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Courtny Steward Poem
Do your ears hear-
tiny movements very near?
Do your eyes see-
every millisecond, a different me?
Do your senses acknowledge-
the spasmodic shifts of energy?
Wavelengths and balance-
universal constant change,
can it be?
Illusions engulfing empty space,
as if everything has only one designated place.
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Allusions alluding a mass confusion,
as if insanity has no restitution.
No substitution for the damage these waves cause;
just for a second-
i wish i could pause.
instead i applaud the controller of waves,
controlling this place-
an endless madness beyond time and space.
- CS | -TC
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Could it be possible,
all i see is an illusion?
Notice all of the confusion.
Nonetheless lies and intrusion.
I must fight them to live my own life.
I must stay sharp, like a steak knife.
There very well may never be a physical bruise-
to what importance of standards would it mean;
to win or to lose.
We are quick to demonize insanity,
however, uphold the usage of inanity;
when we know the similarity shared between us all,
is the want to be free-
can we agree?
There is insanity in us all-
the capability to quickly rise and fall.
I control the eyes of I,
to create my desired reality;
or at least try.
- CS
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She was a forgotten seed-
planted and left alone.
She was unnoticeable to those who passed;
however, to herself, her presence was known.
The soil she was surrounded by was:
dark, dry and mostly dirt.
She begun too early-
the feeling of devastation and hurt.
After what seemed like forever,
the sky began to express nurture.
She grew out of the dirt-
in to the beautiful world.
Now full of oxygen,
her peddles swirled.
Not a day passed-
where she would not move in the wind;
as she knew she was blessed to grow the way that she did.
Through hardship, loneliness and pain;
she is now able to always appreciate the rain-
even if it does so, every single day.
- CS
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Two souls slumber together
Dancing in weather
Enhanced by their treasure
Two souls light as a feather;
Together they fly
Their eyes create highs
Shimmering shimmering shimmering
light
Shimmering Shimmering
In the minds eye
A beauty so clear
A beauty so deep
The Grim Reaper can not conceive;
So they escape death
Share the same breath
And enter a plane,
With no start or no end.
Its love Its love
There's no-thing above
what they have become
forever this young;
Their eyes lock
Their lips meet
Heavens open to their heart beat
then
GOD
smiles
whole and complete
as they sit together
In
one
love
seat.
TC to CS
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I understand i was made a blessing.
I understand that i am loved.
I know there is greater purpose for me up above.
I know i am capable and pleased to allow change-
i know that new knowledge is prone to assist me every day.
I know times are tough; which makes it worth it even more.
Faith and dedication will allow me to walk through the in-nominate door.
For it is witnessing, for it is grace-
It holds great power and knows its place.
I put my life in its hands;
i am the puppet for its astounding plans.
My eye is open-
i am one with tranquility; my view is my ability.
I control the light that permeates my body-
the light that penetrates any darkness around me.
-CRS
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Blood rushes
heart beats
awake
Heat rising
a thirst,
only quenched
by her.
Not you
Not soul
Not human or spirit
but her.
She rises as she sleeps
in a half awake dream
Creating beauty by her feet;
Trailing behind like light
A staff follows ,
Notes
H o l d i n g onto waves
As an orchestrated past stays alive
The future so dark
yet she leads the way
Step. by Step.
She leads the way.
She doesn't know where shes going
But she is always here
She doesn't know what shes showing
But to me, its so clear
Its more than just light
She lives in the dark
Yet only reveals
When you offer
Your heart.
TC
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Humans VS Robots
My mind dances with the devil,
my mind plays tricks on me.
My mind dances with the devil,
my mind plays tricks on me-
the only one who can set it free.
Within time, it becomes easy;
to become your surroundings.
Why do we only utilize-
what is placed before our own eyes?
As if the world does not have secrets to hide,
as if people do not lie,
as if triangles did not have any sides.
Sure would be living obviously-
like some individuals now,
can you see?
Maybe like yourself? once like me?
Habits can be hard to break-
if you allow yourself to be weak.
Who are we? What is our purpose?
-CS
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Another soul like mine,
another neglected heart,
another cloudy mind.
We are all one.
Norms in society explain;
just how we piece together.
I am everyone,
everyone is me.
Souls need homes-
not just a body.
Allow your soul to exhaust itself;
in the surroundings of mother earth and light.
Souls need fresh air.
In order to find a home i need to make a home.
-CS
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Endless amounts of energy-
possibilities as far as i see.
More power beyond,
as below.
Endless stream;
yet always a steady flow.
is it?
How could i certainly know?
Creativity burning holes in my day,
my inner child out to play.
Time consumes my mind-
as if we follow a predetermined line.
Purpose-
My purpose is undefined.
Changing constantly, everything.
Yet impossible to erase nothing.
Once put out,
energy will come to no name.
That is the single rule to the game,
of which we involuntarily play.
Give all and in return, get all-
so to say.
we must live how we choose;
every second of every day.
- CS
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His smile wakes up my soul-
his laugh is my laugh-
his curiosity peaks my deepest wonders.
His strength is built from endurance,
and self-realization.
His strength is given to me;
within every second.
His abundance of wisdom and love-
oh, his abundance of wisdom and love.
- CS
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Beauty so she was.
Kind so she was.
Ugly beautiful,
beautifully ugly so she was.
Strong, divine-
tired of time,
so she was.
Lost in a huge small world.
No difference between,
happiness and misery.
Nothing to say-
yet, full of words,
so she was.
The world so blinded; however,
the truth is easy to feel.
Purposes are ultimately opinionated,
so, is my purpose creativity?
Every-thing constantly changing,
so was she.
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