Status Quo
To be followed or to follow.
I care not for either.
Randomness with a touch of uniqueness.
I would say please shove that in your pipe and smoke it.
But you probably would.
The power suggestion it's not a obsession.
But a passion.
I never said I had any sense of fashion.
In fact when I was a young kid, I gave up the idea of being well liked.
With a kind of smugness I'm telling you this.
Not because I feel a need to explain myself to you.
But to let you know I won't be following your status quo.
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Loss Of A Home
In the course my life I have seen many things
But nothing prepares you look into the faces of families who lost everything
Their is not sadness but strength and perseverance in their eyes.
It just material I keep telling myself
But its more then that it is a home a family made
A history love that makes a location what it is
My dear freind picked up one her lost photograph and balled cause it was of her grandfather who is now dead
Their scared not of the loss material but of a loss of their home
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The Man Who Still Walks With No Legs.
Without asking how can one ever beg.
Been knocked down a couple pegs.
Look at the man who still walks with no legs.
He no longer sprints, but eh who needs to be always be in a hurry any ways.
That's when most of my mistakes have been made.
Some do well under pressure I don't.
So I don't desire or ask under legitimate or non legitimate to affect my persona.
For I don't have the time to constantly write and as such I don't want people constantly expecting what I can only at certain times deliver.
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Reading A Poem
I am feeding off others
Taking so many emotions in
Feeling every moment as my own
Writing another one as the answer
Becoming the midnight dancer
Seeing the facts
That troubles one as I react
With tact I explore the caverns of the soul
If only understand how deep it goes
As would be unwritten
The words so fitting
I am the one that shall be unforgiven
Becoming a vampire
To inspire as one would aspire
To the greatness of a revelation
This is my cause for celebration
This I do just by reading a poem
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Tossing Out The Childs Toy
They speak of the heart as if it is a child play thing.
Something to throw away when your through.
Like that that secret document, put it in the shredder.
Just make it disappear.
The pain is all in your head.
The emotionless dead.
Those tears that fall are not Niagara, and mean nothing.
They serve a purpose just not what you think it is.
Does lying to yourself make it easier to forgive or be forgiven?
As realities do the beating just remember it's a child toy and you don't really need it anyways.
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The Shadows Dance
But why not today?
Have all efforts been exhausted?
Is their a limit in this fix?
Is their a time limit on picking up these rotting sticks?
Do they in turn bring decay to ones hands?
Is it a spreading of cancer so infectious that upon touching it you will die within the hour?
Again why tomorrow, why not today?
Will the sun shine a little brighter with the disappearing of the clouds?
A shadow walks upon the stage dancing with an unwillingness to leave.
And I will morn his loss once he's gone.
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(Fake Poem) Copied Dialogue
Faking it can only produce so much
Sooner or later your realized and you will lose your golden touch
A man in the desert must eventuality drink water
When he does he's caught
A travesty unbecoming of any real author
Authenticity tried and proven
In the readers world the guilty shall be hung
By a noose of rejection
Fact or fictions doesn't make a lick of difference if it is not of yours
To write with passion you must think for yourself
Create your opinions and ideas
And not become of a copied dialogue
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Precursor To Hate And Greed
But is it not murder was part of humanity for thousands years past.
It was but a need control that made murder wrong.
Civilized is the name of the control, for how many would really think twice about killing someone if the laws of those ties didn't exist.
Caveman, Tribes killed foreign and wide.
This was but a precursor to the things we now call hate and greed.
If only out necessity, would you, could you, should you?
Nobody ever really knows till they face it as ghost of evil thoughts and demands.
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The Gate Keeper
If only to understand, what does that truly mean?
You can do it the man in the suit says, as if hes always known.
But has it been thoroughly inspected?
What has he really shown?
Was he just pissed off, and that's the end of it.
Only time will tell with this one, he says yet again.
Like he's judging those who come out of the wood work every day.
A thought pondered.
A thought wondered.
A question that goes unanswered.
To know, is a dangerous power in which one envelopes them self in.
An ego to all men.
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(Angry Poem) A Bloody Bat
Tit for tat.
Somebody just give me a baseball bat.
'Why do you need that? '
Well either to hit a home run, or a swing and a miss.
'Wait a minute we don't even have a baseball.'
'What are you going hit with it? '
Well if you have to ask...,
'Wait not me. Why? What did I do? '
Asked too many questions for my liking.
'It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone...'
I know I'm taking care of that indefinitely.
And to think this is a brand new bat, such a waste......
'''SMACK''', '''SMACK''', '''SMACK''', '''SMACK'''...
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