Growing From The Seed

But whom is to say how that seed will grow?
A change with the bitterness and cold of times covered in snow.
Who are we to judge how someone will be.
It's not already chosen.
Not even with the best intentions can fortune tellers always be right.
For a prediction a lot of the time are based on intuition.
The gut, the instinct baring.
The soul glowing with aura that makes you believe one thing.
It is as it is.
With a closed minds we choose to accept it as the only possibility.
But what of the other possibilities.
Do they fizzle out because of our bias beliefs because of what we know?
Knowledge is food we choose to eat, but do we feed others the same thing?
Or do we let them choose for them selves?
A spoon forcefully put in someone's mouth.
Doesn't mean they will agree with it, or like it.
They might just spit it back out.
Yuk, your wrong the child says as he regurgitates it as if he is wiser then we are.
And in some ways he might be.
For he hasn't yet made many decisions, based on influence of others.

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The Watcher

Like a watcher I must listen and see.
But never intervene.
Death of the soul has come over me.
A conscience with a little less stress.
Secrets galore, one time, one place, a person is erased.
Like venom it eats at you inside.
To know and do nothing.
So powerless.
I've become the watcher.
A star collector,
A master of all and none.
What is wrong cant be undone.
With an erie sound and light.
Guidance should be forthright.
But still I hear the whispers of many clouded minds.
Dark are the times.
I've become the watcher.
Distant but so close that i can feel the auras of those who walk the path a little too fast.
An error in judgement call.
To proud to take a chance instead of the fall.

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Self Satisfaction Extending

Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.

Are you even listening?
Screaming in a cave and all you hear is the echo
Is their something I'm missing?

Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.

Are you even listening?
Screaming in a cave and all you hear is the echo
Is their something I'm missing?

Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.

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(Rejection Poem) An End

Just a footnote
Just a speck on a place we call earth.
Cryptic and cursed.
A human scourge.
A splurge of insects crawling to just to try escape.
Are we all just snakes?
Why cant somebody be a real person?
A look out when you get in trouble?
Somebody your willing take on hell for?
Somebody who will listen and not drift to someone new?
Is it so hard to believe I want you but can't have you?
So being the gentlemen I am, I build the wall that divides us.
And to then you brag to try make me jealous.
But I am unsympathetic to your claims.
You want to choose one of my friends,
then we cant even be friends.
And so it comes to end.
Tried but it wasn't enough.
Life is rough.
But I am tough.

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Off My Feet

Getting off my feet. Dancing to a damn good beat. Here I am again. This time no one but me will win. An it feel sweet. No more preaching cause I'm better then you in every way and thing you do. Arrogance isn't so wrong if it's true. Getting off of my feet. No more being so poor every day of the week. A existence so bleak. Not happening. A higher education. A empowering revelation. Feeling god looking over your shoulder and knowing you he's smiling. Happiness is a disease i have and must share. Dilute the indifference and make it eventually disappear. Getting off my feet. I found a place I belong and its so neat. I beat back all defeat. All the fear is gone. The number one enemies are on the run. Its a full blown retreat. Leaving a cataclysmic trail of deciet. Getting off my feet. Quite a feat. Obstacles every way i turn. Still its was something I had to earn. Working hard for nothing. Is like living in the forever kind of abyss. Its certainly something I won't miss. With a goodbye this subject shall die.

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(Love Poem) Burning Forever Beating Heart

You cant kill this burning forever beating heart.
Even the face of devastation
hope swells with the power to completely overwhelms.
Bring me to my knees and I still try please.
You break me
my soul is mine to give.
If I will it, it just might happen.

You cant kill this burning forever beating heart.
The love will never die.
It destine to survive.
As another tidal wave approaches my thoughts are of you.
You have become the grease to the cogs that let me move.
Like a giant here I am.
Take me if you can.

Oh man
oh man
you just cant kill this burning forever beating.
Their is always worse.

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Poor You

Poor you. You have nothing so you say. So I spit my pity your way. Can you feel the sincerity of it. It so god damn pathetic. No will, no strength, no ambition. Another dead soul who believes they have no control. Lies from the inside out. So angry all i want to do is shout. But it becomes a mere whisper in the grand schemes of things. Poor you, with a little sugar on top. The world is just f*cked up. Is that what you think? Are you suicidally on the brink. Well by all means pick your poison and drink. Cause i know better. So write that letter. Saying it every bodies fault. Guess what I'm not sorry for any of it except the air your wasting. Time to realize life is what you make it. Wake up, you cant mourn yourself. No more poor you. The gum loses it flavor. Time for something new. Make it happen. Create a chain reaction. A chemical explosion. Destiny calls us all. Will you answer? Will you become another midnight dancer. Party it up with a new found sense of being. A glance into what you can be achieving.

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(Savior Poem) Chasing What's Not There

The pleasure is all mine.
Its as if I control space and time.
I''m writing to rewind.
To savor every moment, until there truly gone.
I can try to be there when the wounds are so deep.
A white knight in the dim light.
Whats wrong feels so right.
My heart has gone astray.
That I wish I could save the day.
But all I do is pray.
Because theirs no simple fix in this perfect storm.
I am chaos.
I am order.
I want to put my hand on your shoulder.
Tell you its okay.
But that's not the way.
This world heals so slowly.
I've fallen for helping hands pure and innocent.
Honesty drives me so crazy.
It's a trick with no compromises and so many surprises.

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The Forgotten Soldier

The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Scarred for all eternity. Searching for divinity. Prayer yet to be answered. Smoking has just brought cancer. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Looking for forgiveness in all the wrong places. So many name and so many faces. An anecdotal pun he has become. A history lesson has been undone. Wars never can be won. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. In his eyes lies the blood of many. Sleepless nights of sacrifice and murder. And in the end their is no one to comfort him. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Times have changed. Now he can only wish he was flying a jet plane. Treated like dirt. Crippled and weak. And the man just turns the other cheek. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Today is his birthday and he spends it in a nursing home all alone. To all he is forgotten dead and gone. But i remember, i remember all the forgotten soldiers.

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(Philosphy Poem) A Man Of The Unknown

When rendered unconscious just where do you go?
I can not tell you for I just don't know.
An uncertainty exist within this life.
What about the next?
Will their be even one?
A second chance to right things you have wronged.
How do we even know if we are not already living it?
A forgotten past.
Memories drained.
Memories erased.
A look into yourself.
Who is it exactly who looks back?
Do you even know that man?
How can you say for certain that your not already damned?
A march through the sand of time.
It captivates mind.
Possibilities upon possibilities.
Alternate realities, alternate dimensions.
Just making another extension.
Set in stone is no invention.

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