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Ecstasy

Sit, waiting, watch the time,
Knowing that soon time will be nothing more than a figment of your imagination,
and you will be free to do everything,
anything you could dream of
because we have forever..or at least untill the lights come on
and you dance the last of the night away.
The sweet kiss of freedom,
of anything you want it to be.
All self mis-givings disapear,
dillusions become real; and permitted,
if you choose this state of being.
You could attempt to communicate forever,
in your own state of self-unawareness,
but perfectly literate in your own mind,
and if you're lucky, those around you.
Anyone becomes your closest confident, your longest of friends,
as you realise you've just indulged into your life with a complete stranger,
whome you will never meet again, but should morning allow it,
remember for life.
Submerge yourself in the music, the beat.
Ride the lights, as you stand amidst the crowds and reflect upon your world.
You could be alone or surrounded, it doesn't matter.
You are your own.
And at that point, everything, exhistence,
and the meaning of it all, or whatever you percieve it to be at that moment,
become obvious, and reasonable....
to you anyway.

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Tsunami

In a matter of seconds it came in a wave,
taking thousands with it to an early grave.
More people dead than still walking around,
soul-less beings with eyes to the ground.
You've told us all of a government so strong,
so prove to us now where your heart belongs,
In a beautiful nation seeds sown of your own,
the land of the free where no man walks alone.
But if you are able turn your head and your heart,
to a once beautiful nation now torn apart.
So put down your guns and your looking glass smiles,
let all ammunition fall silent a while,
for whatever your colour nationality or creed,
whatever religion in which you believe,
turn together and for once realise,
we are a united world who see through same eyes.
So now how will you stand and raise your glass, 
in a commemorative toast to times of the past?
when laid out before you for all to see,
is the choice you must make for the future to be.
No price tag we own could ever compare
to the height of the wealth we must now learn to share.
One million dollars per day per war,
now surely Mr Bush you could afford more,
than eighteen days worth of horror and pain,
to a nation that otherwise may not stand again.
Show us the man we've heard much about,
show us the nation first to help out.
For after all in your own "fair" words 
not just president, but that of the world.

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Insomniac

I cannot sleep, dare not,
for the burdens of another day torment my dreams.
As i drift upon another wave of clouded mindness,
ebbing, slowly upon my bed frame; such solid comfort,
comes a torent of wild believings.
Such fantasies locked only within the subconscious mind,
a sleeping mind, yet no sleep comes.
Such play writes of the soul do not unfold beyond the mind's eye tonight.
Such a mind may be sparked, wired,
Alive with life itself, outside life.
Outside such comfort of my pillowed haven,
where a gentle breeze becomes a scurry of all 
things moveable between these walls.
Where shadows reveal themseleves to an untrained eye;
a tired eye.
So tread not upon the floorboards which stir such rare slumber,
nor evoke my conscience with such equivocal wonderings,
but return once more unto the realms of make-believe,
from whence you came.

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You Made Me?

you made me, 
but i wonder if you broke me too,
turned me into you.
Gave me your courage, gave me grace, a taste,
of my future and yours.
That ever elusive shrug, the brave face, "fight your fears"
has only reduced me to tears, along with those unfortunate to fall for it.
What if making me stronger only served to make me weak, always first to speak,
to defend, to pretend i'm still a good listener.
What if ambivilance lost me in the game somewhere, too stubborn to care,
and now i've "come so far", too far to get it back.
What if i lost me when i lost you?
Look what we become when looking out for number one,
we lose count on our fingers but we're all having fun, right?
I'm too tired to put up a fight, I need to lay down, need a chance to breath,
to relieve my tangled mind.
My strings have come lose and I've lost my path, whilst running along in your shadows,
trying to grasp, trying to know what it is you were trying to show me.
When I go down along with all your words of wisdom
I wont be laughing in the face of adversity, or my lover's, 
it's the others who'll pick me up and carry me, try to teach me,
where will you be?
when you set us free did you do it for me?
or was I just your project, a reject, 
one you could forget when you make a new start?
Did you know you'd break my heart?
Was it part of the learning, part of the game, to start me on my way?
one day, you'll say,
you made me.