The Root Cause

Where is there ever a place for somebody like me?
Dead inside.
A shadow creeps along the riverside.
Can you even gives this creature a name?
A man with not a single claim.
A renouncement to all the shackles and chains.

Let god do his worst.
Let god do his best.

It doesn't matter because my soul is already at rest.
My hands have long been washed cleaned.
In a world so cut throat.
I'm not here to destroy.
I'm not here to shatter fragile dreams.
I'm not at war with anybody.
The complete embodiment of peace.
Wishing the best for the soon to be deceased.

Let god do his worst.

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The Depression Of Fake Love

To the sick and indifferent. To the blind wicked perverse and much worse. To all those so close to the edge. Do not fear the fall. Embrace it in all its glory. Its a forgotten story of olden times. The pleasure is so fine. Love is so fake when you've seen the bottom of this black lake. Frozen over. So much colder. Are you getting bolder? Soon or later you'll hate her, like all the rest. We are just not among the truly blessed. I try to rest my head, hoping for another pass over. A near miss. An alternate existence. Its the nightmare of the never ever land. Isn't it so grand. Holding hands walking down the isles of the forsaken and the damned. A forced arrangement, engagement. A suffering stranger. Caring when there nothing there. An empty bottomless abyss. A black hole smashing goodness of the sun. The absence of life. A suicide by a sharp and jagged knife. The night is becoming a monster of greater demons. Your eyes start bleeding. Your body starts heeding the dire warnings, dire threats. Trying to forget all the regret. In a fret. Caught in a humans net. Sufficating on pillow. Becomeing another widow. Death is on the rise. Look at all the bodies and where they lye. So much turmoil in the sky. A war upon the heavens. We are me insects, on a scale beyond our greatest imagination. Being of the divine is just another book of fiction. Morals are drowned by all the hate. Rules broken by those who got it all. A pledge is made up to shut up the discontent. The important is so irrevelent. Prevent a dieaster with no mercy. Dictate whose soul we should break. Aggravate the hopeless with promises that can never be kept. A soldier killing his own with such an indepth personal touch. All for the cause of a disguise. We hideing so many upon there demise. Hoping for some kind of compremise. A doomsday agreement leaves so many bitter setiments. The hunger is dragging its feet. Still there no sympothy. This is the pleasure of constant agony.

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So You Think I'm Nuts?

I'm use to being looked at as nut, but not for my political beliefs.
Its strange to stand in a lake with no water.
An unnatural position of posture.
But it doesn't change my firm belief that the poor will suffer at both the hands of democrats and republicans.
I feel isolated, and that is how they want me to feel.
All alone, just shut up and die quietly.
But I can't and I won't.
This is important, more important then anything I've wrote about in my entire life.
Millions of peoples lives are at stake and they don't realise it or they don't care.
I don't know which is worse, ignorance or indifference.
The belief speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil, then there is no evil.
A figment of my imagination I wish you were right.
I wish to believe in fairy tales.
But it doesn't sit right with my conscience.
I can't live a lie, with so much exposure of the truth these days.
Flaws are but a pigment of skin.
Opinions varying within.
A shadow watches me in loneliness, and asks me I haven't moved on.
I speak of my responsibilities that it can't comprehend.
In another life maybe I should have been a monk, because our virtues are very similar with the one exception I'm not thus I have to fight for my beliefs.

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The Victim In Me

On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.

Oh how their is a victim in me.
I know what I'd do put in the position.
I know how I would do it.
Reading minds.

On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.

Oh how their is a victim in me.
Coordinating the attack.
Knowing they won't be able to do jack.
How I love the powerless.

On the radar again.
Scope it out.

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Missing You Still My Dear Friend

Missing you my dear friend.
When will I see you again?
God only knows the way this life shall go.
We drifted apart so long ago.
Riding the clouds.
Floating up and down.

Missing you still my dear friend.
When will I see you again?
We had our dreams.
We had our enemies.
They were one and the same.
We got older and we changed.
A plague of ill forgotten promises on my end.
Someday I hope I can be forgiven.
I've been walking this road.
God its has gotten so cold.

Missing you my dear friend.
When will I see you again?

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(Writer Poem) As The Poem I Write

Sometimes a comment is just not what is needed.
Neither is going back to the drawing board.
Corrections must be made.
I've made so many on my own trust me.
I take pride in everything I write.
So I'm constantly inspecting, and words I'm always injecting.
Hmm, that just doesn't sound right.
I can hear every word I type in my own voice.
I'm speaking through my mind.
Through the waves of time.
In a private message I will make suggestions to those who are not disciplined when it comes even to capitalization
I will make only tiny suggestions for it is theirs.
They must reread it and reread it.
One must edit his own work after the thoughts are complete.
Trying to make them nice and neat.
The eyes begin to blur and then it is time to take a break.
Time away.
Time to gather ones thoughts for another day.
Time is all one needs to create a window which will open up and lead into their world.
Everyone is unique and all of its own.

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The Hunters And Hunted

Every time you start screaming, I'm just thinking is he even listening? cause i can't even think. someone pass me a drink. so much repetition in my head. another massive headache. Then i hear some dishes break. Just when will he listen, just when she shut up. the buck is got to stop somewhere. oh yeah i will go there. lived with it, done it. know it all to well. hate to be around you but the sex is good. knew i always would. like bad habit we all fall into. Can't live with it, can't live without it. denial of a mans primal instincts is like a request to die a little inside. it is who we are, it is what we are, it is how we are, systematic, unsympathetic, the world is ours, on a plate dinner is served. the hunters and the hunted. which are you going to be? everyone is chasing after this so called American dream. their just doesn't seem to be enough of it, but i still want. a millions words written with so little meaning. We have no more, don't you get it. denied but definitely not justified. To many explanation speeches. like an understanding with no solution will make a bit of difference. create your own all alone. make peace with your god. prepare to live a verse so rehearsed, like it was meant to be. No originality, we are building another machine. It lives my life for me. no comprehension of what it really takes. breaking out. i just want to be free. it is my destiny now. but i just can no longer bow, to an unequal system that betrays the ones it was designed to protect. here we got another reject. a DNA freak, must have been massive inbreeding in his family. your sick, your sick, your just one those sick people who has no morals, no rules, no standards to adhere to, completely to free as you please. wish i may wish i might, no more wishes i think its going be tonight. my venture to kingdom has just begun. and it has its perks and fun. mercy my i think my soul has already come undone. A victim circumstance. it was their so i took it, now i got to pay yet again.

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The Potential Onslaught

What is this potential?
What is this fire breathing dragon?
How do we define how others judgements hurt us or help us?
A higher rating of self-esteem.
With thoughts about rewards yet redeemed.
Little achieved so it seems.
But what lies under this veil of darkness of the human mind, of mankind?
Something of a jewel left behind.
Nothing for me is any longer so sublime.
A bitter wasteland, we become so completely disconnected with realities so adjacent to our very own.
The light shines only upon which it is shown.
Recognition of the most demanding entity.
But in what way, a course to stay.
For what is it that's stopping you? Pride, or is it a moral objection?
Wrong is defined by the momentum of the truth.
Victory sails, not on what is gained but what is lost.
So what is it I have lost I say at this moment for I have yet to give in?
That is called perspective, I'm looking up while others are looking down.
As if all these men with wings are an aspiration of something I'd actually want to be.
Maybe it's the way society teaches, breed us is wrong.

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Just Want To Know

They never seen me coming.
No not today and not tomorrow.
Capturing hearts and minds.
Holding them in blue translucent glass jar.
A reserve for when I really need it.

Fighting till I got nothing left.
Which is never.
An Aries in and out.
And this gemstone glows.

Fire of the tides.
They continuously burn.

Anger motivates.
Anger can devastate.
It just a matter of control.
What to do with all this magical energy.
Who can I can help upon my shoulders.
Let me lift you up and see the world.

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Heart Of Gold

When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.

In a world where darkness comes up with the sunrise.
We have all made a compromise to survive.
Living a lie, with a single tear dropp in our eyes.
It turns in to many.
A plenty.
Where we have surrendered up our greatest beliefs.
A sacrifice of the soul.
We are all losing control.

When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.

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