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Tedious Flames

I used to be a zippo 
with a wondrous flame, 
mesmerizing many men 
mending my path to fame. 
  
But with every flip and every trick 
my liquid flame trickled slowly away. 
Hinges would break with every shake, 
day and day after day. 
  
Now my own precious fluid  
is nearly depleted. 
Feeling less and less lucid, 
more and more often I'm seated. 
My hinges have broken, 
leaving so many words unspoken, 
for the will to speak them is gone. 
  
Now I remember 
that upon my birth 
was given to me, 
a lifetime warranty. 
I can replace 
my current disgrace 
with elegant grace, 
but that would not be me. 
  
I gaze at the stars 
into the dead trenches of mars, 
where life used to be. 
And I see 
the beauty 
in death. 
I look at my scars 
and relive their stories. 
I laugh at my reactions to the pain  
I thought was so intense, 
until I felt the next, 
laughing that I was far from slain. 
For even though I'm broken
and my fluid is gone, 
the memory of my flame 
shall burn on and on.

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Destiny's Digression

Elegant smiles concealing the pain, 
limping wise men refusing the cane, 
sinister soldiers surprising their shame. 
Priceless pawns purged into war, but in vain, 
for the fall of the king marks the start of a new game. 
  
My path is different, I will not be the same; 
while your dreams run rampant, my dreams lie tame. 
I seek not wisdom, I seek not fame, nor money nor power to add to my name. 
My will of fire is all that remains, 
I'll fight fire with fire and shield still with flames! 
  
But alas! My path is blocked by this frivolous rain. 
  
Stupid! So Stupid! How foolish am I? 
To think my adversary as eternal as pi.  
Rain cast away like the moon to the day, gone with no trace of a sigh. 
Power! Oh Power! I love you no lie, 
beating Bruce Lee and piercing the sky. 
Money! Your power turns girls to guys, 
buy busty bimbos, nice chest and thighs. 
Fame is so great, for fame i would die, 
kisses and praise every time i walk by. 

I am amazing, I'm such a great guy, 
cuz I've got money and fame on my side. 
My wisdom proceeds me, with god my brain ties. 
And I'm superior, my power's divine, 
set straight the boundaries, I'll still cross the line!
  
I seek not wisdom, I seek not fame, nor money nor power to add to my name, 
yet they all seek me and I've no right to deny 
the gifts of the gods, the gifts from the sky! 
Yet one thing still strains me, one thing makes me cry, 
the flames deep inside me have burned themselves dry.  
Survival's in question, without fire I'll die. 
I just wish the flames of my will and eye 
could have seen eye to I.

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Too Many Souls

Naughty nihilists kneel,
while prisoners roam free.
How does it make you feel,
to digress from destiny?
Too many souls lost in the laws of man.

So many souls are filled with greed,
it makes no sense to me.
If they want weed then plant a seed,
and burn for a turn money.
Too many souls indulge in the flaws of man.

Killing may be an instinct,
but it is not a need,
when washing blood away in the sink,
expect regret will settle indeed.
Too many souls grow cold in the claws of man.

I know of a place, of wonderful grace,
where these problems cease to be.
I know in this space, there is no disgrace, only heart-filled embrace,
the most elegant sight i've sought to see.
Predators prowl about for fowl,
among the luscious greenery.
Peaceful creatures howl and growl,
discovering peace in harmony.
Not many souls of those respect law of man.

Sinister evil envelopes my heaven,
so many people imply the impression,
that our foe cannot be beat.
Our foe slashes and bashes, crashes and mashes,
until his count increases to seven,
Fellow creatures feel the pain of a hundred lashes,
trees fall flat and reduced to ashes, like the aftermath of a hundred matches,
his count increases to eleven,
Not enough souls oppose the law of man.

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Looking Up To Others Below

And as I gaze past each envious face,  
I start to ponder, worry, quarry. 
Would awe-stricken stay to applaud my grace, 
if they observed my whole life story? 
  
At the end of my performance, 
a humble soul steps to me, 
Yelling,"Excuse me sir,  
no intent to bother,  
but may I get your signature?" 
  
"I mean no dismay, but fortune and fame, 
have not pierced past my humble ordain. 
My signature's meaningless if my name is known, 
but i can offer you this, 
a view from the throne." 
  
I look into his eyes,  
confused but amused, 
"You've heard my stories the truth and the lies, 
but allow me sir, 
for I cannot infer, 
to take a step inside your shoes. 
Tell me sir, your greatest story,  
what is it that you live to do?" 
  
Blushing he speaks, 
and through his straight face,
happiness leaks, 
as he increases his pace, 
"Amateur poet and writer am I. 
A simple being, a humble guy, 
but to say  
that I 
have never had a view from the sky,  
flying high, looking down with a relieving sigh, 
would be a flat out lie." 
  
"I solute you, sir, 
most simple sir. 
For from your words I must concur, 
that in a different world you would be the better man. 
So I ask you now, most humble sir." 
With a bow,"May I get your signature?"

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Gazing At the Stars

When I look at the stars, I get butterflies
just thinking how lost I could get
venturing fast, adventuring past, each and every one.
I see stars in your eyes.

Look at you, you queen of fire, you ever so lovely girl.
Call me crazy, enlightened maybe, 
but it seems your eyes show something more.
It does occur, boiling inside are demons unseen, a smudge on 
my precious pearl.
I see the pain of cutting veins, in the spot your eyes refuse to be explored.
It scares me not, for flames so hot are destined to leave some nasty burns,
I know the pain, of nearly being slain; 
It's not in vain to be the cure of your concerns.

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Sparring With Death

People call me surviver, 
because my head hit a car 
and I cheated death. 
I know not my reviver, for I cannot recall, 
but maybe I saw the reaper,maybe I felt his breath. 
Maybe as I grew weaker, and passed the portal past death, 
maybe I made a deal, and he removed my black veil, 
in return for double vision, knowing single's ideal. 
Maybe, just maybe 
he reversed time, just enough for me to heal. 
Maybe, no UNQUESTIONABLY! he made me forget 
like sobriety to an addict of meth. 

People call me lucky, cunning, and graced 
to dance with the reaper 
and survive the embrace. 
But my view is different and I'll make it known. 
If I cheated Death, I did it alone. 
Thinking, linking, ideas clinking 
so creative, 
untill my mind's far from my face; 
to the reaper death is native, so sedative, 
while used to life, death's not my place. 
Death was on his comfy throne, 
while I was far from my zone. 
Who's to say Death's job is to kill, 
and not to read your intentions 
and oppose with death, or worse than death blows. 
Maybe I intended/expected to die. 
Maybe he was destined to disagree. 
So if I intended and was destined to die, 
then in cheating death, 
DEATH CHEATED ME.

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Born To Skate

People say,"He shouldn't skate, 
he's killing himself!" 
My reply is don't hate 
I can handle myself.  
Double vision, broken elbow 
won't stop me. 
Removing my board is like a punch in the face, 
it'll drop me. 
I was born to skate, my board was born with me, 
throwin tre flips straight out my mother's womb. 
I've come to find I'm not scared of death. 
Board, why should I be scared of you?

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Ms Nocturnal

I grasp with the grip of a dying man, 
striving to survive. 
Firm, yet so gentle, 
like the subtle flick of a perfected trick 
that makes me feel so alive. 
It's true what you say, you sleep in the day. 
Along with the moon, your slipping away. 
  
  
  
Though far from oblivious, I'm far from judgmental, 
I hear all the words you say  
and don't consider you mental. 
I've wandered many a dark abyss, I know the face of fear. 
Though prepared to jump off a cliff, you still hold life dear. 
I'm free in the night, 
but most of my life, I live in the day. 
and as the sun's rising, your fading away. 
But at night, I'll still be awake 
placing faith in fate.

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Dear: the Reaper

Master of time, 
Master of death, 
You were once both, 
and I creeped as your shadow. 
Now your blood drips from my fingers, 
blood worthy of hallow, 
while you lie lifelessly dead. 
Time has no master 
and neither does death, 
when I burn down the world, 
and oblivion next! 
Burn! Burn ever so faster. 
Fire, bring death to disaster.