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| RAZORPEN |
| Praise and curses, Prose and verses. |
| MARCHING HOME That�s just how I saw him: just another old soldier, out there�on the Road. dusty and damaged, and marching for home. His gear then worn and weary and his boots so nearly spent; It was plain, he�d born a Mission for his back was clearly bent. As I came along, salutes were made and I slowed and took his pace- both for the stripes upon his shoulder and the kindred sense of far off place. �How goes it, Sarge?� �It�s good, kid � almost home�� �This march is as hard as dying!� �-And it�s a harder march alone... �Kid, each of us is born to this, to march along this path, to soldier on with courage and with courage to The Last� �So, you hold on to your honor for with your honor goes your soul, and remember why God made you for it�s to Him you owe your role� �And be wary of the darkness for in the darkness sin moves fast, and keep precious those who love you for they�ll be with you At The Last� �Then you and I will meet again on a finer road than this: to home we go, each in our time, and reach eternal bliss.� Then I saw the road had narrowed and at a fork I must have strayed, for I was on a single trail and he, a path now far away. Then I wiped at my eyes and I settled my pack. I heard, �Well, kid, start walkin�� there�s no need looking back. �For me, this here� is the end of this road. You have to keep walkin�� but I�m already Home. �I can�t tell you more, troop - for the rest, you�re on your own, but I�ll see you here, on the other side when you finally make it Home.� And then...that�s just how I saw him: just another soldiering son, with a long distance passed, as he stepped into his Father�s House, and was done with marching�AT LAST. IN MEMORY OF: Ronald L. Edwards Viya Con Dios, Sir. By Robert F. Stewart II 04.05.05 |
| JIHAD SUITCASE #1 ????? ????? ????. ?????? ?? ?'???? impossible to stop. Valigia di Jihad Valise Jihad it only takes a drop. ???????? Jihad valizi. burning acrid breath. ????? ????. Jihad-Koffer roaring fire and death. Jihad Suitcase ABYSS A PACE Holy War. Made Portable. - RFS 2005 |
| JIHAD SUITCASE #2 (Able Regarding Cain, To God.) I would love my brother but he seeks to bring me death and from those I love would steal their breath in the world he craves we have no place the wicked wage war with a jihad suitcase he burns our field leaving nothing but ash our wealth turned to paper our money worthless trash an empty stomach before the race for famine arrives in a jihad suitcase and the shells will heap as sand beside the sea turning fertile towns to purgatory's glee the wind will burn on a blistered face a plague is coming in a jihad suitcase will no one know when the deed is done will all be lost when the wicked have won will he blot us from the earth and leave no trace death is coming in a jihad suitcase -RFS 2005 |
| 15-K
15 Kiloton Jihad Suitcase Black Gear back from an old Arms Race In-Bound now at a Deadly Pace Hot as the Sun and Black as Space 15 Kiloton Jihad Suitcase -RFS 2004 |
| Here are several examples of Robert's literary work - mostly verse, but a dash of prose (two writing samples) as well. If you would like additional writing samples, or a synopsis of one of his other screenplays, please contact: [email protected] |
| THE WORLD IS BURNING DOWN The hands of time will not rewind a second time for this the choice it seems nightmare, or dream this, the good night kiss every sides' against you friend you can only lose you cannot win the blood of martyrs cries out from the ground choose one side or choose the other its still you against your brother Noah he survived the flood but the sons of Cain will drowned in blood North and south up and down in and out and all around every where you turn you hear that...sound of who is wrong who is right should you flee or should you fight when you find there is no solid ground for who is first and who is least who's the king and who's the beast trapped inside the pyre as its burning to the ground the world is burning down -RFS 2005, JLM Music |
| BIG BEND
(A Synopsis) Written By: Robert & Raymond Stewart www.bigbendmovie.com LOGLINE: On a winter camping trip to a deserted national park on the Texas/Mexico border, a close knit group of friends encounter a cold blooded, professional terrorist, hell-bent on detonating a �Suitcase� Nuclear Weapon on American soil. SYNOPSIS: ACT I A group of campers make their way to the Big Bend National Park on the Texas/Mexico border for a winter weekend get away. While settling in on the first night, one of their group witnesses the sudden attack and violent murder of a small family vacationing not far down river. Only a young girl escapes the massacre, fleeing into the darkness. Because the �Coyote�, or human smuggler, will no longer comply with the murderer�s orders to find the girl and kill her, the killer turns his weapon on his guide and kills the smuggler as well. As the night unfolds, the campers attempt to retreat to their vehicle; only to find that the tires were slashed earlier in the afternoon. (In fact, slashed by the vindictive �Coyote� that was assisting the Murderer.) A Park Ranger comes on the scene but is soon killed when he goes to investigate the report made by the somewhat frightened campers. The group then finds the Coyote�s automobile hidden nearby, a bright red �69 Sport Fury III. A discussion ensues before the campers decide they must hide the car and try to find the young girl, before fleeing the area. This decision leads to a member of the group and the young girl being captured and held as hostages by the murderer, now revealed to be a Chechen separatist, an Islamic Terrorist, carrying a Russian-made tactical, or �suitcase�, nuclear weapon. The terrorist wants the car for the hostages. ACT II By radio, the terrorist and the campers negotiate the exchange. The campers agree to the switch, but are certain that the killer means to somehow kill them all before leaving the park. They devise a plan to help their friend (and the girl) escape the killer, while one of their own drives off with the car to get help. The campers pick a driver and hide another person in the front seat, before arriving on a stretch of dirt road between their position and the place the Terrorist is to meet them. After arriving at the location, the driver exits the vehicle, (as agreed to) returning to his friends waiting up the road. The Terrorist frees the young girl and she runs for the campers as well. It is here that the Terrorist reveals his own plan by shooting his last hostage in the leg, leaving the camper wounded on the ground as he marches swiftly towards the car. At this point, the other occupant of the vehicle rises to the driver�s seat and floors the accelerator, almost running the Terrorist down with the car as he speeds away. The Chechen begins firing in a deliberate manner at the vehicle, trying to shoot the driver. One bullet punches the fuel tank and the car explodes, rolling off the road and flipping several times before coming to a stop, consumed by fire. Enraged, he turns to fire on the campers, who flee back into the brush dragging the girl with them. The Terrorist then contacts his superiors by Satellite phone and, in a cryptically worded message, describes the situation on the ground: �Elephant Rider Three, no transportation � compromised by extreme civilian resistance � five hours from objective Bottleneck Three, four hours, thirty minutes to daylight, CST � please advise�� The reply is immediate and straight forward. The Chechen is to destroy any and all resistance, then retreat to the border where he will be given the codes to disarm the �Elephant�, as well as an escape route and pick up point. The Terrorist now commits himself to an all-out assault on the remaining campers. After handcuffing the bomb to his wounded hostage, he marches his victim before him as a makeshift �human shield�. ACT III Armed only with a shotgun, the remaining campers attempt to stave off the Chechen�s attack but are driven relentlessly up a steep mountain side. One by one, the campers begin to die in a running gun battle they are not equipped for, or trained to survive. The last, haggard members of the group are driven to the mouth of a massive cave. The group has been reduced to one man, one woman, and the young girl. When the Chechen reaches the cave entrance, he casts aside his now mortally wounded human shield, still handcuffed to the bomb. The terrorist enters the dark and forbidding cave, now armed only with a pistol. In the murky confines of the cave, the two campers stage a last- ditch attack on the Chechen... Stay tuned for the full theatrical release and the climactic conclusion to BIG BEND. FOR MORE INFORMATION: www.bigbendmovie.com BIG BEND Synopsis & Story by: Robert & Raymond Stewart Screenplay By: Robert & Raymond Stewart � 2004, BIG BEND LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No reproduction and/or distribution of this, or any related material, is allowed without written permission of copyright holder. |
| THE POWER OF THE DRUG
The power to change history In revision, or in futurity Is The Most Dangerous Drug Of Them ALL. -RFS 2004 |
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| I AM
I am the fly within the ointment I am the shoe lost to the mud I am the face filled with hellish torment I am the eye that�s filled with blood I am the mind bereft of mem�ry I am the shame the Watchers lost I am the veil that has been �riven I am the bloody cost I am the oil that lubes the grinder I am the dark distaste I am the reed beneath the giant�s feet I am the Human Race. -RFS 2005 |
| MOON OVER BOURBON STREET (Screenplay excerpt) PSYCHOTROPE (Screenplay excerpt) |
| IN THE DARKNESS
Apostasy. I too sought Babylon, once upon a time As a greedy child, mesmerized Grasping with ruddy passion Like a rapist. Deliverance. I took what I could get But then awoke - and just before The darkness made its final seal On the inner walls of my battered soul. Illumination. I love God and hate technology For all it�s godless artifice It is this, Purgatorio Of our Pride and Hubris. Acknowledgement. The Dark One dances in the Abyss Naked, but for the gouting flow The bloody torrent of Man The Cataract of Sin. Resignation. Beneath the cold black rock Where the Old One makes plans for Doom While all else writhes Rutting, sighing and dying, blind In the darkness. -RFS 2005 |
| MOON OVER BOURBON STREET PSYCHOTROPE (Screenplay excerpts) |
| FREEDOM DIES My grandpa�s both helped to win "The War". Now sixty years later, what will you fight for? Those old men were young & would have given their lives, Before this flag could fall and freedom die. For there�s such a thing as right, And what isn�t right is wrong- And evil wins, if you wait too long. So you have to be true, you have to be strong, And you have to give a damn� Vietnam. My uncle shed his blood, Where the wounds of war poured out a drowning flood. Still he survived, and I think I now why: When the odds are bad, you still have to try, Otherwise�freedom dies. The ugly truth about our present war: It�s going to be fought at our front door. When the street is on fire, as the world burns down, What will you do when no safe place is found? For when this flag falls, the world will still� Like an autumn sunset at the first hint of chill, Before winter comes to blanket the sky, You�ll realize�freedom dies. -RFS 2005 |
| WAITING WITH FIRE A match in my hand I keep it at the ready Bad things are stalking And it keeps my hands steady just a match in my hand on a steep and deep curve waiting watching and minding my nerves just a match in my hand waiting with a match waiting for the begining of the end. -RFS 2005 |
| COMING DOWN
The Lord has ceased to smile on thee For now, he wears a frown Standing in the shadow Of a hammer, coming down I�ve seen that look on fear-stricken faces In a hundred sad little towns Standing in the shadow Of a hammer, coming down In circles drawn on Chaos As the sphere of the stars spins �round Standing in the shadow Of a hammer, coming down Floating in the Mind of God Reflected in His Eye, the Crown Standing in the shadow Of a hammer, coming down Caught unaware in blinding light As angels wail and trumpets sound Standing in the shadow Of a hammer, coming down Loosed from the belt, the sling unwound The rock is launched, its target found Standing in the shadow Of a hammer, coming down Fin. -RFS 2005 |