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confess yourself
undress yourself
to your bones
reveal your soul
to yourself
you need to know
who you are
before you can help
anyone else
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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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come to me easy
as i lay down tonight
make peace in my mind
as i sleep tonight
whether in a bed or on the streets
in a prison cot
or cold dirt floor
sleep will always cleanse the soul
and until sunrise
let me sleep in peace
undisturbed
dreaming
bliss
come to me easy
as i lay down tonight
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harsh
stunning
relentless
cunning
thirsty
unforgiving
melancholy
just another
brick in the wall;
reality check
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how am i supposed to learn my lesson
when i know not what i am being taught
do i sit here and listen
pretend?
or do i question
where others fear to do so
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a stone’s throw away
it seems so close
but as the stone flies
so does your target
you can never seem to be quite there
at quite the right time
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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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fi i ma uoy
era uoy em
neht tahw era ew
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the boy went out
to find his home
the dog set out
to find his bones
mother wept
for just awhile
father came home
passed out on the floor
slept in his clothes
he was gone before morn
a favorite place of mine
was always under the covers
i feel so safe
from outside bothers
i clench my eyes closed shut
in hopes that when i open them
love will be there
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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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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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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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Is there something that you yearn?
Like a lesson easily learned
Under the context in which it was earned
What do you get in return?
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In deepest Night,
when all are asleep
is when they come,
up the flight
of shadow-stair
silent and fleet
Cloaked in black,
Quiet as the breath
of a slumbering child,
Down the Hall,
soundlessly gliding
Quietly
into the bed-chambers
of my family
And there they stand,
not breathing, sensationless
Diabolic yet infinitely patient
standing
staring from shadowed faces
no eyes but still they are watching,
in Deepest night
the clock reads three
I am awake, eyes squeezed
Shut
but
I know there is one standing,
and its
Looking
at me.
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Tigers blood
coursing through its Veins
blocking out any further pain
the growl that makes grown men come to tears
realizing the true face of fear
running would be pointless
screaming proved helpless
face down in the mud
comes the true meaning of tigers blood.
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Stranger to me
Stranger to you
When life means nothing
Are you really living
When you live to die
And love has no virtue
Are you alive
When death does not phase you
And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart
Have you a soul
Neither sun nor moon
Or burning wound
You are a still a stranger to me
And I am a stranger to you
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God
What is God
Is God enough to save a soul
Damned to hell
Is God love
Is God the night sky
Or the dull light of dawn
As days go past
And time grows old
Does God sit upon a golden throne
Is God for everyone
Is God for me
I don’t think so
So don’t try to make me believe
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Ocean Bird soars
past gates and Doors
Past ports and towns,
Past smiles and frowns
Over the World’s troubles
Gliding effortless and subtle
In the strobe of the light
Of Sunshine morning, Glory flight
Ocean Bird soars
Past dark shadowed Moors,
Past caves by the coasts
Over lonely Ghosts
Out to the Sea
Of Joyous uncertainty,
Ocean Bird soars
To Heavenly lures
Past the dark storm cloud,
Past the Mean-eyed crowd
Past the dangerous waters
Till white snow covers
The Docks and the piers
And the daylight clears
Every cloud from the Skies
Opening up the Wanderer’s Eyes,
Ocean Bird soars
With a Soul so Pure!
Past the white-capped foam,
He’s found a Home
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Between the Trees and
the Locust cries
You can hear the soft
moan of the Summer breeze
You ruffled my leaves
and I began to cry
the saplings will
All wither and Die
I was somewhere in between
two towering elder trees
I was overwhelmed
Opportunity ripped out from my arms
I went down to the creek
and took a Deep draw,
I rose to my feet and
Spread my limbs wide
and for the first time
I opened my Eyes.
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