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A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye

Everyone knows
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show

My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?

My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I lied
A LIVING DREAMWhat is life? And pray tell what is death?
What is the mystery confounded and subtle?
Is it like the wind blowing on a withered arm?
Or a veritable prison for the promethean heart?

Empty hopes shackled by faithless nooses
A mercurial mind conditioned by miasmic hues
This veil cannot be of beauty born
Fading with the faintest of winds

Of Knowledge they loudly speak
The rains of time quickly drown it
Where then is there any comfort
Living in the recesses of a shadow

If life is but a razors edge
Then death is but a withered arm
The vision of a darkened dream
Asleep to reality, awake to delusion
Conundrum
Sometimes, when my life is all black and blue
And my actions are food for thought
I whisper a plea, and forget about Me
By becoming a person I'm not

When you're not who you are, the world is flat
And the sky is dumped into the sea
Where everything's mine, but the rhythm of Time
'Til I'm forced to once more become Me

The sun hurts my eyes, and the trees are too tall
The words they speak feel like a slap
The pain is much stronger; it lasts so much longer
And I'm caught like a fly in a trap

Sometimes, when I whisper to rescue myself
I glance at the room down the hall
My worries are there, but I try not to care
Like the friend you
The mythThere's no such thing as time
It's just a lie, it's just a line-
The people keep on feeding you
To make you stay in line.

Why should life begin and end
In segments where we all pretend
-Our faces change, for work, for home,
A different face for every zone?

And why should we spend 'hours' a day
Whilst looking at 'the clock' in wait?
To dream of where we want to be
To finally be free.
Welcome The LightI am cold and alone,
No relief in sight,
The ground is solid and grey,
I can't move try as I might.

The frozen cold seeps in
Taking its' hold,
Permeating frost through my veins,
My heart grows cold.

I feel this is the end,
I am resigned to my fate,
I close my eyes tight,
Hoping to sleep before it is too late.

But as I start to drift off,
I feel something strange,
The warmth and the glow,
Of something far away.

It begs of me to awaken,
To breath in once more,
To uproot my feet,
Like I have done before.

To take a deep breath
And breath in the sweetness
To look in wonder,
A relief from the dark vagueness.

So I open my eyes,
And welcome the
WORTHLESS SUICIDEHate, anger, guilt
A worthless suicide
Sadness, sorrow, pain
nowhere left to hide

Cutting, jumping, hanging
Everything in vain
Cut, Choke, drown
It won’t ease the pain

Hopeless, empty, sad
Feeling so alone
Depressed, hollow, guilty
No one at home

Stop, think, question
Look and see
Slice, break, death
Will not set you free

Coward, fool, Thoughtless
Crimson rivers flow
Selfish, suicide, pride,
Not the way to go

Seek, search, listen
Let go of the lies
Truth, wisdom, love
Open your eyes
PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeat
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.
Writers Block.A blank canvas
A blank page
A burning desire
Followed by rage
A block from thought
A writers remorse
I should have taken
A writers coarse
A hint of pain
Nothings' remain
A taste of sorrow
A better tomorrow
Everything's ok
A spark
A flame
A thought
A fire
A burning desire
A smooth motion
A skin lotion
A sarcastic notion
A vast ocean
And everything's going to be alright
Because I've found my muse
And I'll hold it tight.
I promise muse
I'll never let go
For I've missed you
More than you may ever know
ForgottenSilent

Beneath the tree

The old man waits alone.

Lost of purpose, soon forgotten

He is a storybook--the legacy

Shushed by weary disinterest,

He sits long-defeated.

The legend is

Silent.
RepairedBridges fixed, grievous wound stitched.
Hearts become whole again at joyous reunion
Friendship once thought destroyed
Is now ever stronger, with new understanding

Pain soon washed away
Like debris from a storm
My seas have calmed
The thunder long distant, a mere shadow

Rejoice and raise glass
We are family yet again
Drink up the cup of laughter
Be merry, my friends!

Storm clouds subside
The sun rays shine in
What was once dark
Now bright, once again.
So I am weakSo I am thin-skinned
And you all are strong
I am the weak one
While you live along

It's like "Nobody knows
The trouble I've seen"
'Cause you don't know
How life has been

So I am thin-skinned
Are you serious? I see
But how can you prove
You've never seen me

I deal with problems
While you just smile
Have to stand the voices
Running mile after mile

Trying to escape
Of what they are saying
"You're ugly, you're stupid
Take a knife and stop praying

Stop lying, start puking,
Take a knife and self-harm -
We see, you're too weak
But you can't charm

You can't stay strong
For a thousand years
We just have to wait
We're all your fears."

Oh, you ca
Conditional DreamerIt appears that my dreams
all these years or so it seems
have been fulfilled and kept in truth
as long as i've been in my booth

as long as I play by the game
as long as I seem to be tame
as long as they see no threat
as long as all their goals are met

they keep my here and feed me more
until one day I do ignore
the golden rule they set for me
until one day I will be free
This WayIf reading this you find yourself
I ask, how come to be you here?
No reason keeps you at my back
Yet constant are you creeping near.

Upon me with derision look,
A thought you won something from me,
How can you win what I have not?
No heed should you have paid to me.

But too late now to turn back time,
A name forever marked with crimes
I have not time now to recall,
You’ve yet to pay for foolish gall.

There’s something in the way you act
That tells me you are just the same
As countless more before you came
And left with odds against them stacked.

There’s little in your words put down
On paper or by keyboard pressed
That h
You Can't Keep Us DownYou stole my smile away from me
Just like you have done with so many others
You drowned my hope in your sea
Filled with the tears of the others you've smothered

My will was gone when you came
My sanity stolen by a few spoken words
You thought that it would give you fame
And that logic is still absurd

You almost took away my life
But others came and gave it back
They took away the knife
And they helped me seal the cracks

You might think that I was weird
But some people like me because of that
I got your name cleared
And, yet, you still act like a little brat

Don't come to me and try to be my friend
I can never forgive you for my insanity
B
Once more into the fray...Once more into the fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...
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contradiction of an altered reality:


I sit in this cell
of limericks untold
of tales concerning the young and the old
of this stanza, words written
though the font is not bold
a line for direction, which way to go

Poems lost in the shadows of society's numbness
metaphors and similes, converting race into numbers
A touch on reality, in what sense to become us?
a contradiction of self, what answers come from this?

An unravelled inscription of space time continued,
but when thoughts not combined, does time lose its venue?
Can an object remain when the mind does not view
Can something existing be new and improved?

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from a conversation with a friend on what the basis of reality is and how the term "Altered Reality" is a contradiction in itself
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