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23 Feb 2014 04:16 #139353
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Perhaps I am a Jedi Seer,
although to me this isn't clear.
But I put my
visions
into rhyme,
at times oblique,
sometimes sublime.
Sometimes
the visions
do come true,
maybe offer
what we must do.
Sometimes
they come to naught
and hold some things
that should not be taught.
Other things
that I have seen
may yet
be those
that have
yet to be.
Of course
there are those
that think
me the fool,
that I never
see the truth.
But although
we may feel
a certain way,
the truth remains
like a bright blue day.
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Visions
Perhaps I am a Jedi Seer,
although to me this isn't clear.
But I put my
visions
into rhyme,
at times oblique,
sometimes sublime.
Sometimes
the visions
do come true,
maybe offer
what we must do.
Sometimes
they come to naught
and hold some things
that should not be taught.
Other things
that I have seen
may yet
be those
that have
yet to be.
Of course
there are those
that think
me the fool,
that I never
see the truth.
But although
we may feel
a certain way,
the truth remains
like a bright blue day.
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02 Mar 2014 04:42 #139987
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The Moon
The stars about the lovely moon
Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face
Swims into sight, and lights all space
-Sappho
The stars about the lovely moon
Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face
Swims into sight, and lights all space
-Sappho
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03 Mar 2014 21:03 #140272
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Black Ink
The swimming swirl of
Lines
Curving inwards
Shapes that shifting join
Vetiver scent, leads
South
And far, far west
Over oceans you wait
Smouldering wood, burnt
Black
Wet leaves pile as
Futures pull closer
The swimming swirl of
Lines
Curving inwards
Shapes that shifting join
Vetiver scent, leads
South
And far, far west
Over oceans you wait
Smouldering wood, burnt
Black
Wet leaves pile as
Futures pull closer
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14 Mar 2014 23:44 - 14 Mar 2014 23:54 #141371
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Eclipse
One glimpse blinding, turning slowly
Gently shift each other's axis
Share totality's alignment
We will merge and flood the sky
You are like the heavens to me
Full of strange and distant wonder
I will fill my heart with silver
Radiate a golden light
Diamond ring as birds fall silent
Every feathered heartbeat stops
And the moment stretches, timeless, endless
Lost
The wide earth has become smaller
From our sudden cosmic distance
Though it's newly filled with wonder
Sometimes shadows fall at night
But there's promise in that blackness
Like the vastness of the cosmos
Mirroring, magnetic, driving
Perfect in each other's eyes.
One glimpse blinding, turning slowly
Gently shift each other's axis
Share totality's alignment
We will merge and flood the sky
You are like the heavens to me
Full of strange and distant wonder
I will fill my heart with silver
Radiate a golden light
Diamond ring as birds fall silent
Every feathered heartbeat stops
And the moment stretches, timeless, endless
Lost
The wide earth has become smaller
From our sudden cosmic distance
Though it's newly filled with wonder
Sometimes shadows fall at night
But there's promise in that blackness
Like the vastness of the cosmos
Mirroring, magnetic, driving
Perfect in each other's eyes.
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25 Mar 2014 01:07 #142464
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Follow Your Dreams
If while pursuing distant dreams
Your bright hopes turn to gray,
Don't wait for reassuring words
Or hands to lead the way.
For seldom will you find a soul
With dreams the same as yours.
Not often will another help you
Pass through untried doors.
If inner forces urge you
To take a course unknown,
Be ready to go all the way,
Yes, all the way alone.
That's not to say you shouldn't
Draw lessons from the best;
Just don't depend on lauding words
To spur you on your quest.
Find confidence within your heart
And let it be your guide.
Strive ever harder toward your dreams.
And they won't be denied
Bruce B. Wilmer
If while pursuing distant dreams
Your bright hopes turn to gray,
Don't wait for reassuring words
Or hands to lead the way.
For seldom will you find a soul
With dreams the same as yours.
Not often will another help you
Pass through untried doors.
If inner forces urge you
To take a course unknown,
Be ready to go all the way,
Yes, all the way alone.
That's not to say you shouldn't
Draw lessons from the best;
Just don't depend on lauding words
To spur you on your quest.
Find confidence within your heart
And let it be your guide.
Strive ever harder toward your dreams.
And they won't be denied
Bruce B. Wilmer
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25 Mar 2014 08:27 #142489
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Satellite
Out above the pier last night
A single cloud flew past in silence
Lit by moonlight, and below I learnt
There is no need to try
The sea that stretches outward
Ever redefines its borders
Without effort, just the push and pull
Of gliding silver light
Silent satellite, we’re dancing
Know, maintain the perfect distance
And in time, your labours ended
Fall back into my arms.
Out above the pier last night
A single cloud flew past in silence
Lit by moonlight, and below I learnt
There is no need to try
The sea that stretches outward
Ever redefines its borders
Without effort, just the push and pull
Of gliding silver light
Silent satellite, we’re dancing
Know, maintain the perfect distance
And in time, your labours ended
Fall back into my arms.
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25 Mar 2014 13:56 #142508
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Whole heart opening
Orient to the source
Accept the offer
Orient to the source
Accept the offer
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31 Mar 2014 13:13 #143094
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Sunset
Overhead the birds meet sunset
Ephemeral silhouettes in flight
I’m sorry I can’t be as they are
Light as air and free to fly.
Every glint reflecting daylight
Life I lived for twelve dead years
And what can that mean anymore?
And more, what do you feel and fear?
So out across that endless sea
I watch, and wait, and pace the shore
The pain, it also comes in waves
Lurching, rolling back once more.
Night falls, I swim into darkness
My sole hope to find you there
An island, in this shifting silence
A final, fatal breath of air.
Overhead the birds meet sunset
Ephemeral silhouettes in flight
I’m sorry I can’t be as they are
Light as air and free to fly.
Every glint reflecting daylight
Life I lived for twelve dead years
And what can that mean anymore?
And more, what do you feel and fear?
So out across that endless sea
I watch, and wait, and pace the shore
The pain, it also comes in waves
Lurching, rolling back once more.
Night falls, I swim into darkness
My sole hope to find you there
An island, in this shifting silence
A final, fatal breath of air.
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01 Apr 2014 02:54 #143155
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I create this darkness
I have allowed these tears
When faced with these decisions
I summon my own fears
Bound by my own creation
Held in the chains I link
When I grow sick of fighting
I allow myself to sink
Then broken bits of anger
Mask a deeper rooted pain
Only I can stop it
But I give in again
I have allowed these tears
When faced with these decisions
I summon my own fears
Bound by my own creation
Held in the chains I link
When I grow sick of fighting
I allow myself to sink
Then broken bits of anger
Mask a deeper rooted pain
Only I can stop it
But I give in again
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06 Apr 2014 06:43 #143631
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The Quest
Tell me that you'd like to be,
a druid, knight or perhaps a seer.
Something maybe that will steer us clear
of the darkness of our fears.
And if a knight or bard you be,
on a quest you must leave.
To find the Temple in a dream,
that can set the world free,
free of the dark one's plans,
perhaps it can be found
in a sunken land.
Or perhaps on another plane,
where eternal lights never fade.
I cannot tell you more than this,
as quests demand the most of lists,
lists of men and women, too,
guided by the rules of virtue.
So this perhaps is the greatest clue
to show you what you must do.
Tell me that you'd like to be,
a druid, knight or perhaps a seer.
Something maybe that will steer us clear
of the darkness of our fears.
And if a knight or bard you be,
on a quest you must leave.
To find the Temple in a dream,
that can set the world free,
free of the dark one's plans,
perhaps it can be found
in a sunken land.
Or perhaps on another plane,
where eternal lights never fade.
I cannot tell you more than this,
as quests demand the most of lists,
lists of men and women, too,
guided by the rules of virtue.
So this perhaps is the greatest clue
to show you what you must do.
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15 Apr 2014 14:18 #144482
by Kohadre
So long and thanks for all the fish
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This is a song I wrote for my new music project - Every Day's A Battle (EDAB). I thought this was the most appropriate place to post it.
My Dear Tormentor
This shit is over
You can’t contain us
We’re going to destroy
This world that hates us
You’re Day of Judgment
So goddamn delicious
My wrath is coming
It will be vicious
(Chorus)
Oh do you see,
These things you do to me
Aren’t out of compulsitivity
One more time and we’ll break you down
One more time and we’ll beat you around
You beat me up, and I’ll beat you down
Fuck this shit I ain’t kidding around
(End Chorus)
Bloodied and broken
upon the ground you lay
I must ask, are you proud?
The beast you created has awoken!
So now I’ve killed you
My dear tormentor
The world won’t miss you
Now walk through hells door!
(Chorus x2)
Oh do you see,
These things you do to me
Aren’t out of compulsitivity
One more time and we’ll break you down
One more time and we’ll beat you around
You beat me up, and I’ll beat you down
Fuck this shit I ain’t kidding around
(End Chorus)
You can’t contain us
We’re going to destroy
This world that hates us
You’re Day of Judgment
So goddamn delicious
My wrath is coming
It will be vicious
(Chorus)
Oh do you see,
These things you do to me
Aren’t out of compulsitivity
One more time and we’ll break you down
One more time and we’ll beat you around
You beat me up, and I’ll beat you down
Fuck this shit I ain’t kidding around
(End Chorus)
Bloodied and broken
upon the ground you lay
I must ask, are you proud?
The beast you created has awoken!
So now I’ve killed you
My dear tormentor
The world won’t miss you
Now walk through hells door!
(Chorus x2)
Oh do you see,
These things you do to me
Aren’t out of compulsitivity
One more time and we’ll break you down
One more time and we’ll beat you around
You beat me up, and I’ll beat you down
Fuck this shit I ain’t kidding around
(End Chorus)
So long and thanks for all the fish
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19 Apr 2014 22:13 - 19 Apr 2014 22:18 #144906
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I'll post some old poetry here, I guess. It's spoken word, so it won't have the same impact as when it's recited.
Also, I don't agree with the entirety of the message or with way I expressed what I was feeling at that time.
Phony
Playing the fool for a nation of fools
A nation caught up in misguided rules
Invisible fault lines colliding
And we to be blame, our fault
Recognition is big step
But not a giant leap
Shamelessly we employ slaves
Women kept in domestic graves
A narrative against those who misbehave
But who am I to stand here and speak?
A genderqueer white person
Middle-class and educated
Can't see past my own pile of shit
Phony
And all I can do is admit that I don't get it
Phony
Trampling injustice with a lead foot
Speeding with arrogance towards fire and soot
Crash course in stupidity
Trying to embrace humility
Only to wind up without the ability
To see the futility
Of my own proximity
With the destructive proclivity
Incidentally, I drown out the real voice with my audibility
Openly I demonstrate the best parts of Christianity
Secretly I'm wondering if God could ever love me
Phony
I'm pretty proud that I'm Irish and German
But the Irish decided to turn-in their heritage
For white man's burden
Phony
And what does it mean to be straight?
Can I be impressed by a man's gait
Or do I have to walk a fine line between
Insecurity and self-hate?
Phony
I'm a hypocrite
Culturally illiterate
Inconsiderate asshole
Is what I'd call America whole
Phony
How do I navigate the intricate web of lies
Cutting ties with my identity
To demonstrate deference
If history needs a context
Then I must have missed the reference
Incensed by America's ignorance
While I claim innocence
Phony
Also, I don't agree with the entirety of the message or with way I expressed what I was feeling at that time.
WARNING: Foul language
Phony
Playing the fool for a nation of fools
A nation caught up in misguided rules
Invisible fault lines colliding
And we to be blame, our fault
Recognition is big step
But not a giant leap
Shamelessly we employ slaves
Women kept in domestic graves
A narrative against those who misbehave
But who am I to stand here and speak?
A genderqueer white person
Middle-class and educated
Can't see past my own pile of shit
Phony
And all I can do is admit that I don't get it
Phony
Trampling injustice with a lead foot
Speeding with arrogance towards fire and soot
Crash course in stupidity
Trying to embrace humility
Only to wind up without the ability
To see the futility
Of my own proximity
With the destructive proclivity
Incidentally, I drown out the real voice with my audibility
Openly I demonstrate the best parts of Christianity
Secretly I'm wondering if God could ever love me
Phony
I'm pretty proud that I'm Irish and German
But the Irish decided to turn-in their heritage
For white man's burden
Phony
And what does it mean to be straight?
Can I be impressed by a man's gait
Or do I have to walk a fine line between
Insecurity and self-hate?
Phony
I'm a hypocrite
Culturally illiterate
Inconsiderate asshole
Is what I'd call America whole
Phony
How do I navigate the intricate web of lies
Cutting ties with my identity
To demonstrate deference
If history needs a context
Then I must have missed the reference
Incensed by America's ignorance
While I claim innocence
Phony
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25 Apr 2014 15:03 #145530
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A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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25 Apr 2014 15:52 #145532
by Kohadre
We cheat Death from his rightful victory. No one can defeat us we are glad to plunge feet first into hell in the knowledge that we will rise.
So long and thanks for all the fish
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Gafflwn Dihenydd, o'r fuddugol yn wiriol sydd. Ni fydd neb yn ein Drechu, Falch ydy ni i drochu, Traed o flaen i'r Annwn, mewn y gwybodaeth fe godwn ni.
We cheat Death from his rightful victory. No one can defeat us we are glad to plunge feet first into hell in the knowledge that we will rise.
So long and thanks for all the fish
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03 May 2014 06:45 #146325
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Here are three poems by American poet Trumbull Stickney, 1874 - 1903. "Dramatic Fragment" was written shortly before he died of a brain tumor.
Six O'Clock
NOW burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
For day is done. Along the frozen docks
The workmen set their ragged shirts aright.
Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy light
Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks
To hut and home among the snow's gray blocks.--
I love you, human labourers. Good-night!
Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache!
Good-night to every sick and sweated brow,
To the poor girl that strength and love forsake,
To the poor boy who can no more! I vow
The victim soon shall shudder at the stake
And fall in blood: we bring him even now.
---
Be Still. The Hanging Gardens Were a Dream
BE still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curled lashes of Semiramis.
Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
Provence and Troubadour are merest lies.
The glorious hair of Venice was a beam
Made within Titian's eye. The sunsets seem,
The world is very old and nothing is.
Be still. Thou foolish thing, thou canst not wake,
Nor thy tears wedge thy soldered lids apart,
But patter in the darkness of thy heart.
Thy brain is plagued. Thou art a frighted owl
Blind with the light of life thou'ldst not forsake,
And Error loves and nourishes thy soul.
---
Dramatic Fragment
Sir, say no more.
Within me 't is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind's poor birds.
Six O'Clock
NOW burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
For day is done. Along the frozen docks
The workmen set their ragged shirts aright.
Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy light
Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks
To hut and home among the snow's gray blocks.--
I love you, human labourers. Good-night!
Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache!
Good-night to every sick and sweated brow,
To the poor girl that strength and love forsake,
To the poor boy who can no more! I vow
The victim soon shall shudder at the stake
And fall in blood: we bring him even now.
---
Be Still. The Hanging Gardens Were a Dream
BE still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curled lashes of Semiramis.
Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
Provence and Troubadour are merest lies.
The glorious hair of Venice was a beam
Made within Titian's eye. The sunsets seem,
The world is very old and nothing is.
Be still. Thou foolish thing, thou canst not wake,
Nor thy tears wedge thy soldered lids apart,
But patter in the darkness of thy heart.
Thy brain is plagued. Thou art a frighted owl
Blind with the light of life thou'ldst not forsake,
And Error loves and nourishes thy soul.
---
Dramatic Fragment
Sir, say no more.
Within me 't is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind's poor birds.
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03 May 2014 09:03 #146331
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Joy - Gavin Bantock
And Paradise does come
Paradise comes like a breeze and like a breeze
drifts elsewhere than where we are at the time
and we have no way of following the wind
to the world's end.
And Paradise does come
Paradise comes like a breeze and like a breeze
drifts elsewhere than where we are at the time
and we have no way of following the wind
to the world's end.
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03 May 2014 16:58 - 03 May 2014 16:58 #146345
by Edan
"Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult."
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Fortune's waters see the shore
And pushing forward, forward more
The sand builds up and washes away;
The sun sets, rises, and brightens day.
In drama's play the weave is true
As actors unravel act and clue;
The curtain rises, falls and parts,
Once and again the old tale starts.
The muses' image colours frame
The painting of an artist's fame;
Dye washes out in water's clear,
As does anger, passion, love and fear.
And pushing forward, forward more
The sand builds up and washes away;
The sun sets, rises, and brightens day.
In drama's play the weave is true
As actors unravel act and clue;
The curtain rises, falls and parts,
Once and again the old tale starts.
The muses' image colours frame
The painting of an artist's fame;
Dye washes out in water's clear,
As does anger, passion, love and fear.
"Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult."
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18 May 2014 19:29 - 18 May 2014 19:30 #147632
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Why I Keep Living
It's funny how when you look back,
the pieces of the puzzle fit
when at the time things seemed off track,
and you could barely handle it.
Life is crazy, messy, short
and sometimes we don't recognize
that all the joy we ever need,
is sitting right before our eyes.
A gentle kiss from one's sweet love,
a walk through autumn's leaves
we dream of heaven up above,
we could have it here, if we'd believe.
The greatest joy in life you see,
is love from those you care about.
A joy that is completely free,
but one I could not do without.
Remember what to focus on,
when next you reminisce
all that matters when you're gone,
is by whom you will be missed.
~Rai
It's funny how when you look back,
the pieces of the puzzle fit
when at the time things seemed off track,
and you could barely handle it.
Life is crazy, messy, short
and sometimes we don't recognize
that all the joy we ever need,
is sitting right before our eyes.
A gentle kiss from one's sweet love,
a walk through autumn's leaves
we dream of heaven up above,
we could have it here, if we'd believe.
The greatest joy in life you see,
is love from those you care about.
A joy that is completely free,
but one I could not do without.
Remember what to focus on,
when next you reminisce
all that matters when you're gone,
is by whom you will be missed.
~Rai
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18 May 2014 19:31 - 18 May 2014 19:44 #147633
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This World Full of Lies
I'm all by myself,
in this world full of lies
I've tried for so long,
not a soul hears my cries
Those that know are in denial,
of the harsh truth at hand
The rest of society,
too dim to understand
No matter where I look,
the dark is still there
It hurts me to watch,
yet I sit and I stare
I'm labeled an outcast,
my ideas far too strange
But is it a crime,
to want things to change
The world is so vicious,
so mean and so cruel
And I feel all alone,
surrounded by fools
I thought that at last,
I had found my own light
In this world full of hatred,
depression and fright
She seemed like an angel,
so perfect and pure
Our time was quite near,
of this I was sure
Then straight out of nowhere,
corruption took hold
Now my angel has fallen,
and I'm left feeling cold
I'm all by myself,
in this world full of lies
Where the heroes are villains,
in thinly veiled disguise
So now it's in my hands,
to fix what's not right
I'll come from the darkness,
and bring us to the light
~Rai
I'm all by myself,
in this world full of lies
I've tried for so long,
not a soul hears my cries
Those that know are in denial,
of the harsh truth at hand
The rest of society,
too dim to understand
No matter where I look,
the dark is still there
It hurts me to watch,
yet I sit and I stare
I'm labeled an outcast,
my ideas far too strange
But is it a crime,
to want things to change
The world is so vicious,
so mean and so cruel
And I feel all alone,
surrounded by fools
I thought that at last,
I had found my own light
In this world full of hatred,
depression and fright
She seemed like an angel,
so perfect and pure
Our time was quite near,
of this I was sure
Then straight out of nowhere,
corruption took hold
Now my angel has fallen,
and I'm left feeling cold
I'm all by myself,
in this world full of lies
Where the heroes are villains,
in thinly veiled disguise
So now it's in my hands,
to fix what's not right
I'll come from the darkness,
and bring us to the light
~Rai
Last edit: 18 May 2014 19:44 by .
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18 May 2014 19:35 - 18 May 2014 19:35 #147634
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Feel, Smile, Love Again
Walking forward,
getting nowhere,
always looking back
Here I stand,
in a world of light,
the epitome of black
the further down,
this road I go,
the more I realize
the only way,
to free myself,
is to cut off all my ties
each separated bond ,
it seems,
is a cut straight to the skin
I fight,
but have to wonder,
is this a fight that I can win?
When all is done,
the scars are left,
to prove my pain is real
and though the past,
can't be erased,
I've at last begun to feel
~Rai
Walking forward,
getting nowhere,
always looking back
Here I stand,
in a world of light,
the epitome of black
the further down,
this road I go,
the more I realize
the only way,
to free myself,
is to cut off all my ties
each separated bond ,
it seems,
is a cut straight to the skin
I fight,
but have to wonder,
is this a fight that I can win?
When all is done,
the scars are left,
to prove my pain is real
and though the past,
can't be erased,
I've at last begun to feel
~Rai
Last edit: 18 May 2014 19:35 by .
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