A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.
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(Poem by Frank Wang)
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.
Lost
Swallowing sadness
I sit in fear
of losing someone i love, so dear
think to the good times we’ve had in the past,
wishing it didn’t go by so fast
is there any way to make this last?
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
Masters of the Universe
Let’s make History,
You and I.
Right here, right now,
Tonight
In this air, these stars,
This Night is ours!
Release these Wolves
and sound the alarms
This Night
is ours.
Take off that Mask to reveal
that beneath it all
Right now is Real.
Fire the guns and
Sunder the Seas!
Be everything you can be
Explode into a Supernova
of Ecstasy,
Colours and Sounds.
Breathe in Eternity
This Night is ours!
No turning back
A headstrong Attack
Challenging Everything you know
After all,
What have I got to show?
Turn to Face
Oblivion,
that’s all it takes.
One last Chance,
the dramatic climax,
The deep breathe before the plunge
This is it boys,
One last Lunge.
The institutions of law
Will fall at our feet!
And grovel in submissive defeat
Let’s make history,
you and I
This Night
So we may never die.
This is one for the Books!
They’ll write it down,
And all that it took
was to Burn this Town!
A night to remember
One last time,
So gather your courage
and all you have left,
And pack every fist full
of your last dying breathe
Because Tonight
We own the World
and tonight we will change it
and Life
is the edge of a knife
which the Universe rests on;
and Life
Is what ties us down,
a tether.
But we’ve found
A new way to live
Forever.
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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.
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.
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.
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
nonchalant looks
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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