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Tyler Crosson

Manchester, New Hampshire
"The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory, is that conspiracy theorists believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is actually chaotic. The truth is that it is not The Illuminati, or The Jewish Banking Conspiracy, or the Gray Alien Theory. The truth is far more frightening.

Nobody is in control.

The world is rudderless..." - Alan Moore (Creator of the V for Vendetta Graphic Novel)

When people get a little too chummy with me I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know I really don't care about them. -Ron Swanson

"I was born for a storm; and calm does not suit me." - A. Jackson

Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici

I'm an easy going guy usually, unless you mess with someone I care about. I'm usually always sarcastic... seriously, I am interested in getting the best out of anything I do... I don't believe in being second-rate or just average. I like to hang out with my friends and I like to drive through New England, it's one of the most beautiful places in the world, and I've been all over. I'm a small L libertarian... Live free or die. Born in New Hampshire, soon to be a proud resident once again.

Here's a couple of the poems I wrote... before I went into the Army I was very artistic. Haven't seen that side of me since. ;-)

A Soldier's War...

"Gripping the instrument of my profession,
So blazing hot; it's sometimes freezing,
I stare blankly; my mind a confession,
Memories swirl mixed with heartless feelings,
My body is at the tip of ultimate exhaustion,
It feels like clouds, like I am flying,
My body is not my own, I'm fading,
I fall to my knees and put out a hand,
The breeze of a memory touches me,
Taking me to you, and letting me enjoy,
A tear that is sad drips down,
Evaporating immediately, bring me back,
Back to this cold, harsh, reality,
My own war; My own fault.
Was so excited to fight,
Now am filled with a deep fright,
The kind that grips you on the inside,
Grabbing your very soul,
With a black hand, so cold.
I just want love,
But I look around,
All I see is death's unforgiving, black glove."


"A dark haze fills the air,
Men kneel crying, in despair,
Bombs drop, lives end,
Please wake up, my dearest friend,
Don't stop trying, the end is near,
In my arms you lie, cold, dead, so dear,
Bombs drop into a haze of emotions,
Swirling through heads like waves of the oceans,
Hate, anger, love, fright; despair,
I scream in agony, grasping handfulls of hair,
Why does this have to happen, I start to cry,
To watch you, my dearest friend, slowly die."

Tyler Robert Crosson

Copyright 2006 Tyler Robert Crosson

A couple poems by yours truly.