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Morning Drive

That same yellow light blinks, day after day.
A caution, a check up, or turn to be?
Days it stays, but many times fades away.
Morning dew stained view, unable to see.

Makeup streaks down my rear view, side view.
Roll down my windows, wash the faint black trail.
Never does my sight come back, breathing new.
The sun arises, free me, pay my bail.

A voice became loud, my vision returns.
A knob turning, and turning, turning.
Not knowing, forgetting, the stains, the burns.
Candle skies fancy my souls burning.

That caution, that check up, that turn to be.
That same yellow light blinks, day after day.

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Survival of the Fittest

We act so different from them.
We have more complex minds, more, 
Intricate ways of work.
They live, to support, to reproduce, to eat, drink, survive. 
They feast don’t feast their desire, they fend for themselves among the selfish wolves of their pack.
Sound familiar?
One thing that’s different between us,
Is that we have a mind so grand, so complex upon the oceans of beings sprawled all around us, but.
What they have, is a mind, hidden from the truth, or, a mind only full of truth.

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Mask

Bellowed in ones soul he found the truth.
Blatantly before the mask of whispered lights,
Was the prison of genius minds of every generation.
Shadows of the ever fading light creeped in the cells.
Bars of uncontrollable outcomes blocked their keepers,
But was there a voice?
Harping at the residence to silence their time, 
Figureless actions reached through the gates,
Grasping for the whispered lights. 
Forever in touch with their form,
Their song will never be heard.

But he knew the truth.
Guided by evasive lines he haunted the thought,
For his resource would be trapped in the cooler.
Frosting the wind of the whispering light, he forged the lines to the gates.
Just his past watched as the stained hands formed the bars, but the truth smelted the morning.

So he used the truth,
Guiding the whispered light to its borrowed time,
The gates began to creak.
For the lines forged by the morning awoke at the moment of first breath, 
halting of the muse stopped the keepers, 
‘You can see your future.’

Truth slumbered at its peak,
the talent was now settled.
The two brown suns were no longer set on the horizon, 
Wardens actions lifted its blanketed view. 
How the world beyond the twin stars became so clear!
For the mask was relieved.

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When

When I walk,
I hide that my balance is off.
That I lean to one side.
That I can hardly keep my form above my knees.

When I talk,
I think for hours about what I will say.
Unable to talk like I want to.
Go through my whole day before I ever experienced a single thing.

When I think,
October dew clouds my mind.
My prison sentence grows longer.
Things I should be able to do.
I no longer can.

When I see.
A fuzzy tv screen is what I see through.
My heart beat is seen in the scenery.
Every bird flying by.
Feels the pulse of my being.

When I hear,
My mind pauses everything else.
For my time is slowed beyond the world.
But the world moves forward.
While my ears are left in suspense.

When I feel,
My body wants more than what I can,
supply. 
No matter how much I put forward,
My emotions always hide.

When I touch,
The numbness in my mind grows.
I feel faint traces of what is before me.
My hands are frozen, in stasis.
My nails raw from the harsh storm.

When I learn,
I memorize and remember everything,
But when the time comes to use it,
My mind falters, blanking, losing interest.
Im not who I used to be.

When I grow,
I hold close to who I am,
Find my inner being and ignite that fire.
But soon the flames are smothered out,
By forces that my mind is deprived of.

Then I’m forced,
To walk a path.
To stay in line.
To hide my pain.
To blanket my mind.

I can’t feel what I need to anymore.

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Lost

Love, a feeling not explained by one word or a phrase.

Outsourcing.... our pain, our commitment, our soul....to another, the feeling.... of trust, the feeling.... of no other.

Volatile at its core, twin cities drive each other. Mad. One outsourcing all its work and the other bringing it in. 

Everything it does, bring life back to ones being, bring home back to a house, bring shelter back. Bring shelter back.

Infinitely we fall short, knowing that two steps are needed to progress. One from you, the other. 

Surprised? Why would we be? We are immersed in hate, sadness, misery. Our minds are fixated, yearning for the moment we can FEEL. Feel.

Understanding how love is, is the truth to this world. A planet ran on hope, a society ran on destination, a pathway built upon you.

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The Stream

The scarlet wolves followed.
Their light came from the trees,
the roots constantly changing.
Flowing towards the pulse of their grounds,
Rifts of the stream come closer.
Gifts of fruit for the red stained flood,
Nature’s favored breath controls thee.
Grained in the sediment, the wind no longer blows 
For the breath has reached its peak.
Sweet born children run through its mother,
While she guides them to their place,
While the scarlet wolves followed the stream

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Golden Gates

Heavens doors shined bright on one man, When God gave him what he never said he can, 
her beauty flowed like lifes waters that rushed into his heart.
filled it like the earths oceans, 

she made his heart move with every movement of the waves motions.
Her eyes looked as if they had been stolen from the stars above, 
She over whelmed his mind becoming all he could think of...speak of.

But slowly then all at once he fell, 
led by the way she went against his jail cell, being held captive from the world he had been longing for, 
moving on from the shores of the oceans that he had heard from old lore, 

the courage in his mind and body displayed like the mane of a lion, contemplations in his mind about when or why to hope she knows you aren't lying,
but she came up first to he, she explained the passion and Love that she had saw and forever could be, 

while their presence created melodies that only the divines could describe and see, man saw what distance was placed between the Love that no one could sever, they made every day last with a flower sent with every letter that the mailman or messenger was told to deliver, 

they knew it would never end, with the Love that they started and with every touch or sigh they heard sought to re begin, 

but the beginning just only came, to the man blessed by God who was known without a name, 
she gave him a meaning, a motive that started his being, 

he woke up every morning living a life better than 
what he was dreaming, 
but thought every day 
and took it back to the beginning, 
with every X-ray 
and cat scan, 
no matter what he ate 
or how far he ran, 
Heavens doors shined bright on one man.

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Compress

My heart withers at the gates 
of which exclude my soul,
For who guides my hand now 
pushes the wind towards me, 
for the fire that I can control 
becomes unsteady.
My actions become a mirror, 
one that can not trace 
my actions, 
but the opposite of my will 
is shown.
For I am compressed,
A spring held down 
for too long, 
it’s shape is now finite, 
and still.
Gravity has been hard pressed, 
my minds stage has become 
damaged.
Why do I feel to blame?

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Castle

But you,
Became shark food for all those dudes who found you lost and consumed inside my bedroom walls.

But they forgot,
Forgot to close the door behind them when they came in causing all that pain and sin to settle in the pavement of the floor I lived on.

But you,
Tell me it’s fine all the time despite the kind words of time and the sting of the lime juice on the cuts you made.

But still,
You bandage my wounds despite the fumes, consuming both me and you in this dark room hidden by the bright moon

Tell me, 
Was it fear that brought me here cause im afraid of the shear enjoyment by you.
Pass by me like drones in the sky with the cameras off to their field of view.

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Nostalgia

The sun.
I don’t know why but, it’s almost as if
It’s shining a bit brighter,
The wind feels cool, something moving,
A calming motion, easing my pain
Like a someone laying on the shore,
Letting the water gently lift them,
For the sand was too hot to stay on.