Truths Varying
With truth varying
Victims do par take
The obese become of the depressed
The ignorant becoming belligerent
The greedy becoming of the cheap and hiding their secrets
The vain becoming defensive and bullying till they here what they like
The poor locking their doors hiding and ashamed to be part of this world
The smart pretending to be dumb just fit in.
No one wants to be not accepted
Its hard to accept your different
Its hard to accept you got a problem
Acceptances are key to truths within the bounds of the futility in life.
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Giving Up On A Cold Night
In the morning you will wake.
There is yet purpose and a reason for each breath you take.
Even at loss of how to make the pain fade.
Living life is still not a mistake.
You will find water in the parching desert if you dig deep enough.
Your most certainly are in the right when thinking its rough.
But you must stay tough, for those you still love.
Even if one of your doves has been lost.
Even if it has come with a great cost.
The only one that loses is the one never fights.
Giving up before it becomes another cold night.
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Diving Into The Lovers Mind
To the one who loves in every way
As a gift from the one above
Good tidings turn into a perfection
After so many rejections
The heart still beats
The lungs still breaths
The body still moves
And the mind hunger for answers
Sometimes the simplest will do
A golden apple hangs from the gaia tree in all its fairness
It complexion draws all but only one can be the right to pluck it
The question isn't does the apple exist, but when will you find it
Can you wait till the end of time?
Or will second best do?
Diving into the lovers mind
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(Life&Death Poem) A Erosion
A erosion has already started.
It is just a matter time.
It is as infinite as the stars.
Yet so limited to us as human beings,
Some turtles and birds have a span longer then ours.
And we tortured by it with a sense of our own mortality.
Who will receive that card and when?
Your existence has come to an end.
And you can only hope to be remembered for what good you have done or accomplished.
But of all eventualities the one that most certainly will come to pass is the knowledge of you will not last.
The only question is how fast.
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The Man, The Demon
I tell you this man spits out so many ideas in a day
How is it even possible
Their is just no way
Maybe not a man
A demon of sorts
With talents as every resort
Lighting coming out of his finger tips
He hiccups and there's another
Not all as brilliant
Not all as defiant
Each their own unique characteristics
He builds stories upon stories with nothing other then a fountain pen
He is the best writer I have ever known
With proper etiquette that defies all sense of being
With his words he has shown
As I just a simple man continue seeing
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(Political Poem) (The New) Isn't New
You are right and wrong.
Even if (The New) are the new,
they still have been politics too long.
How we elect (The Greats) is the evolutionary latter.
Its not by the people, but electoral votes.
So only in the lower elections do we matter.
Remember that guy you voted on for mayor?
He's the one that puts the higher politician in power.
A weakness in a system that has grown so sour.
It stinks of corruption.
We need to move of them in an out more often.
One year is all you get.
If you are gonna make a real change better make it quick.
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(Writer Poem) A Correction To The Infinite Number Possible In A Life Time
Correction after correction.
On here in it's entirety is a 700 digit.
I was proud when I reached 100 on my space.
Now I'm just overwhelmed by my own thought process and how it keeps going.
It's another black blizzard and it just won't stop snowing.
I need a book or something.
To classify what some would call my poems.
To classify what I would call my obsessive ramblings.
With some more of a ramble then others.
A stress reliever with so many colors.
I know my heart and soul exist on one of these pages.
Now if I only I could find it.
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My Drunken Stupor
In a drunken stupor
I wonder what I should create
From the back my mind a light goes off
They say its part of the creative process
But I wonder if I'm actually making any progress
Or am I going backwards tripping all over myself
I drank tonight to make an unending headache go away.
Buzzed I hope does deteriorate my writing ability
That probably sounds kind of silly
Of course it does
It must
For my vision get kind of blurry, so my thoughts must also
Remembering what I write from word to word is kind of absurd
This is my drunken stupor
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The Search Will Never Stop
In the search of the truth their is always more question then answers.
You must use both your heart and head and find your truth.
For in what you see will not be the same as me.
Even as you find one their will be another question in its place to remain.
It is enough to drive one insane.
But in this pursuit you find the unexpected, and rejected.
In this pursuit you will find both sadness and happiness.
And with everything that is found their will be another possibility out their.
Which lead you to a forever continuation of your search.
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Stealing Poetry
Watch out for the ones that suddenly loses poems,
Poetry.com is her name.
She published one of my works so long ago
Now it just don't exist.
Part of the past.
Misrepresentation of a proclamation.
She will not protect you
She will cheat and steal from you
Entered into a contest, promised you could win a award
And I did, and will not forgive.
Protect us the users in writing
Or I will not use
Its up to you to choose
Can you say the words lawyer and sue
If it continues someone will certainly have to
She is poetry.com
And she is so wrong
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