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Lost In Translation

Day to day.
I reflect on what was
The former amusement
On my called, ecstasy.

It was like a goddess of dawn,
Yet a daze of a cautionary tale.
A quaint moment for a reflecting smile,
But the pressure into a tangled maze that leads to nowhere.
A mesmerizing resemblance of paradise,
Yet hollow darkness that had no ending.

Hankering those feelings.
I understand today 
That those unrespected hours,
Were all feckless,
And thrown out like a wet dog.

Every sun risen moment.
I became torn between
My longed for fairy tale
And this tale off foolishness
Creating a sense of emptiness, inside.

Day to day.
I reflect on what was 
The former heartache
Of my called, momentary insanity.

Emotions, concealed beneath bitter wounds
Cease my desired fairy tale.
Yet, I longed to cross course
But questioned my freedom within.
None could bring about my downhearted brink.
None, but the burden
Who shattered beliefs.

Now, day to day.
I must stop!
For all, has been
Lost, in translation

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Death Devours All Lovely Things

Step back today
and gave upon this world of beauty.
Gave upon its wonders and mysteries.
Take a step back today
and look at all the lovely things
in which this world contains.
But look while you can
because it will all soon perish and expire.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."

A flower may stand tall, 
give us greaty delight.
But when this flower of great beauty
is picked
the flower will soon shrivel and expire.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."

A catipilar which is so blissful
so joyous
comes to a certain point
that it turns into a beautiful butterfly
giving our sight great delight.
But it takes no longer than sinrise to sunset
for this beautiful butterfly to perish
and expire.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."

The mountain air, and lovely green trees
gives life, gives home to many.
It is a breathtaking sight when gazed upon
and it takes no longer than a seconsd
to take it all away.
To stop the rivers from flowing. 
To stop the wind from brushing through the trees
from whispering messages to those who'll listen.
It only takes a second for it all to be destroyed.
To make this beauty perish.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."

Everything will soon perish and expire.
And if life gives us somethign beautiful
we must take it for what it's worth.
Enjoy the seconds, minutes, and hours.
We must enjoy the time we have
to gave upon the worlds beauty and wonders.
For "Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."

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Black Crescent Doom

Red and orange heat of doom
Making a black crescent layout
Having the last thing you hear a shout
A shout calling for help
Or a shout of eaking pain
Searching for a breath of air
For smoke comes from this black crescent doom
Making the lungs you rely on, give out
And give up
You have no more air
No more living
Suffocating by this black crescent doom

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Six Feet Under

Day by day
I dare not say
On how it feels
To not say what needs to be spoken
So here is the token
For the gate
Sic feet under

I feel the feelings he feels
As I kneel above him
Trying to deal with the guilt
Of what they had done

It feels as though
The smell of soil
Is in my nail
And the weight of the earth
Is pressing down on me
For he got the key
To the gate
Six feet under

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Deception

Life is no more than a pocket of lies
As you look into what seems to be innocent eyes
Deception occurs before you
While the truth happens around you

Manipulation is like life
 Powerful beyond measure
And able to make a manageable fit
But only to be deceived

Life is deception, and manipulation
It is human nature
It is fate
It is, life

 An individual can view this as inadequate
As another can view this as the perfect fit
But it is merely survival
It is how we feed our soul to the surrounding terrain

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Happiness

Happiness, is overrated.
It is an experience one seeks for
To find the souls true intent.
One step forward,
Can be directed to pain, and humility.
BUT, when in the desirable direction,
Freedom from suffering ,
Emerges.

When near happiness,
A sense of relief comes forth.
It has a voice so vivid
It venoms the gates to my mind.
The windows to its soul
Trances my sensibility.
It pulls me in to where I cannot escape.
And anxiously I await every sunrise,
Hoping, to encounter happiness
Once more.

The cast of happiness
Which I speak of,
Shapes more blissful moments.
Glues a permanent smile
Behind my shattered mask.
And is clever,
Beyond belief.

The cast of happiness which I speak of,
Is the light that leads me
Through everyday.
It is my freedom from suffering.
It is an addiction.
The cast of happiness
Which I speak of,
Is you.

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The Presence of Your Own Mistake

The hair begins to rise
the air becomes colder
Second by second

His presence is near
his presence is here

Your bones begin to ach
Your teeth begin to chatter
Your body becomes so heavy
You fall to your knees
for his presence, is to powerful

The depree from your surroundings form together
and there is no breath
there is no heartbeat
there is, no chance

An image you saw in those dreams
and it is that face you feared
for this is the day he longed for

You reach for the door
but you stay to the floor
as he takes over
And his presence is now your own

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What Have We Become

A whirlwind of sorrow 
Passes through the destruction of man
Along through the lies of our forefathers
To the filth which we deny

Our lies have drowned our own words
To the point of poisoning our freedom

We have truths 
Which are truly lies

And find comfort
In what other prove to be a smack in the face
For humanity

By the point of no return
The whirlwind of sorrow
Carries on
Through the destruction of man

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Betrayal

When the lamp of heaven
Lifts itself from dusk.
This great stage of fools
Awaken.

Fools roam
With headless vision.
The blind mesmerize
On what the fools articulate.
And any one, 
Who is helpless to voice
Follow the strong.

The strong speak with deception,
Playing the fools 
Like a game.
A game that cannot be won.

The fools give faith, 
In this wretched plea of a realm.
All being exploited, 
And betrayed.

But when mans pride is shadowed.
The fools, the blind.
The helpless, and the strong, 
All seek for aid.
They seek for salvation
From this filthy covetous stage.

But this search for salvation
Is concealed
By a lifetime of deceit, 
Which cannot be recovered.

Man is left only to exist, 
In a vitality of betrayal, 
Unable to grasp the translucent tone, 
Which stands before them.

And when trying to escape, 
The lamp of heaven
Lifts itself from dusk, 
Once more.

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Paralyzed

Black, 
Dances below my remains
In the former stretch of twilight, 
Paralyzing my daily plead.

Earths current can be sighted,
But not caressed.
Chilling the conscious
And their will to sense.

Making the sin-concealed night
Reveal the misty pit of time
To the solitary,
Whom is at fault.