The Question Of The New
A new story, a new hero, a new case and study. Another course another action. Painting fate with words that can so easily taint. Praying and forever hoping for the greatness of the success of love. Sometimes it strikes when your at strongest only to tear you down. Sometimes it strikes you when your at your weakest to build you back up. strange is the path it takes. No set way, every time is different. And every time you expose yourself in someway. Open is the mind and heart, blinded by a fool whim. In these waters so deep can you swim?
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Are You In Line?
Satisfaction is mine.
As I try to capture the sun.
And I have.
Now I must run before it burns through my hands.
Freedom of energy.
It can never be.
Because the greed pours out our skin.
From every pour It stinks.
It is a tragedy I continuously see.
We must control everything and have our slaves.
Humiliation is something we crave.
Making a man grovel at your feet.
Then kicking him like a dog
Telling him go lay down.
I have nothing for you.
Welcome to the undeserving starvation.
Get in line.
Suffering on a plate tell me do you want some?
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Death by Your Own Sword
Here's the hilt.
Here's the blade.
Hold your head high and prepare to attack.
For there's no going back.
Buildings are burning.
A government in siege.
A war torn world.
A sacrilege of everything we were taught.
Enveloped in the night sky.
Smoke is rising and people we know and love are dieing.
The new born is crying.
The angels are screaming.
Not another mortal soul lost.
Look at the cost.
Infinity can't define divinity.
Immortality in this world does not exist.
So what about the next.
What if their is none.
Then you just abandon everything.
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I'll Take It! ! !
How do we get signal with your phone?
'Well sir, you must go outside. Stand on your head. Grab the phone with your foot. Bring it down to your head, and start dialing with your other (foot) s toes.'
Oh is that all?
And how much do you want for it?
'30$'
Really why so cheap?
'Well sir so we can sell you malfunctioning products, in mass quantities.'
I'll take it and another.
No lets double that.
Nah, I want a dozen.
Oh can you wrap them each in a little pink bow?
'May I ask who you're getting them for? '
My lawyers, so I can sue your ass.
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Your Just Not Quick Enough
The truth is one lives with hope.
While the other sees the eventual defeat.
There is no set reality where the truth may be avoided.
You can ignore it and be happy.
You can accept it and be happy.
A paradigm of illusions.
A ghost that is never the same.
A question of who is to blame.
As if anyone can actually distribute fault fairly.
A reflection that's ready to smack you squarely where you can not yet see.
The blind spot is hidden beneath.
Covered in bountiful treasures.
It is a distractions impact and they will be never enough time to react.
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The Unspoken Muse
With fear, comes desire.
In those words you do not speak holds your power.
As the muse will push you to bounds unknown.
Only in dark times are we truly alone.
So their is light.
Even if we are not noticed.
Words will be still spoken.
Embolden by the thoughts of her.
Glistening upon all the emptiness.
A winters bitterness.
A survival of a long trial.
Endured and shared with the world.
Written in stages.
To be read by those through the ages.
The magic in these sages.
Hidden behind a perspective, a view.
It is part of you and everything you do.
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To Heaven Or Hell?
I keep hearing out of greed.
We were born out of it.
Like a sin it paints us all as targets.
I want your money, blood, sweat and tears.
It is hard work that we all fear.
Like a sickness, we must do it.
To put food on the table, pay the rent, garbage, water, you name it.
With a signature bared.
Not of what we are, or how we do it.
It is just needed to verify a number.
But of course we remember.
We know what it took.
Sometimes it makes you feel like a jealous crook.
It's all mine, I will not share.
But where are you taking it, to heaven or hell?
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Not Accountable
Responsibility, is in the wind.
It has for a long time been.
The wind bends.
The mood sways.
An over extended stay.
A welcome mat that doesn't tell you no you have to go.
We must hold someone accountable, and let it be ourself.
A judgment to better everyone.
As accusations sit and stir.
Be careful that pot might just tip over.
A scolding most undeserving.
A burn that scars the unconcerned.
Even of a child I say,
Even of a child I say,
The innocence of the day.
Still they will have pay a penance long due.
They didn't get to choose, why do you?
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Even With All The Small Stuff
They say don't sweat the small stuff.
I try not to, but some times I still do.
They keep adding up as I keep telling the voices in my head just shut up.
Hateful thoughts becomes a common occurrence as anger builds.
You must treat it like a balloon and let the air out very slowly or it will fly off in a uncontrollable way.
Or explode all of a sudden.
To little to late.
A very common mistake.
That imprisons so many.
But I keep telling myself that will never be.
Because I won't go off unless it is to defend myself or loved ones from mortal danger.
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Stream Of Destiny
Two woman for a man
A dreamer can dreamer can't he
A great boost to his self esteem
The picture painted for its beauty
Sometimes you can be choosy
Relief is coming from such a boring reality
Dose the fire in gasoline
The heat is extreme
The embers glow and beam
As all smiling faces should
Illusions in practice can be good
A fly by night under the moonlight
Feeling something that just feels so right
Not seeking any guidance for that catastrophe
What will be will be
Let me flow into the stream of destiny
With no complaints but those of my own doing
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