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Space

A life, a life has been given 
given for propose? 
A propose beyond control
Your shield is a marvelous, intense blue. 
A deep, courageous, hopeful light
guides us down below with a composed ear,
what must it be like to be within your grasp?
What must you think of us?
An intricate, complex mass or do you think we must wake up, 
wake up and live now, with nothing but love in our presence?
Then, and only then, 
Would we be finesse.
Then, and only then would we become deep, courageous,  hopeful light.
What must you think?

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Two

My brain muscle taut,
Exhausted with over thought
Bruised sentiments.
Towards 'us'
I lay here, not knowing which path is rightfully mine, if any.
Gentle flashbacks prefer the early hours.
You expressed your deepest thoughts,
A disposition that did not come readily.
I embraced your display of emotion courteously.
And understood.
I in turn, showcased mine... fears, fate, desires.
Something, I had never felt possible. You held my hand through it all.
Are you still there?

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Clockwork Orange

It is only a matter of minutes before you are due for your next arrival
Hoards of heavyhearted souls, myself included traipse up and down your concrete steps, with hungry, bemused footsteps. 
A constant game of sardines, standing is sometimes all you will allow for, congested we stand, like an ashtray teeming with used fag butts. 
Daily, early morning 'till the late night stragglers approach, you are fruitlessly called upon. 
Strangers... they share nothing but a passing moment forgotten, 
There is no prejudices here, no laughter at a slight tumble while awaiting your stop.
Effortless couples protectively shield one another  from the drown, frustrating jerks you are famous for. 
We share one task and that task is to attack your concrete steps, 
like corporate slaves we attack.
We  climb until we see the inevitable light that teases us, 
teases our tired eyes. 
And once more our tired eyes are immersed into the energy that will become our life stories.

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Without

Pulled in, 
Pulled too tightly 
No more almighty. 
Sucked under,
No surrender, 
Tight.
Haunted with the thought of leaving.
I flaunted no reason to give, 
like time, the seasons hide from my seeing eye.
My conscious mind can not reason with the unknown. 
My anguished thoughts released. My words, caught on your sleeve.
And,
Engraved, 
Craved onto your broken heart
My tone, imprinted.
Imprinted so carelessly.
With no hint of  forgiving.
I can not resist the residing grief.

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Absence

The words you force 
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid anymore. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you. 
These words you force on me have backfired. 
I see the colours you wear,
I must now forgive you
The damage has been done. To yourself.

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Secrets in the Cinema

Persuaded by it's concepts 
Seduced by it's allure.
The promise of temptation. 
Shaping ideals. Shaping our world, you continually strive to shape.
Politics and romance excite you. Families find comfort in your story telling. 
Hypnotising us with fiction and non. 
A film is an intimate process, you deliver splendid.
You can expect a change in our physic,
Buried deep. 
Cinema, you have challenged an army.
Film, you have influenced behaviour, expectation and fascinated us.

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Awareness

Emotions... be thankful for their honesty.
Emotions grow as we do. With us. Daily
Can they be trusted? Can we be trusted?
Beings of this vast Universe. Change comes so rapidly for us.
My Heart only wants for the truth.
The Ego must summon to my Heart's beat...
With feelings of an indecisive nature, we simply can not keep up with the effortless spin, our Emotions deliver.

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Availing Number 21

Late at night and you don't care
You don't regret. Regret is not part of your shortcomings. 
Not yesterday not in this one moment alone.
A lifetime separated. Taken out of concept. 
I don't remember where and I don't remember when but you thought about me then. 
Not now, no longer now. 
You share no given principle, however you are attached to one forbidden rule. 
Steadily sinking into a constant state of vacuity. 
Thoughts buried deep down, kicking and screaming to be heard.
Desolated by you, I trusted you.
Impatiently growing blind to your charm. 
Self worth is somewhat lacking within your vulnerably shell
You disposed of me so frivolously. 
So free and willing. 

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A Past Forgotten

I was the delicate love. 
I was the one that fought to be here, 
To be held in your arms, longing to be held in your arms. 
I was the delicate love. 
That you protested for, protected, proclaimed you would never let go of. 
I was the one that fought to be here, not you. 
I have rightfully claimed my grace amongst healers, leaders, gliders. 
Your light is fading. Faded. Gone. You have left nothing for me. 
I was yours,
Your delicate love,
You have left nothing, nothing for yourself but a past forgotten.  

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Lost

You seem so delicate,
You stand to attention, but to whom? Not us.
You beg approval from another,
Who's words only you can detect.
A mind fit to occupy fear and blame.
Terrorised with anger.
The ground you walk, holds no place for honesty.
Corruption and abuse are all that lie at your feet now.
Individuals that have been torn in the name of love,
A lust for what they seek.
But can you remember what you began to seek?
Two hearts that bleed will not suffice your wishes.
Dishonesty is your nature's call now.
You need to heal,
You need to feel,
You seem so delicate.

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