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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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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 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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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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Please accept my apology,
my life,
has been more like,
mythology...
Accept that, I do not understand;
Accept, that I can no longer,
play this hand...
Punish me,
though,
do not condemn me..
Allow me the light,
Another chance;
Different sight...
This myth that is I;
This vision,
I cannot hide..
Accept me as I come,
Recycle me,;
Take away,
The Numb...
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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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