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Born to Die

If we are all born to Die,

And when we Die, people Cry,

Yet we are predetermined to eternally fry,

deep in the Depths of Hell.

What business do We have keeping Well?

simply just to ring our own bell?

To put off this damnation

is simply procrastination,

Give in to the extermination,

and your ultimate obliteration.

But these beliefs may prove False

so don’t make them deal with the loss

with someone so good as you

its never to late to Start your life Anew

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End It

Just end it now

before it gets too much

I dont wanna think about

all the other stuff.

It’s just too much

The thoughts rattle my brain

I’m going insane.

Help me to retain

The normal thoughts that once came

Into my brain.

But now I’ve had too much

I don’t want to think about

That kind of stuff.

So I take the rope

Tie it loose with the hope

That might not end here

But who am I kidding?

The end is near.


Hold

What am I waiting for

if the only thing I have left

is this empty

Screaming

Fucking head?

What am I waiting for

when the very Land

on which I stand

is Dead

And my thoughts and ideas

have all been Bled?

What am I waiting for

when the Ghosts are closing in

and my bleating Heart has fled?

My Mind has Become

an Animal you see,

One I Fear

and It

Fears Me

Give me a Hold

in this sharp and

cold

wall of Rocks,

something that I can grip

and not

Cut Bleed or Slip

for the Fall

is far

into that

Petrifying Mist

and there is No

Coming back

from that black

Abyss.


Lost

I’m swallowing this sadness

Licking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next

I’m blinded by life

I’m struggling to see

I’m holding on to whatever

Seems closets to me

I’m digging in deeper

Plowing heels into dirt

Trying to stay upright

Just to avoid the hurt

So desperate to hold on

To whatever seems right

Life is just a mere eidolon

But it’s worth the fight

Just to give up

It would be so easy to go

Not sure if ill stick around

For the end of the show

I’m swallowing this sadness

Liking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next


Freedom

Come follow me

and you will see

how we can be

free.


(Poem by Frank Wang)

A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.


Mindless Self Indulgence

This is

mindless self indulgence.

The way it penetrates

from within,

and shows right through

your skin.

This all consuming

always looming

mindset that you’re in.

This is

mindless self indulgence

and its going to do you in.


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.


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.


Unfamiliar Feelings

Doom & gloom

Sitting in my room

Looking at the moon, Till the break of noon

Gathered thoughts about to boom

Hope these unfamiliar feelings end soon


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.

 


broken dreams

the wind whispered stories

and drew me from my cave

to the jagged shorelines of your ocean

of my grave

waves of grief and disbelief

lap gently at my feet

only to recede and reveal

a bed of broken dreams


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.


Crying In the Bathroom

They talk uncomfortably

about the way things should be

and small-town gossip

and big-world dreams,

after the insanity is ended

and hot-heads still steam,

Cold dinner on a plate

push it with the fork,

still tastes like hate

It’s hard to swallow

when collie-flower tastes

like sorrow;

Push in your chair

and walk up the stair

Your friend walks past and you

smile although

he knows

that the tears are impending

but he’s pretending not to see

the fragile autocracy

of an independent heart

broken to pieces,

fallen apart.

The facade of a grin

and the Everything’s fine

while you’re screaming within

and losing you Mind-

What a curious condition

that only Man can find;

withholding emotion

to shut out assistance

intriguing resistance

to a fight that is not there!

but up you go

to the top of the stair

and tell your family

that you don’t care,

nothing’s the matter

while inside you steadily

become sadder,

and you feel

sick to the core

just thinking about it,

close the bathroom door

(gently as to not make a fuss)

and you make sure it’s secure

before

you start to cry

the weight of the world

took a rest on your chest

and as you cry

you come to realize

That Man is a solitary creature


i am the earth

the blur that is, that was,

the feeling of a lifetime

has been crushed

and battered,

beaten and bruised.

being told you have to choose

win or loose,

to tie your own noose

no.

no.

no.

i will not,

CANNOT

be told that i am anything less or more

then the person who i was born to be!

i am the sky

i am the earth

for all it is

and for all it is worth!

i will show you

and you will learn

to breath free

to sleep easy

to live!

as you were meant

to be


Guerrillero Heroico

Wild-eyes

Gleaming with

a Deadly pride

and with Unifying drive as his guide,

the Revolutionary seeks to find out why

these Capitalist octopuses Try

to exploit and buy

Innocent lives,

his Unimaginable motivation

and suicidal dedication

Is his own Enemies creation;

Latinos who can’t read

and pregnant woman who

Work until their fingers bleed,

It’s time for change!

Dictators, corruption, keeping us in chains!

exploitation and violence surrounds,

It’s time to get up off the ground!

Wasting our time fueling grinkos corporations

Brothers and sisters,

Pick up your gun!

Bullets and Blood calling his heart,

Hate is what makes The fire start

within his mind, Driving his advance

Action is the chance!

Brothers and Sisters!

can’t you see they must die?

Now Communists, Russians

with Ballistic missiles!

Defying the forces of inhumanity,

He’ll realize that He cannot Die;

deadly intelligence in his eye

Courage pulsing through his veins with every motion,

Proud, Stoic.

Admirable to sway emotion,

Determination as cannot be found!

Nothing will stand in his way,

traitors have a price to pay.

Animalistic, blood-thirsty hunger for

the heads of sadistic Leaders

who would betray their people

to blinding greed!

in His unstoppable onslaught he strives to lead

a people to victory but

Now they call me

Gruesome, ruthless,

However truthless

they may be, I am made

the Enemy;

When government is no longer ‘fair,’

Revolution

is in the Air,

and he will be there


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.


Untitled

an eternity has

gone by

and

i

have died


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.


Ocean

I Open my Eyes. The Sky is gray. Rain is wet against me. Wind Howls down empty streets. Hurricane.

I Open my Eyes. I see the World. Hear the distant Roar of the Ocean. Feel the rain. Smell the Sea. Taste Fear.

I Open my Eyes. Step into Liquid, cold. Cold. Cold like ice. Feel the Rain and Feel the Life racing through me.

I Open my Eyes. I See the World.


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.


Wasted ~

Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time

It comes upon me that I have been living blind

Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes

To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime

Like many before me, I try to rewind

All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed

Obviously I should have taken more risks

But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.


A forest.

A forest.

Walking into a land of mystery,
You never know what you’ll find here.
It is a place where things go bump in the night.
A place where you stumble across contrasts.
A place that contains three phenomenons:
Water, fire, serenity.
What is this place you ask?

A forest.


Enemies

Out here in the sand

when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend

and it f**ks with your head,

It’s hard to tell

What you’re fighting for

By the fourth tour,

When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask

“Why have you Killed my son?”

then you come and you tell Me

Who won


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