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Clear as Mud

CLEAR AS MUD


CLEAR AS MUD
STORIES UNFOLD
OF YOUR PAST
SITTING ON A SIDEWALK CAFÉ
YOUR FUTURE APPEAR
WALKING AROUND
IS THERE ANY DAY
FOR RIGHT AND WRONG



YOU SHALL SPLIT
TIME IN HALF 
AND THROUGH YOUR PATH
INTO THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
I STAND IN THE MIDST
WASH YOUR TEARS
CLEAR AS MUD
CLEAR AS MUD


DREAMS
THAT COMES YOU ARE
LOOKING FOR THE MOON



I CAN’T BREATHE

YOU SHALL SPLIT
YOU SHALL DIE



Jezabella Kipp


Copyright © Jezabella Kipp-Messmer | Year Posted 2011


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hurt

Its nostalgia that killing me from inside 
      its worst I know
Never I ever felt such ,
         Its making pain and it grow.....


The path is as clear as mud
and I can’t even shed tears to make it flow 


The time is moving, The next sun is to glow
My eyes wait to see
but mind refused though.....


Soul is charming, its laughing ,its quite busy in dreams the real self feel empty 
and it even can’t scream……


Its constant ,its flowing,
its toughness that surround
The stones i know better
   Then the living beings around


The feelings are  light as light as straw
but where to fly how come they know



Sometimes it hurts it hurts deeply I know


Copyright © sang shine | Year Posted 2011


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Exit, Stage Right

This is crap! It's all a hoax,
another of life's stupid jokes.
Just when you think you've made it stop
the devil's other shoe will drop.

How many times can we be fooled
and think that Hell has finally cooled?
Like children, we all run outside
'cause someone said that pigs could fly.

We think we have it all controlled,
then Fate reminds us of its hold.
We're actors and the play is writ
and we can't change it, not one whit.

Although we mewl and whine like babes,
the play goes on upon the stage.
They lie and tell us will is free
but we are damned to eternity.

And when we realize and stop
the play goes on, it matters not!
Nothing stops the play, you see,
it just goes on eternally.

And who is all this acting for?
For any viewer, it'd be a bore.
We know that God left long ago,
tired of this painful show.

And daily , many actors quit
and nothing changes, not one bit.
We realize , with much chagrin,
that it was pointless to begin.

The point is made, and it draws blood,
the meaning of it, clear as mud.
So jump back on the carousel
and ride again, what the hell.


Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008


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Unclear Image

No matter what the stars just won't shine,
My life is theirs & no longer mine,
Irritated & hurt as far as pain can go,
In my perfect world the moon won't even
glow,
Tears drain from my eyes only at night,
I follow this road in the dark to see if
there really is a light,
The life in my soul is bound by fire,
It's hard to get the will to climb higher,
Crossing paths rain has well washed away,
Threads that piece my heart together are
beginning to fray,
My fake personality presents itself to any crowds,
Watching it from my lonely position above the clouds
The new day appears the same as the last,
Clear as mud with the dull image of the past...


Copyright © Felicia Hughes | Year Posted 2006


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My wasteland

My wasteland

This is my wasteland,
This is my grave.
This is my graveyard,
I can no longer be saved.


This is my funeral,
This is for real.
This is the end of me,
This is how I feel.


The pain and hurt reflects your love, as clear as mud
And in my dying mind I know you could never be mine.
I did all I could but it was never enough
And now I am all out of time.




(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.


Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016


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on the fence

on the 
fence 
always 
lived  
one foot in
one foot 
outside of 
the box 
inter-changeable
behaviors  
unstable motivational
changes
indecisive indecision
unclear clarity 
clear as mud


Copyright © shari thomas | Year Posted 2017