Byproduct
By Dustin Branum
Have you no clue how hard i try
To keep positive alive and negative aside
Why must you insist, genocide
Why must you feel the need to lie
I don't remember the reasons why
I cater to your deceptive lifes
What makes you think I'd oblige
Why must you live this way of life
Have you no clue how hard I try
To not do the things I so despise
To keep a hard face and try not to cry
If I do so, shall it be my demise
And should it be, I give you my word
Destiny will be mine fulfilled in time
I'll show the world that's being disguised
Time to reveal this knowledge I hide
As everyone starts to wonder why
But it's little too late to rectify
Nothing you say can justify
Living such a demonic life
My deepest fears are coming true
Total darkness is bleeding through
Raging inferno that's within my soul
No longer desires to maintain control
Exposing this darkness for all to see
"Reveal your demons!" You beg of me
I’ll hit the buzzer first,
swooping in with haste.
Grace is the byproduct
of wild as it comes undone.
Be like a butterfly,
beautiful yet strong.
Don’t try to check me,
my mind’s already in flight.
I’ll hit the buzzer first,
you simply can’t keep up.
Intoxicated by a start,
I’ve got to set it off.
Is it me or is it you
either way it’s too slow.
Measure for measure?
I abhor a snail’s pace.
Stop dragging your heels
this chance is fleeting.
When you are finally ready?
I’ll hit the buzzer first.
Awakened by a battalion,
Alienating thoughts berating me,
Separating my chance to see,
What could truly be,
Hindering my productivity,
A byproduct of society,
Quietly disrupts my day,
I try pushing them away,
Battling my way up,
Putting coffee in my cup,
The upper hand now mine,
As i find my way around,
Drowning out the noise,
I'm poised for progress,
Pressing on ahead,
My head a playground,
As thoughts bounce around,
Bound to my creation,
Some turning into sound,
As vibrations float around,
Grounding my energy,
Entertaining an entity,
The sensitivity grows,
I fall into the shadows,
No one knows how low,
I call out to my foes,
I know my purpose,
It's soon to surface,
We don't deserve this,
The Land was not for purchase,
It's time to repurpose your role,
As the whole regains control.
The incerating toilet
A merchants dream
Product.
A byproduct environmently
friendly
By: Aspect Kindly
Of Pizzerene Inc.
A V
Pribe-More Business Co.
Music and Dance
The good and true know rest and peace
Simple because without selfish intent
They can lay their burdens down
Moment by moment and so enjoy
The endless journey.
The bad and false know no rest
Because driven by desire
There is no satisfaction
And so their path
Becomes an endless wheel of suffering.
One is like a still pond
In which you can see your clear reflection,
The other a swift rapid
Making waves and turbulent eddies
At every turn.
One knows peace effortlessly
The natural byproduct of life in harmony,
The other knows it only as a dream
Something strived for
But never attained.
(10/26/25)
Inherently people are prone to pry
Wherever there is more than meets the eye.
Black and white, by patent definition,
Dazzle in latent opposition.
Byproduct of a shady interplay -
Panoply of 50 hues of grey.
The contrast between black and white
Is not as trite as day and night.
In former days they harmonised
On the big screen before our eyes.
Beware of black, beware of white -
Clandestine colours out of sight.
Portals open on my plane
Sensing danger in my brain
Seeking truth so I stay sane
For too long I've played the game
Filling cracks in as they come
Vanquishing demons to where they're from
Bound by purpose
Cursed by laws
Stripped of weapons with no just cause
Tapping power before untouched
To mask our path we've walked too much
To keep the demons at least at bay
And ease the conscience of the mundane
(This is obviously the byproduct of a marathon D&D campaign. Somewhere around 3 days straight... I don't know why we used to do that. I'm a nerd what can I say.)
stress is self made
stress is self inflicted
stress is a byproduct of ones confession
stress is a byproduct of ones confusion
stress amplifies ones inabilities
stress exemplifies ones chaos
stress can only help those with no hope
stress can only hurt those with dreams fulfilled
Ideally, we would flush
what is of little value –
wiser men and women
sending to the sewer
of time, putrid, fecal matter --
a byproduct common
to even the best
of societies...
lately, we elevate them
to higher orifice –
Like a coconut shy
The pedestal an invitation
To find fault
Topple and pillory
Fame the modern obsession
Fifteen minutes in the sun
Now the goal
Not a deserved byproduct
Earned through hard graft
Or god-given talents
Just the limelight
For its own sake
The insane dogged pursuit
Of chasing the dragon
For its addictive temporary high
To find it bites you
And swallows you whole
Made in
His image
When we do not obey
We perish
The Death of Deaths
Intangible, but
Most things of that Magnitude are
Drawn to the Light
The Eternal Source
Brings you hand in hand with
Pain
Struggle
And, as a byproduct, depth and growth
But, Alas
Pain is temporary, whilst Victory is
Sempiternal
Non-Temporal
Unimaginable
In a flux with The Flux of Flux
Being
He had a story
And demanded to be heard
His words were whispered
Do to his hoarsed throat
He suffered from the flu
A byproduct of what he
Wished me to know
"They have created a monster,
Mankind is doomed"
He told me as I recorded
His conversation
"They used stem cells from
Toads, a fossiled dodo egg, a hippopotmus
An ape, bear and a puma, it created a fume that
Became a cloud
It rained and they all feel to the floor
We didn't know why until one
Of the professors mentioned
They" fused the stem cells
With the organisms found in
A meteorite we develop a vaccine for
The flu like symptoms but it only worked
On a few of us
We spent days in the lab trying to remove the Misty cloud, one day it dropped
To the floor and started to become a
Gelatinous material
We took samples of it
And it , it was a virus it is a one organismicist
Creature that creates a mist to infect people
Than it creates and spews an acid
That dissolves the flesh and swallows you whole
It roars while it swallows"
Being productive
Live each day
as if you had no hope of tomorrow.
Tom
Doing Your Best
Be careful of today's doings,
once in your past, they remain forever.
Tom
Worry Not
Waste not time worrying about tomorrow,
lest your worrying bear fruit and it be upon you.
Tom
Time runs equal in work or play,
in diversion, it seems to be sprinting,
while in boredom, it appears to be running a marathon.
Tom
Boredom is a byproduct of inactivity,
never become bored with the life God has given you.
Tom
Bad Seed
No sooner does a vile seed hit the soil,
until Satan is there with his trusty watering can.
Tom
Greed
We go through life wasting things,
and hardly a moment passes without wanting more to waste.
Tom
2-4-04
(Misc15)
Thoughts For Today
Being productive
Live each day
as if you had no hope of tomorrow.
Tom
Doing Your Best
Be careful of today's doings,
once in your past, they remain forever.
Tom
Worry Not
Waste not time worrying about tomorrow,
lest your worrying bear fruit and it be upon you.
Tom
Time runs equal in work or play,
in diversion, it seems to be sprinting,
while in boredom, it appears to be running a marathon.
Tom
Boredom is a byproduct of inactivity,
never become bored with the life God has given you.
Tom
Bad Seed
No sooner does a vile seed hit the soil,
until Satan is there with his trusty watering can.
Tom
Greed
We go through life wasting things,
and hardly a moment passes without wanting more to waste.
Tom
2-4-04
(Misc15)
I want to cover my naked soul
You are the byproduct of my desire
I want you more than I want me
Some veins create a stretch marks of you
But you ever traced my identity
Like a magic you are everything to me
And treat you as a queen
I think it is the real love from the mind
As a ghost your thoughts wrapped around
Then I flies in the sky where ever I wish
Blindly release the art of love
Breaks the bonds of the mind creation
Watch your face through the lense of night
Memory remains in the darkness
When the dreams are away became the waste of life.
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