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Cold Fear

Looking out with apathy as strong as currents from the greatest seas. Destined to roam yet destinies free lost within the symphonic ballad containing all of lives mysteries. Will we ever see what we were ment to be or are we trapped within our self created Fantasy.
Screaming down from up above all of them calling "blood for blood" covering the cries from within being sure to never allow them to win. Within the blink of an eye and the burning within, turning tranquility to violence and violence will spread leaving those who oppose feeling hopless, dead. Suppressed by the sovereignty we are buried by power.In the end it's me,perhaps even we, who must begin to fear what humanuty will grow to be..

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2011



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Live

Cold desperation,
Giving way to destruction,
Felt the sting of pain,
Knew the intoxications of love
Casted aside,
Simplistic obligations,
Live freely,
Live happily,
Live Life,
...Live

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Humanity

We have freedom to create,
the right to participate 
and desire to aspire with our worlds dying fire.
Come close and I will share the story of love
that was held like a dove.
You may be aware, that it can lead to despair
But if you are willing to take the step into the Crucible
you may find the Humanity is shaped by our Insanity.



P.S (Crucible) using the meaning as (extreme test of faith)

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Flames of Desire

Peer inside my soul,it's burred deep within its hole.
looking inside my mind, masked by all the pain and all the crime.
Nothing here to find, seek the new beginning at the end of mine.
There's no shame in crying,it's not as cold as dieing.
I try to mask my grief,by putting all my faith within my feet.
Trying to stand my ground but everything I love comes crumbling down.
My happiness is placed, deep within the surface almost as if erased..
Tear comes streaming out, leaving the trail of self doubt.
Place your hand within the fire, the true fate of desire.
Her smile leaves sparks, burning holes in the dark.
Love is the fire, that fills you with wild desire
Death rips us apart, a condescending art that breaks the heart.
Magic turned to tragic.
Fire turned to ash..we always seem to crash.

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2010

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The Cost of Money

More money equals problems
and it's easy to prove
I went from living in a trailer
to house that were huge
but the wider the walls
the more space to feel alone
so I took these complicated feelings...
that should have stayed at home
and project it on others...something I never should have done
The more I tried to hide it
The more clear it became
that the more I tried to fight it
the faster i'd have to run.
So the more you hide your problems
the steeper the cliffs
and then before you know it..
you've slipped into the abyss..

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2013



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Hope

When humanity sheds tears of sorrow, we water the seeds that plant hope for tomorrow.

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Change the World

Now is not the time to cower, rise forth my brothers and fight the powers.
Do not wait for their change in fate.
This world is ours to shape, redirect, and recreate.
Lets join the game, and fight too change, the mechanical response of the human name .
Redirect your loving face..and join the race..to save this place
Are you willing to do what's needed, to change this world?

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Immortality

We offen do ponder the birds that will fly, the ground at our feet, the sun in the sky.
 Lies like rocks, we cast in the pond, the larger the stone, the more chaos is shown.
  Much like the tracks we leave in the dirt, that soon will be blown right from this earth
  The day that it comes, thy sunset receds, don't fear what proceeds, nor fall to your knees.
The birds that will fly far from the nest, thy memories shall grant them comfort and rest.
 In this we do see how free we can be, and in that we are granted, immortality.

Copyright © Jess Smith | Year Posted 2011


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