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A Letter To Him

You irritate me.
You touched your daughter.
Actually, you touch not just yours,
but God’s!
You sick and twisted man.

You try your hardest to get it in
But she knows better than to let you.
You detest what a father should be
and act like nothing happens after.
All this, you see, will just past away
is what you say.
But no, Memories last through time.
Who could forget what you did?
You sick and twisted man.

But one thing irritates me the most,
how this has affected her soul,
how this affected her outlook on life.
how this has been embedded in her,
making her feel like  a computer with a virus.
You sick and twisted man.

I want to do bad things to you,
like kill you,
or banish you to hell.
But, I have been taught “we also forgive us who sins against us”.
So I forgive you, and love on you as if you are me.
it is written “Love your neighbor as yourself”
and I will.
You lost and forgiven man.

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Is This a Dream

Is this a dream?
Am I sane?
Is this true?
I thought I lost you

The night my eyes were glasses full of water
Tears falling done a cliff into my mouth tasting like saltwater
So, tell me

Is this a dream?
Am I sane?
Is this true?
I thought I lost you

That pain was too real
You walked away like nothing happened
I tried to get over that atrocious reality
And walk on the shore of love and hate, like these feelings weren't developed

Is this a dream?
Am I sane?
Is this true?
I thought I lost you(X2)

Fantasies are for younger humans
Not a singer with no fans
Your image makes it so certain
Still, flaccid feelings make it uncertain

Is this a dream?
Am I sane?
Is this true?
I thought I lost you

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Confusion

We stand up
We gather our weapons
We band together
We fight
We battle
We win
We gain power
We are commoners over 
Emperors
We are the powerless with 
power

They came
They rebelled
They fought
They conquered
They are Royalty to us 
peasants
They command God
They are power high

Ecstasy running through 
everyone’s veins
The order of things thrown into 
mayhem
Chaos controlling everything

Who are the leaders?
Who are the followers?
Who are the winners?
Who are the losers?
Who are the royals?
Who are the normals?

The leaders are followers
    Followers are leaders
The winners are losers     
    Losers are winners
The royals are the normals
    Normals are royals
Everyone is everyone.

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The Sacrifice

We have brought this upon ourselves:
This virus, this egregore:
This cult of individuality.

	Our right to die and bring others with us!
Truly an inversion of full potentiality:
	Others live so we may make right.
The Sun shines on all, says the Teacher,
And vanity blows among its rays.

Like a mask covering a face, so the individual masks their community:
The community devoted to the rite of self-absorption and absolute dismissal of the Absolute
that is the ground beneath us all.

In the guise of a serpent, pleading to be left alone,
like the man behind the curtain, pulling the strings of our poem,
like a talking donkey, kicking us down the road,
this power and principality wants us to become I and all to be you
so it may survive another day, sacrificing us at the anti-altar
of death and decay.

No blood will flow – no life to be seen -
growing and growing, spreading its seed:
From west to east,
by the forces of materiality
and powers that be.

There’s a certain irony to it all:
We must as individuals overcome our idiotic being -
rather, be captured by the wonder of the other -
and come to the altar fully experiencing
the body and blood of the Other
fleshed before us, drawing our eyes
toward the gaze of an other.

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High School Life

“You’re a foot fairy” they say to me.
“You’re a band geek” they mock at me.
“You’re a Jesus freak” they bash on me.

What can I do to gain their love? 
Hatred toward everything I do! 
When will this pass? 
High school needs to die.

“Poetry is for fags” they tell me.
“Man whore” they call me.
“Nerd” they laugh at me.

Why do they do this? 
Discrimination flowing through their blood.
What will stop them? 
High school needs to die.

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Suicide Note - a Prose -

The razor blade held to his wrist shows pain, 
mourning, and anything else. 
You see, he just wants someone to understand him,
care for him, and love him as their own.
His mother and father argue over the tiniest things.
 
Cut one starts, he doesn't feel the relief yet.
Peers and students tease him for being bubbly and happy. 
But no one has seen this dark and twisted part of his mind.
 
Cut two stings just a bit, a sting from a wasp. 
His friends don’t care, they have their own mediocre lives to deal with.
 
Cut number three murders the emotional pain.
No one cares that he does this.
Everyone presses on in their own lives,
paying taxes and making love.

He grabs his father’s pistol from under his parents’ bed.
He writes this letter, and then pulls the trigger.

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Cheating

What happened to us? 
We were perfect together
You ditched me for him

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Moon Landing

When I first saw you
That night I was running
You blasted me away
Onto the moon landing

90 degrees out in the desert
 (we were in the park) 
Cupid shot the arrow right through my heart
 (Light shown through the dark) 
Orion’s belt started glistening
As you took me on a trip to the moon, the moon landing

When I first saw you
That night I was running
You blasted me away
Onto the moon landing

You took my breath away
Just as they say
The puppy came out of me
And I just had to see…
The moon landing
The moon landing
The moon landing

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Internet-Doc

Welcome to the internet,
Where basic freedoms are embedded into the hard drives.
Where the memes help you through life.
Where Socially Awkward Penguin holds the door open too long, while Socially Awesome Penguin opens it for a lovely girl.
Where Scumbag Steve shows us the scumbag in all of us, and Good Guy Greg shows us our goodness.
The memes may describe the human actions, but not always the human thoughts.

Wordpress and blogger anger people, yet pushes them to protest.
Twitter, allowing little snippets from your brain escape, all in 140 characters or less of course.
Friendster, the hipsters’ domain of range.
Facebook being fought over by teenagers and adults since 2005.
YouTube, the keeper of memories, keeper of pain, keeper of anger, keeper of happiness, keeper of love.
Vevo,  the music video enthusiasts’ devil, and God.
Welcome to the internet, It’s  just a world fashioned by 0’s and 1’s that seems too real...

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Beautiful Colors

You are amazing
You remind me of Autumn
In awe of beauty