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The Psalm of My Existence

Born of my own pain,ripped apart by the canines of my own form of existence. Steaped in 
the darkness for my eyes have been shut to the light long before the lotus of my life 
blossomed. The attempted ressurection of the damned soul that was crucified for sins 
committed in subcontious existence,the world has yet suffered dearly at the wrath of my 
pain and in it i ascended to be among you,a place I didnt exist and thus you have bathed in 
a pool of my lies and basked in the light of my inequities. Doves never did fly with crows and 
the dark always creeps away from the light. From now on where I go you cannot come and 
thus we cease to exist as before in the city of peace.

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Blue and Black Roses.

kiss midnight goodbye and watch its dark petals float away on the night breeze,.kiss 
midnight goodbye and bask in the rays of the morning sun.,render the past gone and wash 
in the dew of your dawn. Kiss midnight goodbye and with it the queen of the stars and her 
banquet ...,I kiss midnight goodbye and embrace my new beginning because in your eyes i 
see the map of my world.. I watch everything come to ease in a stare,the other side of 
darkness,painless and no less beautiful. A wordless understanding but an understanding 
none the less.,comforting;But not of my lamentations but of my subconsious need..a 
seemingly ever present presence..the pen of my thoughts.

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Songs of Silent Ghosts.

stop and stare,watch the ripples of our effects spread out and contaminate all that is round 
us,stand back and let yourself be consumed,lost in the confusion,watch the reality unveil 
itself from behind the cover that is the illusion. Welcome your mind to the days of shallow 
dreams and prolonged euphoria,endless repeation,continuos routine..and baised 
emotions,welcome to days of ashtray pillows,smoke cloud covers and bottle bottoms..to 
unraivaled insanity and misunderstood sanity.. Sit back and wallow in the vomit and piss that 
is now the present,the soon forget past and irrelevant memory coz this here is the tale of the 
misundertood.

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Tears of Eden

The beginning of love is the end of pain,The death of doubt is the birth of certainity and of 
knowing,consolidation and structure. The acceptance of who you are and what is.,The 
depature of darkness and the rising of a new sun.,peaceful and radiant,..and 
comfortable,and even if it is just for a while atleast it came,atleast its rays bathed my skin 
and its kisses touched my lips...,And even if it was just for a while.,atleast it came.

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Listening To the Floor.

Laying on this floor,my cheeks pressed hard against the cold cement,..vivid memories of my 
fall. But what would i prefer,this cold floor or the dizzyng heights from which i stumbled? My 
nerves ache and in my ears rings my heart beat,louder at each thought.. But akwardly i do 
find solace on this cold hard cement,its physicality and harshness comfort me,atleast its 
tangible or maybe atleast i can feel its lasting presence. Actualy i could lay here for a 
while.,in this state of limbo..drifting between thoughts,basking in my brokeness,comforting 
my paranoia. Maybe here my the kami of my rebirth will find me.

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Talking Walls

nostalgic and always present,always watching,in silence staring and un judging,giving neither 
aid nor caution.,resiliate and unforgiving,unwavered by time and age,these titans,the walls of 
the mind,secure and comforting with their cold blank stare..seemingly ever present,limiting 
growth to only within their boundary,deeming the outside alien and unexplored,unreaching 
and yet they are the sole defenders of what lies within,keeping secrets of all ages,..solace is 
within them..and the unexpected lies beyond,stunted is the mind that thinks only within and 
gifted is that that searches beyond,safe is the mind within,open is that that wonders 
beyond...the scribes of gathered memories,the ones that always remember that that was 
forgotten..they are the graceful hand that raises and the merciless that cuts down. The 
judges of the sane and the tormentors of the insane,the dictators of what is outwardly 
perceived and the wisperers of delicate secrets,hands of the creative and the tears of the 
paranoid,your best and worst friend is these walls.

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The Colour Green

fairness in all its glamour isnt fair so is beauty in its pampered image,day breaks only for 
night to cry and for the moon to disappear taking with it the howls of the wolf.Beginnings 
mark the start of the end and with honesty comes the end of lies,My day starts with you and 
ends with myself,the irony of existance,the natural distance and abnormal closeness.
plagued are the words from my mouth,the gift of loki,my punishment is their 
consequences,the misunderstanding of what I perceive as plain and natural.The dizzyng light 
that welcomes me from my darkened slumber,my end of days and beginning of 
nights,matured dreams churned to cinders by my reality,it turned stale by the progress of 
my dreams.haunted by my nocturnal thoughts my vision blurred due to skitsophrenic 
sight,...thus all i see when i close my eyes with my face in the palm of my 
hand is the void of this solitude that you will one day leave me in and the colour green.

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Letters In An Open Evelope.

From scratched old scars come new wounds,turned septic by exposure to enviroments 
foreign and decaying. Holding onto old bonds the path you dared to walk has now been lost 
and you now dine with the same kind that at one point disgusted you,failure to rid yourself of 
this tumour has now made you a part of its rotting habits and it now speaks and expects 
equally from your mind. You cannot expel the thoughts of your past pleasurable sins cause it 
was by your hand that they were committed and now your sitted deep in the pits of shame 
that your eyes waver from the light...and on this they will all look and say "there goes the 
hypocrite,foul from his own shame."

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Canines(Prayer of a Troubled Teenager)

Dear God,
I was born to a world of unfairness to the fair.
And am not calling myself fair but at least my good
outweighs the bad that I have done.I woke up and besides
me was a blank space,a space that i have been trying to fill since time immemorial,
the ghost that was left behind had so many faces some of which I didn't even recognize.
Am i being punished for the sins of my forefathers or those that I am yet to commit?Purple 
clouds lay before and behind me so much so that both my past and future are clouded,trying 
to make sense of my immediate actions yet it looks like am running from the very same 
things i find ahead,
I stay among faces that i can barely recognize and see smiles that don't understand,are 
these
the effects of my solitude starting to kick in or the reward for proclaiming myself a god on  
this wretched earth?In all i pray that you keep my head straight and please do not break the 
york of madness on me but 
keep the star goddess out of my mind and within my sight.
amen.

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Letter To the Forgotten

For those that got left behind,we chase distant shadows of those long gone,we sit and in wait 
for dreams that will probably never return. Holding vigils and keeping sacred rituals for 
stoned hearts,dessulute and barren, for those that got left behind,confined by fear,governed 
by loneliness and marshalled by paranoia,for they have left us to wallow and bask up turned 
in the fountains of darkness,hopeless and forgotten. But for those that got left behind,there 
hearts shall grow found of the pain,and the darkness shall soon become like the light,hope 
shall come and the greastest of all;Love shall overcome. And they will hear of our song and 
echo our laughter for we shall emerge new and enlightened.. For we are they that got left 
behind.