SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE WOINDERING
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I SIT HERE DAY DREAMING
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I STAND IN THE SHOWER CRYING
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I BLAM MYSELF FOR EVERYONES DISAPPOINTMENT
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I SIT HERE CRYING
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I SIT HERE BEATING MY SELF ON THE IN SIDE
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I BLAM MY SELF FOR EVERYONE HATTING ME
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I SIT HERE WISHING I CAN TURN BACK TIME
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I SIT HERE WISHING I COULD HAVE DONE THINGS DIFFERENT
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I SIT HERE WOUNDERING WHAT I CAN DO TO AKE MY LIFE BETTER
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I SIT HERE THINKG OF THE PAST
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I TELL MY SELF MY LIFE WOULD BE DIFFERENT IF I WOULD HAVE STUCK IT OUT
Searching for the light requires a dip into one’s own darkness
Eliminating thought after thought results in change
Learning who one is brings understanding and a change of heart at times
Feelings can be altered and attract a deeper persona
Contaminating one’s self with negatives brings disaster and disorder
Opening one’s mind achieves great understanding and peace
Noticing the small details of life plays into one’s own
Counting every mistake made is the biggest
Expecting the best is top priority
People can affect and determine change based on others
Telling one’s self great things brings about a great person
(Self Concept)
Why?
Confused.
If you work hard you get used.
few rich ever paid dues
Knowledge is power
The manipulation of information is the world wide denomination
the difference between week and domination
and the down fail of us all
You need strong mental perception
to peruse these truths
this faith of man
from man... This self importance enriched with mans self worth to kill all he sees to conquer
all of his brothers...
The Truth
The "Truth." Is the view point of the pure.
"No Man pure have I yet met!"
Life is the perception of power
The manipulation of information to create the sour
to create the victim and the villain
the good and the bad
and all the make believe we tell children
in the end Big fish eat little fish
that is all i truly know...
Have you seen the size of my fangs?
Robot
Tin-can man.
Input, circuit, and overdrive.
Shadow of the future and the past.
Movement hidden, you are not alive.
Programs burned and running fast.
What else can you do?
Wakening up every morning,
and not able to read the news.
Passing a breeze God gave you.
Barely feeling the I love you~s.
Your data has been set to self destruct!
Walking around all confused.
While your memory is set on stuck.
A heart not made to rust.
Hanging laundry out in the rain.
Lazy technician you can't trust.
Look what he's made out of you.
Ready to blow your thrust!
Compute- abort- system to self destroy.
Restoring the joy sucked out of you.
Input: input: information .
Wipe out the old, store in new.
Delete all files to recycle bin.
System reboot to life again.
With a new program that reads:
Feeling like a human once again.
(This robot is on)
.(self shut down!)
P.D. was here!
Have you ever made a a mistake
So small
So simple
You barely even knew it existed at all
Until suddenly there it is
Blinding in it's radiance
For all the world to see
Insidious and ever reaching
Tainting all you know
With a layer of hate and shame
Revulsion pointed inward
Is the most deadly weopon
In any womens artilliary
And we are masters of this lethal game
The self disgust
Followed quickly by the self destruction
Cycling round forever
In the hazy mire of our lives
The only diversion availabe?
The next mistake to be made
Predacious paralogisms of parodies
Pantheans pantomiming
Their self indulgent songs....
Piping their illusions from realities
While the world crumbles about their feet
These axioms of paracymenes souls
Prophesied, from the prophets times
Copyrights....
Fulfilling their tales told
These fallacies of fathoms fantasies
Delusioned dreams, of grandeurs scenes
While portraying....
The pretties of something else?
These wisdoms, within a wayward life
Of philosophies and beliefs
That they themselves
Truly, do not even know....
Always searching, but never finding
Amissful within the crowds, the flocks
From which they call their own?
As blindly, they swashingly swagger
Parading, among the golden peacocks
These feathers....
That fill their straw laced hats
Predacious paraligisms of paradies
Pantheons pantomiming
Their self indulgent songs....
Delusioned from the realities
Amid a world, that gravely crumbles
From beneath, their darkened soul!
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