being to it; to sacrifice your place in civilize life for you will no longer be apart of it and there is no return. Everyone has violent instinct we after all evolved from predators the real question is in a civilize world can we suppress those instinct most of the time we can other times we lose control we lose our selves in our anger. It has been extremely difficult for me I deal with this demon often. I have study violence I live and breathe it; everyday is a struggle it can be attractive to a certain point and also very disturbing never knowing when that impulse may come or whether or not you can control it when it does. You live on the edge of every moment and yet in its own way violence is attractive maybe because it does not require understanding its raw, its librating, and its freedom. It has been said we need the dark impulses without darkness how would we recognize the light. Do not fear the negative and dark impulses that within your self they are apart of you, they are apart of me, they are apart of every living being. I have been told that the human heart was forge out of barbarism and violence over the ages we have learn to control it to certain point but it is always going to be apart of us to pretend it does not exist is to create a opportunity for it to escape.    

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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