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Kaleigh Barteski Poem
The Moral of today is
Listening to the words
Of some other nightmare
Watching and waiting for the next cue
Understanding, and reaching
In and beyond the veil of the flesh
And ink on paper
Bringing in the ultimate sacrifice
Knowing that in the end
Its all about you
So it seems to cliche
And
A little to ironic
How someone you have never met
Could possibly know so much about you
Your life, your mind, your family
For the darkest of secrets
Often lie undisclosed and unresolve
But yet
Here it is and all you did
\as search a title
and load it
And in that title
In the name
In the body
You have found salvation
Just a little bit of it
And you know not how
Who or why
This became or will become
And where
Did it come from
Cause hidden in the mind
The things you never say
Someswhere along the lines
Thoughts became relative
And relatable,
In Regards they almost make sense
Almost seem logical
Almost appear normal
Almost become
As they lay out on the table
You cant help but to think
How they were pulled
Outside the vault
Of things you wont ever say
Dont ever want to think again
But they repeat
As if on an auto setting
And every time you hear it
You dissapear into the void
Of words unsaid
Things unthought
And It all starts over again
As
The Moral of today
Copyright © Kaleigh Barteski | Year Posted 2009
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So today im sitting here
Brooding, Pondering
about things and words
I sit in a dimly lit room and wonder
Why is it so dark in here
and why so light outside?
Cause darkness seems to follow me
And in a way im embracing the isolation that comes along with it.
See yesterday sat painted for the first time in a long time
in the same dimly lit room
Today only to discover that
what i had painted
Looked like a rainbow
and i didn't even know it
Im thinking about things that i know are fact
A few of which are.
Without dark there would be no light
and in the end every color in the world eventually turns to black.
So now im wondering,
Is it bad to sit alone
Here, In my dimly lit room?
Or is it a natural progression of things
And maybe, Just maybe the darkness inside of all of us
Is really what makes the light
For there is beauty in the breakdown
Copyright © Kaleigh Barteski | Year Posted 2010
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Words of vain
and vanity
liks its a choice
like you can decide
when and where or why to do your job
I guess its me
and maybe thas okay
maybe
every hour is inconsiquential or juat unimportant
Invisibility cloaks me
makes me safe
from your attack
but
It doesnt make me immune
every sylable hangs
over my head like an omen
telling me im insignificant
and im not sure but
the more away i am
the eaier it is for you
to hurt me
you just don't want to try
you just want to look away
keep looking
Copyright © Kaleigh Barteski | Year Posted 2010
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So here it is
that game
the same old game
they said, she said , I said
that is the game
Players enter blindly
without knowing
that they cannot win
some dont know that
they are playing
against
your hand of trumps
We become your puppets
Mentally bound
Propaganda Personified
I look to my card in hand
It looks like a game show board
the wheel of fortune
the game now turns
You no longerr are in control
the puppet becomes the puppetier
Taking away the thing you need most
Control
Mental Bondage
Its your turn
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Pictures on the wall
Both sexes
The human body in all its glory
His, Hers< something to envy
Something
To look at, exebitionism
Vengence, Shes Broken, Hes buff
Naked and pulsing
going togeather Like two and two to four
I keep trying to break the spell
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Every time you think your being good
You think you've done well
Every time you think forgivness is at hand
You go and do something
That intentially unintentially
Demotes every effort to make things right
Keep airing your Dirty laundry
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Hours Slip, Days trip
faces blurred
into a mysterious
Boredom induced High
Acidic and curious
as to who she really is
And whats hiding in her eyes
And the mania
Her ultimate low
When she laughs
the silence in her soul
Emptiness well hidden
In glee and Love
But she needs someone
Why does she smile
with thick black
Lining the portal of her soul
Moving bodies that live
the same faceless lie
that she does
and she watches curious too
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Hi my old friends
Darkened by shadows holding the cup
Of tears of the man who called
Silently slowly, Misunderstanding
Methodes and rhythm
to reason and conspiracies
Finding some way to allow me to be
The queen of the Underground
Because power is fear
Fear is flight
and this thing you cannot undo forever
And for this scar you put an answer
Not to blame anyone
Because it hurts less for you
That way
Its not quite real
Just unlike
the way you saved yourself from the flame
and threw me into it
Not knowing that it might come back to you
Three, five, ten fold
So watching from a distance
and communicating through mixed messages because your alone
and this time
You went to far
For the sake of your own demise
The shadow man told me Im bad
the shadow man told Me I could be good
The shadow man writes words about me that I cannot fathom
Hello old friend does this make any sense to you?
Copyright © Kaleigh Barteski | Year Posted 2009
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