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Walk alone

I walk through this life, 
surrounded by people 
but some how feel alone.
I wear this awkward fitting mask. 
Given to me at birth.
Bonded to my flesh with the power of hope. 
Hiding the ugly truth beneath, 
from the judgement of others. 
Blending in, pretending to be joyous with life 
like all the other sad souls. 
All of us aimlessly, wondering around lost, 
In our borrowed skin suits.
when alone. 
I stare into the cold depths of my glass reflection. Searching for some meaning to it all. 
Using fear, I slowly remove the mask. 
Revealing.
The true image of self.
The abyss of death has become my reality. 
It reaches in and takes hold of me. 
Its darkness, Pulling at my soul. 
Telling me to let go of the light. 
I fight for hope. 
But the strength I have, is failing me. 
I finally give in to its will. 
Now Punished, for Committing the ultimate sin. 
I shall roam the universe for eternity. 
Alone, 
searching for my chance at redemption.

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The Devils Man

THE DEVILS MAN

I can sense the disdain you have for the purest of man

Wishing upon him the same fate as a mayfly on its only
day

Your life is consumed by feeding on the fear of
humankind

Your outer vessel once moulded by the purest of hands

Now resembles a creature awakened in our darkest
dreams

A life force that grows stronger with each failure of
mortal man

Who once had a purpose and were destined to seed

Have now no legacy to pay forward there existence

Lay deep in the cradle of nature

Alone trapped in silence

Waiting for their souls freedom

Our creators return will bring.

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Scream

I can feel the darkness creep in. 
The chatter in my mind is getting louder and stronger. 
I steady myself as I know it’s coming for me.
That inner voice has awoken again,
like a starving beast, wailing for its fill. 
It takes hold of my reality.
The rage flows into me like the poisonous venom from a serpent bite. 
The pain takes hold. 
like a bullet as it leaves it’s chamber.
my inner self twisting and warping 
in the vortex of chaos.
I stare out into the world 
The twinkle in my eye I once had, vanishes. 
Replaced with numbness and a single tear sliding down my lifeless face.
I want to cry and let it all out.
Release the pain and hurt but I can’t. 
It won’t allow me that merciful wish.
I am trapped. 
In my mind I am screaming for something to take away this painful dread I feel. 
It consumes me and becomes the only thing that lets me know I am still alive.
How much longer can I keep fighting this invisible invader. 
It’s taking away everything I am. 
My dreams, my love, my purpose.
But when the darkness fades away, and it will.
I still have hope, that one day 
I will be released from its grasp 
and allow my soul that peaceful silence It longs for.

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Masterpiece

I see the disappointment smeared across your face 
as you strike a piece of black coal 
across the surface of that lonely canvas . 
The love you once felt. 
Fracturing into tiny sharp shards. 
Its past, raining down onto the earth below. 
A small piece penetrates, deep into your irritated hand. 
Sharply without a flinch.
you raise up, 
your now Claret dripping finger.
To your icy lips. 
A gentle pinch from your teeth,
removing the splintered shard. 
The essence of your life.
Now smearing down this tainted masterpiece. 
My expression, a look of concern. 
Slowly without emotion. 
Raising your eyes 
only, for but a second. 
To take in another pixel 
Of this torturous soul in front of you. 
Suddenly a racing thought, 
flash’s through your mind. 
you realise, 
It’s your own inner image you are painting. 
A slowly dying skeleton of a man 
Still trying to escape his tortured fate.

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Past to future

My tortured mind.
Is stuck in the past.
My body feels.
Numb in the present.
My finger tips.
Reach out into the future.
Searching for that.
Forgotten misplaced love.
To fill my hungry void.
Trusting once again.
my innocence.
To past.
Guardians of moral wisdom.
I will engage.
In the verse of mortals.
Wishing one last try.
To soothe my fragile soul.
Maybe a scrap of validation.
Or a sense of regret.
A whisper of sorrow.
For wrongs past due.
Nothing from their cold lips.
Not a mist of breath wasted.
Just the look of disdain.
From those soulless.
Dead pools.
So now.
My new life beckons.
I step forward.
Away from my past pains.
Onto the purpose.
Of my new existence.
As each new day passes.
I shall slowly heal.
piecing myself together.
Until I am whole.
I feel love.
I feel joy.
I am human.

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Natures Beauty

I lay my body gently
Onto the cradle
Of coated life
Beneath the shadow
Of nature’s giant beauty
Starring upwards
Into the mist
Of living emerald shapes
Dancing in the cool breeze
Peaking through
Her graceful arms
Out towards
The contrasting blue sky
On this lazy summers day
White clouds flirting
With my imagination
I close my eyes
Reflecting on life’s journey
Dreaming
Of what futures fate
Beholds me
Images rolling through
Like an old movie reel
Body now heavy
Sinking deeper
Into her heavenly brace
Absorbing the eternal energy
From our dear mother
Recharging my fragile mind
Finally
I feel
My souls peace.

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Together we can

I hear your cries and see your tears

Of bodies filled with pain

We will stand proudly by your side

Our future journey to the light

No longer will we bow

To those evil thoughts to words of hate

On our flesh and blood

Who’s trying to steer our fate

Down towards the darkness, were there’s no escape

NO, together we strive up

Towards the healing of the light

The power of many souls have spoken

It’s time to change the world

So all can share her nurturing touch.