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BOOM!! Explosion,
fire, smoke, serene...
As I realize what has happened;
Just what i've done to me...
Focusing, I regain clear vision;
As i'm gazing straight towards me,
I see myself, Bloodied;
Crumpled in a seat...
I look upon all the chaos,
that now lyes before me;
Almost as if, as if in total disbelief,
of the horror that's been created...
created within me,
by me, for me,
too me...
Lifeless, no movement from my chest;
Lifeless, without momement;
No breath...
My eyes opened wide
potruding, it seem's;
As if frightened, or caught by surprise;
I lie there, looking directly back at me,
mesmerized.
As I watch myself, lying there,
My eyes, looking into my eyes;
I drift some, just a little;
I'm farther away now,
still aware of my feelings;
Emotions,
somehow still apart of me...
Overwhelmed with regret,
of what I now see;
Alone, no movement;
Me, Looking back at Me...
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A lifeless cloud, aloft invisible air;
Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
Renewed,
is a bludgeouned heart,
no longer fueld by loneliness and despair...
The demise of a mountainous boulder,
crashing downward with it's mighty weight;
Crushing ageless fossils,
broken from a lifetime of decay.
Renewed, is a love,
Worthy of replacing, all the years of self hate.
The hardened soil lying beneath,
has now become darkened clouds,
of a roaring, crushing debris;
A lifelike sustanance, as it's path now creates;
A Renewed desire to live,
as it buries a lifetime,
of turmoil and grief...
replacing so much agony ,
with a Renewed,
sense of relief...
A lifeless cloud,
now filled with the goodness of rain;
While the burden of weight from life's Boulders,
are replaced with fields of golden grain...
Rising from the ruins, of the hardened soil of a soul;
There lies a clearer path to travel,
covered in a beautiful crystal sand.
Renewed, is a life;
Now replacing the death,
I had once planned...
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Stretching outwards,
knees,
stretched tight;
The wind beneath you,
as you journey through this flight...
Soaring downward,
releasing the free;
Moment suspended,
only,
for you to see...
Shaking off the water,
in the cold winter night;
Floating, unnoticed;
As you focus upon the light...
The treasure of not knowing,
the anticipation, of no belief;
Slowly, through the darkness,
you creep...
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I can still hear the sounds of her tiny little feet,
going Pitter,Pitter, Pat;
As my skips a beat...
The smile upon her face,
with that puppy she embraced;
A struggling little angel,
as she walks along in place...
Pitter, Pitter, Pat;
Come her tiny little feet,
as she runs into the bedroom,
just to check on me...
with her little hand in mine, and a big smile on her face;
"This won't very hurt" she say's,
While she's tapping on my knee...
The Beauty in her heart, an innocence so redeemed;
Replaces all the darkness and ugly I have seen...
Pitter, Pitter, pat:
A distant sound you see;
Although she's gotten older,
Just the way she look's at me;
As if I, were worth her Beauty, smiles, and all her precious dreams...
Pitter, Pitter, pat:
My heart still skips a beat;
I've found an innocence so long ago lost;
In this little child smiling up at me...
Pitter, Pitter, Pat, as she jumps into my lap;
She'll soon be grown and on her own,
Just a memory this will be;
As I happily reminisce of the sound so sweet to me,
the Pitter, Pitter, Pat;
Of her tiny little feet...
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I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...
With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.
Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting,
or was there something on my mind;
Maybe, I was just Reflecting,
on some Moments from past times...
A Momentary Reflection,
I thought as I laughed;
Reflections of mistakes, so many in my past;
Or maybe the future, and thoughts of my death.
There's no point in thinking that anything can change;
I passed myself there and found myself here;
Crossroads unmarked, destination unphased,
Trembling,
like a lost dog, covered in mange...
A strength unfound, a desire to disappear;
A Momentary Reflection,
of how I found my way here.
As I watch myself in quiet,
with no desire to stop;
In slow motion I fall,
from a single gunshot...
A Momentary Reflection,
of where I stood at the start;
Maybe if I had slowed, or come to a stop,
this Moment I have witnessed,
the confusion and doubt;
Just maybe, somehow;
I could have found a way out...
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So many days,
I was shown the same picture;
Law abiding, Handsome,
Eventualy;
My reaper...
So many night's,
Wondering, in the dark
about what difference am I?
Brought into this world,
no perserverience in your love,
passionate moment;
In the blink of an eye...
One potatoe, two potatoe, three potatoe,
Four:
Left behind, Abandoned, Unwanted;
As you made your way to the door...
Your only Son,
Given your name, Shared nothing,
left; with only shame..
Is to Blame;
Denied the right, yet shared your name;
Denied the chance,
To ever be the same...
Your only son,
you gave me your name;
As if, someday:
You might return,
to simply reclaim...
Your only son;
Is it me you blame?
I gave in, to no right's;
I gave up,
most of your name;
Me,
your only son;
Your Shame...
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I search through this darkness,
for just a flicker of light;
Something to help guide me,
through this unknown, without fright...
For just one millionth of a second,
of her arms around me;
A sacrifice well worth all this pain that I leave...
A comfort so familiar, as I revel in this peace;
A feeling of pure happy,
As she is here with me...
She may be disappointed,
in the action's that I have taken;
However unforseen;
Yet she show's only a smile,
as she reaches towards me...
Although darkness surrounds me,
Above and Below;
I can feel her arm's embrace me,
with a strong grandmother hello..
I can feel her beating heart,
as it presses into mine;
This is where I belong,
I've known it all the time.
I feel that if my face is smiling,
as if it were to never leave;
As the love coming from her eyes,
leaves me content and at peace;
As so gently, without fear;
I Fade into sleep...
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Away from the sun,
Ice cold has settled in;
No warmth, no ray's;
Gone,
is the brightness;
That once filled the moments,
of all your days...
A cold wind, blows strong;
Allowing no entrance,
Dusk till Dawn...
A soft sleep,
Though rare;
Releases your mind,
from the frigid chilled air,
allowing you too dream;
Though skepticle, you dare...
Quickly you embrace,
As you dream of the warmth,
That once filled you with happiness;
As you dream of the smile,
that glowed from her face...
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Way back when, many years ago;
In the midst of the Sixties, spread your legs, let's go!
An injustice was created,
with a Hollow soul to lose...
A decade and a half later,
no belief of a Creator;
The tortured child he had become,
again was alone...
The Creature inside me, this evil within,
will you experience my Demons,
or find yourself my friend.
The Creature had matured, mid-explosion, so believed;
Yet, twenty years still to come,
of reaping that seed...
What to do, Where to hide;
Who to kill;
At whom to smile...
The Creature or boy yearns to destroy,
the lives that surround me
and all of their joy...
This Creature is unmerciful, with the thought's that he sows;
Will this Creature ever die,
or live on breathlessly,
Just as the end of a sigh...
The Creature lurks deep, can this world survive;
This painful hatred, that makes most mortals cry...
It lives as it Breathes,
will it ever retreat;
The child within,
still has no belief...
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As the casket begins to lower,
Slowly, into the earth;
Prepared for decay...
Buried, in great depth,
a young childs only chance to dream;
The one salvation, he'd believe;
The only love, with no conditions;
that his little blue eyes,
had ever seen...
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