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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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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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?
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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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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
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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
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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
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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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an eternity has
gone by
and
i
have died
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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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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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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the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
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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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sitting in the dark
waiting for the sun
that will never come
dreams turn to sand
slipping through your hands
the wind wiping wildly
through your long and unkempt hair
naked as a baby
dressed and gone to war
please somebody save me
from the shadows
outside my door
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pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
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“I am Afraid of Monsters,”
jeered the boy to his Father
clothed in skins
“Don’t be,” He replied
with a grin
as he tore the flesh from the bone
with his Teeth, and
Blood rolled down his Chin.
“There’s no such thing.”
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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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