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Break Free

Why must we feel constrained

by the fabrics of our clothing?

by the confines of our home?

by the limits of our knowledge?

by the boundaries of our city?

Not me,

I say,

Break free!

Break free from these so called

limitations.

these so called ends.

create a new limit, a new end.

Become your own person,

and encourage your friends!

If each of you had one

new thought,

imagine the ideas we could have!

Don’t try to be me

and I won’t try to be you.

Create and reinvent yourself

make a new you,

the real you,

the true you.

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Lost

Swallowing sadness

I sit in fear

of losing someone i love, so dear

think to the good times we’ve had in the past,

wishing it didn’t go by so fast

is there any way to make this last?


Goodbye

Why can’t this be a happy trip?

go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.

Sure this is the time to say goodbye,

but everyone knows all things must die.

It’s just a matter of where and when,

so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.

Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.

And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.


This is Your Brain

The Internet

is my brain.

Filled with

downloadable knowledge

and google searches.

no one thinks,

the answer’s at your

fingertips.

just believe the

wikipedia page

and continue life

within the cage.


Some Might Say (180 degrees continuation)

180 degrees can change my life

as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife

should i turn around and end it now?

or continue this life beneath this frown?

Well, some say yes

and some say no,

but I’m here to tell you

it doesn’t matter which way you go.

‘Cause you all end up

in the same place,

in the same time,

face to face with the thing

you may deem divine.

And that’s God.

God is the magical one,

the mysterious one,

the one that may seem to be having

all the fun.

He’s playing with the puppets,

and you’re the one

that’s doing his wishes

and not having fun.

But I’m not here to tell you

what’s false and what’s true,

I’m here to tell you that

you decide what you do.

I’m not here to tell you

what’s right and what’s wrong

I’m here to tell you that

you do belong.

Even though you’re self-esteem

may be gone.


Success by Rachel Forster

If I was successful would you put your arms around me

And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?

Or would my success intimidate you?

Make you less likely to change the world?

 

Success will not ensure that you influence hearts

Nor guarantee you feel any more loved

The surprise truth is: to love equals success

 If you can accept who you are,

Whilst seeking to grow each day

And love others as their need is.

Then you have real success

 

You don’t need to be successful to have love

But you do need to love to be successful


Home

A place where you go

to get away.

A place where, if you want,

you can stay.

A place where troubles

pass you by.

A place with sweet, delicious,

homemade pie.

A place where you can go

when you feel so alone.

What place is this?

This place is Home.

 


Life on Mars?

do you think

there’s life on Mars?

when you look up to

those endless stars?

do you think

we can live on the moon?

if life on Earth ends soon?

lets start a tavern

way up on Saturn.

would you say i’m a genius

if I could get to Venus?

let’s lead a platoon

all the way to Neptune.


Yes God?

If you look to God,

you might see,

there’s a plan for you

and a plan for me.

but for me and you

and you and me

who does he want?

what can we be?


Rush

Rush to the stage

three hours early.

just to see those lights.

the extra-ordinary orgasm of sound.

Cannot wait for them to start

“closer to the heart”

feel the release of your stress

“Aboard the Thailand Express”

Geddy Lee takes up the bass

not but ten feet from your face.

The essence and presence

of the one Neil Peart

with this music how can the world feel hurt?

The sweet music flies by

“Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?”

A sight only this show can provide your eyes

“Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies”

The last killer rift from Alex Lifeson

and this wonderful spectacle is done.


Space

Let your mind wonder

as you begin to ponder

what we deem to be life.

Feel your body sink

as you begin to think,

the next logical step, death.

Feel your mind release

and you might feel at peace

free from the distractions of the world.

Now it may seem

as if you’re in a dream,

but reality will come rushing back.

Slap you dead in the face,

pull you down from space,

cause life can do that sometimes.


Sunlit Dinner

There is nothing better

than a sunlit dinner.

Follow with your eyes

as the sky

goes by

And take a sip

of your lemon drink.

As you stare off into space

let your mind erase,

let your soul escape

into a peaceful place.

There is nothing better

than a sunlit dinner.


Help

Save Me.

the walls are closing in.

Save Me.

from the demons that live within.

Save Me.

my mind begins to spin.

Save Me.

from this unfitting skin.

Save Me.

for they are whispering sin.

Save Me.

for my life is about to end.


Life

And yes, you can make

all the excuses you want.

you can justify your

wrongs in any way that makes

your insecurities turn into

a feeling of power and well being.

You can dismiss the blatant truths

right in front of your eyes

in search of any reason to tell yourself

that this is not who

you really are.

But in the end,

you cannot hide from the truth.

You must come to face who you are,

who you have been,

what you have done.

In the end,

you cannot make any more

excuses.

You cannot cover up

any of your wrong doings.

You can no longer seek

to feed off the weak,

rather you must come to terms with

yourself and who you really are

as a person.


Words

They come

rushing forward

rolling off your tongue,

spitting through your lips.

as they fly

through the air,

you never realize

what damage they

will do.

They hit me

with a force

unimaginable

unfathomable

unreal.

like a spear stabbing

straight through my heart

i feel as if i

am dying.

physical abuse can

heal with time

but words

will nestle within

and haunt you forever.


Untitled

Nothin’s easy

when you’re

feelin’ queasy.

Nothin’s fun

when you’re

on the run.

people are scared

with you’re

blue hair.

you got you’re gun

and now it’s done.

Just pull the trigger

and watch it flash

before your eyes.

Give it a squeeze

and watch him

crumple to his knees.

It doesn’t matter

anymore.

When he’s

sinking to the floor.

Nothin’s hard

with you’re

own petard.

Everything’s fun

when you

got a gun.

They’re still scared

of your

red hair.

But the nightmare

is over

before it begun.


Ice Cream Man

Ain’t life free

for the ice cream man?

Ain’t life sweet

for the ice cream man?


Reach Inside

What’s the deal

with how you feel

For those who can’t see

below the knee

Finding something

which I’ve found

buried deep beneath the ground

So come alive

and don’t be dead

Find the notion

Within your head.


Finished?

I don’t know if I’m dumb

or just uninspired.

These poems used to

come to me.

Now they

Run from me.

Playing hooky.


Let It Go

Can we really win

this infinite race

when we know

some things are hard to replace?

It’s hard to let

just One thing go

and keep you’re life

in a steady flow.


Brutality

my wrist curls back

I feel the stick weighing

in my hand

as I propel it forward

to strike the head

of it.

the head vibrates

violently

shaking

trembling.

I cock back my foot

and give it

a swift kick

to the face.

Not once but

two

three

four

times.

After another

stick to the face,

I rear back and

crash into it.

As my cymbal simmers,

my guitarist glances back

and nods

as if to say.

“you killed it”

 


Superbowl Sunday

Hundreds of people

spend Billions of dollars

to try to make

Millions of dollars.

Millions people

spend hours preparing,

spend Hundreds of dollars,

buying things they are told

they need to have.

Millions to be made,

Millions to be lost,

and it’s all for

a game.


Helping Hand

If you see me,

crying in the dark

don’t ask me where I’m from,

don’t ask me where I’ve been,

Just let me in.

If you see me,

begging on my knees

yelling “please, God, please”

with no answers to my pleas,

Just let me in.

Everyone has

some troubles in life.

Everyone has

some grief and strife.

Sometimes we need

a helping hand,

to bring us up

and help us stand.


What Are We?

What are we really

but bones and skin?

What are we really

but time wearing thin?

What are we really

but lights and sounds?

What are we really?

A thought that astounds

or maybe confounds.

The more you think

the less you know

but give it some time

and perhaps you’ll grow

to understand what we really are

and find your path, your Lodestar.


Dreamer

Dreams never die

but sometimes they cry.

Dreams may never fly

but sometimes they try.

Dreams can reach the sky

or never past your eyes.

Dreams can be a way to live

or hold you captive.


Sun

Look to the east

and expect to greet

a rising sun.

Look to the west

and expect to forget

what is keeping you alive.


Normal

Normal is

conforming to society

Normal is

10 days sobriety

Normal is

being cool

Normal is

B’s in school

Normal is

nothing, not even a word

Normal is

nothing, the word is absurd.


The Farmer

With strength and courge

and a furrowed brow,

the old man picked up his rusty plow.

He walked out to the field

bent down, kneeled,

and prayed before begining.

He prayed for past days,

the ones withered away.

He prayed he was far from his dying day.

But once in the field,

he never did yield

to the task he was set to do.

Once he was done

in the blistering sun

and his shadow was long and thin,

he took back to his house

where he sat with a bottle of gin.


The Funny Man

the funny man stands

mic in hand

and stares at his watch.

he’s three minutes in

and can’t even begin

to remember his next joke.

his hands start to sweat

and he begins to regret

signing up for this open mic.

as his dream slowly dies

he begins to realize

a forgotten little piece of advice,

happiness is the key to life.

smiled, and with this rejuvenation

he regained his reputation

and killed it that night in the city basement.

 


The Real Othello

The young moor

crept through the door

into the boudoir

to continue his amour.


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