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Best Poems Written by K.C. Moonshine

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The Witch Doctor

Face for fading music
Disappearing in the distant
Those that stood still
Were called forth by the mystic
To answer a question
To answer the inquisition
For this was not the path
That they had been thinking

The witch doctor stood fast
His crazy eye twitching
He spoke slow...
"Your path... You will be switching!"
Batting his lashes
His vibes bellowed long
Their initial reactions:
Over looked and over drawn

With a wave of his hand
His visions showed real
Finally their eyes opened
Now looking to deal
The shaman then laughed
And threw up his arms
The skies began spinning
Bringing down the stars

The chosen few looked all around
And before long at each other
Awe lost in disbelief
One right after another
While the mystic's laughs grew hysterical
The rest fell to their knees
For no one knew the awful truth
Behind what the witch doctor sees

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Situational Awareness Is the Undying Key

Disregard for effect
In the eye of the beholder
We sit in dire need
As the looks grow colder
Abandoned out here
At the horizon’s end 
We sleep all alone
With nothing to defend

The dreams come
But at what cost
When the lack there of
Has found us lost
The heart grows fond
In times of resistance
For reality lost touch
And with it our existence

But is that enough
To stand all alone
For solitude draws deep
Turning expressions to stone
The deals are dealt 
And dreams fell short
Where do I go from here
When every step I distort?

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Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?

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Shades of Smoke

Ten Feet From The Floor
No Disturbances From Here
Air Escapes With Each Breath
Awaiting The Smoke To Clear
The Bitter Aftertaste
Of A Martyr In Disguise
Just The Cause And Effect
Bleeding In Their Eyes

A Subtle Collapse Of Reason
Bearing Its Ugly Face
The Smokes Still Clearing
Drifting To Another Place
Shall We Soon Follow
Sifting Through In Shades
Disappear Into Nothing
As The Essence Fades

The View Is Lost
And The Shades Have Sleeved
A Mere Disappearing Act
To The Eyes That Believed
Sudden Shades Of Smoke
Filter In The Distance
They All Endure Coming Down
And Exit To Existence

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Dreamers

Dreams in slow motion,
Dancing in the lead;
Have you lost control...
Of the long planted seed?
Growing out of refuge...
The flowers in your mind;
Will you draw me a picture...
Of all that is undefined?

Draw them curtained;
Masked in the finest drape,
For reality needs not...
To find an escape;
But to see truth...
Behind these wall flowers;
Reveal to us...
The power of all powers...

For dreams bare nothing,
But hopes unknown;
While man seeks greatness,
To be written in stone.
In a day of souls for sale,
May you dream me perfection?
I have not a single hope,
Scaled in every direction...

Please rest young dreamer,
For we are all the same...
Tied to a faction,
Behind dreams that never came.
For your drawings mean nothing;
When we're all blind...
A sad proclamation...
But it's how we're designed.

This is but a moment,
In the poor dreamer's brain.
So don't forget the ending,
As we're inching down the drain.
Draw me a picture... 
Telling our future's tale;
And he threw me a dollar,
Screaming our future's for sale...

Before I knew it he’d left;
Running away screaming in his depart.
Who would’ve thought...
That a dreamer’s dreams could tear ‘em apart?
Beep... Beep... Beep...
And my eyes, I’ve just opened...
Shutting off the stupid alarm clock,
Realizing the dream that just happened...

The reality of it all...
Trying to put two and two together;
An idea by which to relate,
And changed my mind forever...
That we could all be dreamers,
Caught up in our own dream;
Subject to our curtains,
But never as we seem.

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Too Far Gone

Fresh from creation
Clean at the slate
They had no foresight
Of the decisions that they made
A brand new nation
And a brand new state
Lost in direction
With no time to hesitate

Take a step forward
And then one further
Can't stop what's moving
To waste time reflecting
The questions were answered
So no need bother
They'll all pay someday
For the blindness of their father

Their time dwindles
As does their sons
On to the next generation
Until it's too far gone
With questions brewing
Under a new day's sun
The thread is still tearing
And there's no where to run

The time's left ticking
Yet to see relief
The truth's set shambles
Waiting to be released
The honest are burning
Cast blame to the chief
Life is too far gone
And none are in belief

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The Record

Out Of Site, Out Of MInd
Look Inside, What Will You Find?
Truer Words Were Never Spoken
A Continuous Record Playing Broken

This Man Suffers From Blissful Ignorance
Blinded By His Cheap, Skin Deep Arrogance
Vaguely Conscious To His Empty Heart
Destined To Succeed By Falling Apart

Moving Further Ahead Without A Thought
Only To Slip Behind To A Soulless  Spot
For Like Experiences May Still Arise
The Path Not Taken Leaves Unseen Skies

For Only When The Records Skip
May We See The True Colors Drip
The Emotions That Were Never Found
Leave A World Waiting, Just For A Sound

A Sound For Which A Heart To Beat
Raising The Tired Souls To Their Feet
Slowly Watching As The Record Plays
Quietly Waiting Out, This Endless Daze

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Under Cover

Scurry To Their Side
And Try To Catch A Break
No One Has The Time
For Decisions That They Make
On The Road To Happiness
Hopes Fall On The Grim
Out Here, On The Horizon’s Edge
The Lights Are Getting Dim

In The End We’re Animals
Victims To Our Need
Giving Not Too Easy Now
Fallen, To Our Greed
All The Hopes In One Hand
And The Let Downs In The Other
Bringing Balance To A Life
Best Lived Under Cover

Falling Back Now
To A Place We Can Control
Acceptance Always Granted
With The Payment Of Your Soul 
Today Is Not The First
And We Are Far From Last
Just An Upended Recurrence
Footnoted In The Past

It All Seems So Long Ago Now
Gazing Through The Mirror 
Is There Any Truth Behind 
All The Stories That I Hear?
For What Once Was
Has Been Redone Ten Times Over
And I’ve Become A Memory
Best Lived Under Cover

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Sincere, But Unclear

Knock, knock
There's someone at the door
A man disguised in age
Claiming he has the cure
A cure for life
And all it's virtue
A magic way out
Where nothing else can hurt you

The pain you feel
The droning hassles undone
"Just follow me" he says
With eyes hiding a smoking gun
Take a trip
Or sit secure
The choice was yours
But was it pure?

Now you blindly step
With brainwashed trust
Enslaved to a dwindled vision
Believing that its now or bust
Watching the end grow near
Scared to step forward and object
You just sit and wait
Knowing just what you can expect

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Behind Bright Eyes

Behind bright eyes...
A life lives blind;
The pain of man... 
Not far behind. 
Looking into the mirror... 
At the fast fading disguise; 
Falling to my knees, 
And the demons rise... 

No control of the change...
In the heart of least resistance; 
No such trust in myself... 
An oddity within existence. 
You think you see the truth, 
But is that the real me? 
Caught in this distorted dream, 
Hidden behind what they see... 

Encaged on the inside, 
Trapped within this charade... 
Disagreements with society, 
Just fools on parade. 
The sun slowly rises, 
Awakening to the screams... 
All of the blurred memories, 
Living nightmares from dreams.