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Percieved Realities Realities
Percieved Realities. Realities We live in a world full of superficiality. This world, we have created, becomes our reality. The end result will become humanities fatality. No one escapes their plot, the play they have created. The end result ?, - will be what is fated by their indifference to life, their lack of love for what has come to them, form here or above. Superficiality, indifference is a denial of reality, a reality that will find for them no commonality. Grounded I have, I did, I would clip the wings of my ego, my pride , I have set adrift in stormy seas, let it go for a desire, for a life time, of you to get to know far beyond that which you have, you are willing to show. We have - from time to time - had a moment to touch. For you , it was to let it slip by - it was to much to let yourself go, be free, to let yourself come to show the heart - I still believe is buried deep within your soul. Denied Pain I hear the pain, in all the stories - to me you told. I see you bury your feelings, - your spirit, your ego so bold - that true feelings, real emotions will never unfold. Life's experiences have come and made your heart so cold, hard as steel, made it feel empty and dead. The only place for you to live, is inside your head. Indifference, high expections - all have fed, fueled the fires - no one is good enough to fill desires you have - I know - waiting in the wings, never to find - the lyrics your heart never sings, to your heart, love for you - it seems - never brings, has never brought to you - except arrows, that stings the very fiber of your soul. B.J."A" 2 July 10th 2009
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