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Alone, All Alone

One time one time only
That's life, sometimes 
lonely.
All alone in a room full of 
friends.
Crying within hoping 
someone hears.
Is there someone out 
there who shares my 
fears?
My heart is bleeding
But my eyes are dry not 
willing to shed a tear.
All alone, all alone, all alone
I choose to be all alone.
Atleast thats what i think.
Alone from the world.
Alone with those who 
know me best.
Alone with me, myself 
and I.
I is tired of pretending.
Me is crying but no one is 
helping.
And Myself is home sick.
But the question is where 
is home??

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A Walk To Remember

When i walk the plank I stare at the sharks But allow me to be frank When i look up all is dark My hands tied to my back And a duck tape wrapped on my mouth With my eyes full of doubt And my mind blanc like monte I smile in my heart As I hit the water  I plunge to my death. But with my faith I wake in HIS bosom

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Flare of Emotions

the four corners of the 
room
in which i stand feels like 
a tomb.
On a solitude plane
i weigh my existence.
Whilse just sitting and 
looking in a distance.
I see myself wrongly 
propergated.
In this life i call mine 
which I barely dictate
i am pulled side by side 
by chains of society.
I try to move free 
but i can feel no ground 
beneath me.
Like a fly caught in the 
web of loniless the more i 
struggle 
the more the spider of 
regrets draw closer. 
In its eyes it gives me the 
stare of dispair
my cries create echoes
which rather summons 
my foes.
Like vultures to finish off 
my remains.
My body aches from all of 
these quakes.
Quakes emanating from a 
heartbeat of a man in 
pain.
Hurt feels so sweet.
Just waiting for the next
thorn to pierce through 
my heart.
With teeth clenching 
i feel it only in my bones.
I try to defy the odds.
The die is cast but it is 
just even.

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Money Wealth and Blood

Money some say its as 
sweet as honey,but
little do they know that 
its stoney. In its
pitiless glare and hatred 
makes the people
blood even more red. 
Some live for the money
others live to be sorry. 
Because where there is
great wealth there is 
great worry. Money is
like camphor which 
sublimes. It may be there
in an instance and and in 
a twinkle gone. Its
fruitful and fleshy and all 
of a sudden change
into stone. Vanity lives on 
vanity and evil
emerges from wealth. 
And wealth is acquired
from money. And money 
they say is blood. So
when there is no wealth 
there is no money,
when there is no money 
there is no blood.
When there is no blood 
the heart of the
economy STOPS!!!

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Sophistication

We are in a dome of 
perpetual instability.
Relative to our density. 
With an unimaginable
brain capacity feeding on 
ideal types made by
mentally unstable 
thinkers which can never
be met cos de human 
quest for power,
wisdom advancement is 
never fulfilled......
What if de world was 
never found, never
existed? What if there is 
no God? What if we
are invaders of dis 
paradise of an earth and
we are destroying it 
every second with our
very existance with our 
very breath of life.
With our earth rambling 
development. What if
our intel on human life 
and mother nature is
wrong? What if we are 
deviants of the natural
way of life? What if we 
are de animals, not de
monkeys and lions but 
we humans. Monkeys
and lions kill for 
protection and to survive 
but
humans survive to kill. To 
kill far greater
things dan we can 
imagine. Killing thousands
of acres of virgin forests 
with thier whole
civilisations just to prove 
we can and leave a
monument of our 
stupidity. What we can't
control is bad, wat we 
can becomes our slaves.
We are on a path to self 
destruction. The
funny thing is everybody 
can see it coming
but there is nothing they 
can do about it..

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Origami

Like a paper with two 
sides
So is our lives in the 
hands of destiny
Plain and bare with no 
srumples.
Nice and clear with no 
scribbles
Our colours stand out,
waiting to be folded into 
the right shape.
With every day,every 
turn,every breath
every dicision our lives 
are folded
into one direction or the 
other
every way we go, every 
path we choose.
The paper is folded in a 
certain way.
Revealing a certain 
dimension of us.
Folding into the the next 
figure after the
other.
Every mistake leaves a 
crease, an unerasable
or unremoveable line
stuck on our paper which 
was so fine.
This crease may lead to 
an error
in the end not bringing 
out the perfect shape,
that figure no one knows 
you are creating.
That masterpiece of art. 
That its beauty or its
uglyness can only be 
observed when its all
done
that figure of hope
of motivation,
that the next generation 
of lives
will try to copy,
that origamy figure,
with its lines,some 
perfect some wrongly
placed
but all with a story to tell.
That figure you created 
with your whole life
to show.
All we are, are nothing 
but a designer with a
piece of paper in hand
trying to create 
something out of it.
The question now is 
what are u creating??

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The Balance

You smile i frown
you laugh i cry
you run i walk
you shut up i talk
you fall i stand
you loose i win.
you rich am poor
you invent i destroy
you push i pull
you lie l tell the truth
you are clean am dirty
you are known am a 
stranger.
That is the law. we all 
cant be the same,
so that we go different 
ways.
Making us unique in 
nature!
So when you fall i can 
catch you
so when you cry i can 
wipe your tears
so when you talk i can 
listen
so when you are weak i 
will be strong.
So when you die i will 
live....
That is the balance 
between you and me..

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After the Storm

There comes a rise before the fall.
And there is that that destroys all.
But in the debris there is a distress call.
A call for help that pleads to all.

The minutest aid is essential.
And a word of encouragement is more than enough.
For what is destroyed has to be rebuilt.
And mistakes have to be corrected.
For a cut down tree regrows
And a burnt piece of land reflourishes.
With it's debris serving as lessons.
Lessons that are essential for future growth.

But now with experience, development is faster.
And caution serves as its measure.
Triumph as it's pleasure.
And progress as it's desire,
Comes after destruction,
And after the storm..

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Down the River

Slow down the boat
down down the river we 
go.
Strong currents pushing 
us down.
Down down the river we 
go.
Barely dodging rocks and 
tree stumps 
down down the river we 
go.
With wobbly legs we try 
to stand
down down the river we 
go.
I see a waterfall coming 
up ahead
down down the river we 
go.
How i wish we had an 
anchor
down down the river we 
go.
With a cry for help and 
vigorous paddling
down down the river we 
go.
To a drowning death  
which we deny
down down the river we 
go.

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Memories

How many times do you 
think
thinking about things 
that cannot be put to
ink
precious memories that 
cant be forgotten
because it takes a life 
time to be gotten
Experiences and realities 
that happened in
the past
Actually you dont 
remember the last
Hidden in the virgin part 
of the mind
which makes it hard to 
find
but Sometimes they may 
be triggered when
you look at a friend
who may be there 
following a trend
or it just stays hidden in 
the dark
where no man lurks
in a vault which cant be 
opened or hacked
because memories much 
precious than
diamonds are kept in 
them
these memories can 
never be taken away
because they are kept to 
stay
Till you die and forgotten 
altogether.....