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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Ain’t life free
for the ice cream man?
Ain’t life sweet
for the ice cream man?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Look to the east
and expect to greet
a rising sun.
Look to the west
and expect to forget
what is keeping you alive.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The young moor
crept through the door
into the boudoir
to continue his amour.
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There is a place
where demons run free
And angels hide
And Fear looks at you behind sunken eyes.
It is a place thought to be low
many know of it
but few want to go.
Seven layers said Dante
but i say more
Amaranthine, Glorious, Great, giddy, gore.
Eternal suffering,
Everlasting punishment,
make you wonder if you are even sentient.
A place where you pluck out your eyes to see
but hell can be heaven
if you want it to be.
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Don’t wallow over hopeless sorrows
you can always look to a better tomorrow.
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When you want something
you just don’t know.
How do you get
somewhere you can’t go?
Dream of stars and space
will I ever win this endless race?
Be all that you can be,
well I tried but it’s taking an eternity.
No where to run,
no where to hide,
just left behind these sunken eyes.
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The beginning
will be like
The End
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What if there was a society
of nocturnal humans?
who slept by day
and worked by night?
which side
would you chose?
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Chaos begins as
the shark lies in wait beneath.
Then swims up and sinks his teeth
into the lonely swimmer.
Will just one be enough for this sharks dinner?
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A Utopian society can never be achieved
because with knowledge
comes power and greed
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There once was a boy, tall and thin
who took a train ride on a whim
the train took him to the depths of hell
where he sat a rang a solitary bell
and in the early morning when the clock struck thrice
he was fed a single bowl of plain, white rice
this is how he spent his lonely days
his mind stuck in a foggy haze
he decided one day to try and leave
only to find the devil is impossible to decieve
so he was stuck there in the depths of hell
ringing his lonely, solitary bell
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The man killed his only love
the only thing more beautiful than a blossoming foxglove
with one swift move he sent her away
and began a period of slow decay
and that was the end of his ladylove
who flew away gracefully like a dove
You don’t know what you got
until it’s gone
now with nothing left over which to fawn
it was hard for him to carry on
a love once lost
is hard to again find
you must hold tight
to what you deem devine
for in an instant it may be lost forever
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