Nobody seems to care for
What cannot be Seen
But when I look into the Mirror,
I don’t only see Me and
It cannot be Clearer
that I am but a function of We.
No one can Decieve
Nor make me Believe
that my Mind is a Sieve
To make me Live as a Piece
of this Hideous machine
That turns it’s Insidious,
Vacant Engines
with it’s Darkly
Suicidal Intentions,
think not of those
Who Find others to Blame
but Seek the depraved
and Lose my own Name to
Leave the whole World
Decaying in Shame
and look up to the Stars
and Beyond the Tame
Cities broken Boondox
Terrestrial shattered
Civilized Paradox
The Things I See when the Lights go Out
Fascinatingly, Terrifying
It doesn’t matter, shut them Out
These ghosts in my Head
That I cannot get out
Titanic Mistakes which
I did make
and though my Life is Not empty
It’s still far from Full
Those who are Forgotten
my Soul still does Pull
closer ever to my Heart
Which is not One
But billions tied
To All who suffer and
All those who Cry
And When my Eyes are shut
I Still can see
The Victims right
In front of me
Those who are blind
and Narrow in Mind
never think to care
For whats Righteous or Fair
And if you’ve been to the bottom
Can you comprehend what’s on top?
Dark, red Blood on
a Long, cold Blade
and All of the Ghosts
Suddenly
Fade
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On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry, And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold
A glorious Christmas Day
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give me back my innocence
my freedom
my care free days
take the weight of the world from my aching shoulders
and cast it away
i am anchored down by tangible things
my mind in the chains of society
i long to break free!
to shatter the shackles that suppress my thoughts and actions
give me back my life
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Glass people are made in a
Factory faraway
They come out perfect,
Each and every one
Born beneath the Sun
And from the moment they are made
With the factories aide,
Their hollow insides begin to fill.
The glass people are filling,
Although sometimes unwilling,
With what makes them alive
And wiggle and Jive
And they begin to dance and shout
Singing as they run about
Soon they forget they are made of glass,
Just a fragile piece of delicate mass
And they fill and they fill
Filling until
They realize that they cannot hold it all
Once removed this innocent caul,
They begin to despair
And they realize that nobody is there
Nobody to care
And they remember that they
Are only glass
And they continue to fill until
They crack
And spill.
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