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Nervous Breakdown

Heres comes the nervous breakdown,
quick depression into slow anxiety.
Heres comes the nervous breakdown,
swallowing pity of yourself.
Heres comes the nervous breakdown,
cold heat shaking your bones.
Heres comes the nervous breakdown,
aching brain, twitching veins.
It's the nervous breakdown
with explosive results.
Why the nervous breakdown?
Because too much knowledge provokes me.
Bring the nervous breakdown,
sadistic, painful enticing.
Stop the nervous breakdown,
I cant find my purity.
Hopeless enemies
of ones self slipping
into my mind of cleanliness,
polluting my being, turning
it into an everlasting jungle of mazes
containing horrible truth of
my family, my friends, my country.
I want it back.

I want it back.
I want it back.
My original self,
my starting line,
my old life.
Why has the essence of family tainted
what is theirs to enhance?
My head hurts,
it bubbles with the 
honest to god reality
that is my creation.
Still the nervous breakdown,
here only minutes but already
it is acquainted with me.
Now I shall begin life anew
into an anxious depressed, shiny and new.
Old self being.
But if I'm finally used to my new attachment
then
why
does
my
head still hurt?

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Fatherless

Every time we end a fight
you plead for one last try.
You sit and talk of doing things right
while I just sit and cry.

But where were you when times were tough,
when I felt like giving in,
when all I needed out of life
was for you to think of your kin?

You'd demand that I'd tell you my past,
my life, the good and bad.
But, my friend, let me tell you, experience is great.
You could have been a dad.

But where were you when times were good,
first kisses, A plusses and such?
How did it look on your long to-do list
that your son needs you so much?

I want to forgive you and let this pass,
forget the entire deal,
but, the prints on my neck have far from vanished,
My fatherless life has been sealed.

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Any Memorable Experience

I can remember a past
seething with the ones I hurt,
with the ones whom my hurt came
and with my regret I can see
that hindsight is so much more than a number.

I can remember a past
flowing with the thanks of many
for the help I've blessed they're life
and the debt I feel toward others
for the care they've shown myself
and with my pride I can tell,
we are capable of such potential.

Though different these two may seem,
what we feel is what we live.
And if what we live is what we feel,
then may I live to feel grateful,
grateful in all life's experience,
whether life gives its negative tests
or grants its positive bliss.

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The Drawing Board

Breathe,
stop for a moment
the hectic day,
cleanse the mind
of worried fear,
release the stress
from latent time,
and write another
passion rhyme.

Reverse the step,
remember new,
learn again,
make it true,
redefine
common day,
don't be haste
right away,
all's not gray.

Another you,
another me,
only just
a place to be,
take a walk,
turn a page,
live a life,
never age,
some who walk across the stage
feel the strife
not the rage.

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Hemisphere

To the right
the path is lined with love and hope,
the sky beats with illusion's color.
And all the while,
hurt runs deep in this place,
heartache is a cancer left to fight,
and all that laughs and cries
is a product of our own design.

To the left
the road sits below gears and gas,
the rain beats against a cloudy window,
and all that are come from the six.
But here, life is what lie's before us,
all of our pain is in nature's will,
all of our joy is fought to make,
and our limits bind us to sticks and stones.

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Forgetting Forgiveness

A concept assumed unattainable,
pushed away in effort without notice.
How unfortunate our views of an answer.
How sad our lack of faith.

Forgiveness, viewed upon by man
to be seen instead as cowardice,
when all along its strength alone
waits as the key to victory.
How long must it lie in disuse,
to remember its former command?
The rescue of life from an ending,
now traded for quicker destruction.

Though left in unbound isolation,
alone we cannot say it slept.
Together it waits with solution.
The remembrance of the divine to forget.

Forgetting, seen by the many,
as ignorance put in its stead.
How sorry I feel for the people,
blind with revenge, bound to they're hate,
teaching others to waste they're care.

And though they share this total contempt,
its history has had a ceasing.
Once, the formula was given to grow.
And how could we have thrown this lesson away?
Can we again see its answer?

To forgive and forget.

A plan reserved not only for the few,
those above, those in power, those with wisdom,
but residing within us all.
Waiting patiently to be used again,
to heal this broken existence,
and once again bring peace and understanding
to a once peacefully understood world.

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Enmities

Time passes and still we try,
try to see what makes them real.
We walk alone and feel as if
the other laugh at hopeless dreams.

Pride is taken, as was chance
and jealousy turns to rage.
And now instead of learning truth,
we destroy what came before.

We feel if sun does give all life,
then why are we to blame?
When we are left with hollow shells,
our intent can then be swayed.

Vision twisting, goals tainted,
another shot down by doubt.
Dark truth has been as though,
a vent we live without.

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Everything Is Destined

Slowly, reluctantly released by unforgiving fingertips
out of its cold, square prison, to which it had grown so fond of,
gladly giving its deadly, masked white being
to whom ever resides anxiously above.

Finally after completing its journey to its ever obvious destination
it hangs in the faithful balance of its own fiery misuse.
It stands brittle, yet strong, prepared for its famous destiny,
which may very well possibly lead to the end of another.

Many cringe at its unholy, disgusting effect,
while others appreciate its calming remedy.
Some degrade themselves for merely a taste of the control,
while others are made into kings by its disguising abilities.

Suddenly the trumpets blow and the thunder triumphantly crashes
as the embers flare to create a mighty flame.
This flame draws nearer and nearer,
counting down the exact seconds left before chaos arrives
and another is burned down by mortal satisfactions.

They finally touch as one is burned by another,
but not without leaving its signals,
driving all other would be predators far from this murder.
And the cigarette is lit.

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The Near Death

Another sits between here and there
and rises to meet the unknown.
Against your back lay blackest veil,
while in front purest light was shown.

"Where could I be?", rang clear within.
You see, this place is new.
Could I exist within a dream,
concerned with what to do?

And as he pondered where he was
and how he was to leave,
a tiny voice pierced the light,
what was it to achieve?

"It's time to go.", said the voice
as calmly as could be,
and before a shred of wonder rose
my feet moved in front of me.

Step by step was forward taken
until my thought became.
I stood in place, frozen still,
then shock, I heard my name.

A cry of pain, a wail of plea
where the first sounds I could hear.
And as I turned around I saw
from the darkness came my fear.

It struck a chord and then I knew
where I was and why.
The light ahead was surely death,
within it I would die.

So then, behind must be my life,
the voices, those I know.
And if I delve into the black,
back to life I'll go.

Now free to choose his open path,
he stood firm, wondering,
life is given as a gift,
but what could dying bring?

None alive can answer full
what lies beyond the light,
but as for me, I'll wait and see.
For then, I turned my sight.

Accepting what the darkness gave,
I threw myself within.
With open, blurry eyes I knew
I was alive again.

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From Now Till Then

I've learned so much by your mere presence.

You stood alone in the beginning
with an unbreakable, yet so frail, smile upon your face.
I was searching for you, yet in the end you found me.
I'm convinced our friendship was forever meant to be.

You've taught me love, hate, and unsustainable friendship.

Tonight and forever we will fly together above all in our way.
We will close our eyes and reminisce upon lessons learned in our past.
You changed me, for the better I know, this proven by wisdom obtained.
You stayed with me, side by side, taking lessons which still remained.

My hope, for you and me, from now till then,
is that our circle will repeat itself, once again.
Our destinies, though seperate,
intwined by everlasting understanding.