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Healing Place

Stop, Listen. the wind is calling. 
Beckoning us to a moment in time
Somewhere ahead of us we find our limits
Somewhere in time we find our reason
we find our rhyme. 
We fight each day a new
A battle for which our soul is torn in two
In the Hopes that one day it is made whole
And we find our selves healed and true
We focus so hard on the wars we wage
The battle in our mind
The fight of the day to day
We focus on these things
That we find are just a means to an end
And we forget to listen to the wind
We forget to feal the warmth
Of the sun baring down on our face
We forget to experience the seconds
And we forget to find our place
So stop for a moment. And listen
Listen to the wind as it beckons
Through your days of madness and pain
Let the song of the seconds. 
Guide you to your peace
And in your soul you will find
Your healing place.

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Protection

Breathe so deep,
Lasting whispers linger on the lips
Stinging the soul from which they slip
Tattered memories of sun-stained dreams
Holding tight to our own ideas
Forsaking bonds that took so long to build
To cling to concepts others weave in fear
The challenge to understand the motives
That drives such sad words
Words only meant to Divide.

And when the realization of truth
Inspires you to look past the words
Of mad men looking for worth.
Remember the sound of a desperate rant
Remember the look in a persons eyes
When they are desperately begging
to keep their value alive
Remember it well when they tell you the sky is falling
And offer protection from the rain. 

For when the time comes
and our world does burn
at the hands of fools with power
Remember it was us
Who stood by and let them devour
The hope we took for granted
The peace we resented

It was us who let them take our freedom
In the name of protection.

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Isolation

Isolated redemption
tempting fates addiction
to sampling a selection 
of seasoned dreams of perfection
Hushed whispers of deception
silencing the voices of inception
leaving barren the fields of conception
Slighted hope falling to misconceptions
of what it means to find, a forgotten vision of corruption
Standing on our hands in abstraction 
trying to pass as part of this grand contraption
Yet lost are we to our own convolutions
and alone we stand in our own situation
Alone we fall due to our own desperation
Afraid to take a hand of desperation
Reaching to pull us from destitution
we let go of our own constitution
And sleep deeply through our own destruction.