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Our Reality

Life is simply a gamble of wit 
and dismay.
We never truly win the war yet 
we create so many battles until 
all we have is ourselves.

As we grow the world ages 
around us.

And the color we use to know 
no longer glimmers as brightly.
As if our "training" wheels have 
been removed.
Forever naked in humanity.

We cover ourselves blindly with 
friends and loved ones..
For we are all alone and so very 
scared..
As we grow beauty moves 
away from our youthful 
homes...

And the world is so very wide 
and empty within a blink of an 
eye.
Nothing stops moving.
Emotions are like fire and no 
longer are considered 
"adorable" or a "phase"..
They are either considered a 
mistake or a mental flaw.

It's easier now to see the 
darkness.

Fewer people will come to your 
cries..
Fewer people will run towards 
your aid..
And the sun will sleep within 
the white snow.

Anime provides insight to this 
blinding emotion.
And in a way keeps us mentally 
sane.

-Robert Burton

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Photo Memory

(Photo memory )
 Raining forward with the honey hue of summer.
I beg for the expression which reflects a smile.
I am but a boy growing.

So my breaks are short...

Logic provides nothing without action expect for positive 
dreams.
Which grew lazy.
I am no hero nor saint.

Just my dull emotionless self...

Trying to break away from my immature flaws.
Not everything stays like the family movies.
But not everyday is a day of rain.

Anyone can scream.
But few can sing without a song.

- Robert

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My Dear Alien Friend

For my dear alien friend: 

Old memories are often like wonderful songs we wish to play over and over but sometimes we lose the cd. 
But all the same I play them like wild where no one else can hear them. 
But maybe your able to pick up on the static? 

For a while I felt alone in this dull city ... 

Like the early mornings where the sun sits lonely in the sky. 
I often watched the world around me with no one daring to look up. 
Then you walked by with a simple hello. 

I am thankful for this.... 

Together we often listen to music and keep memories forever young. 
Even though we are light years away our headphones keep us closely connected. 
Who would of thought it..? 

An alien and day dreaming drifter becoming the best of friends.. 

Its quite a miracle we even bumped into each other. 
But I am thankful someone wishes to call me out by name. 
One day maybe I'll visit your far away land and together we'll sit under the same star-lit sky together. 

I would like that.... 
I would like that a lot. 

-Robert Burton

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Immature Reality

What is reality?

There are no answers to this 
question nor will there ever be 
yet we still asked it.
And if someone were to answer 
it then such a person couldn't 
be human.
Because that would be like 
trying to explain water to a 
fish.

Reality is a burr, a flashing light 
of remarkable hope, sorrow, 
Joy, music, or poetry written 
underneath a coffee shop table.
Reality is humanity.
But humanity isn't reality.

Reality is the meaning of 
helplessness and the inspiration 
that gets you up in the 
morning.
Reality is forever a hypocrite 
but always humble enough to 
admit it's fault without denying 
a lie.
Reality isn't perfect yet such a 
miracle only happens once.

Reality is complex.
Yet stupid.

And we should give up and 
accept it.
But never roll over and let it 
pass us.

- Robert burton

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Early Dew of Fall

[Early dew of fall:]
 
Musical notes fill the air as the sun comes to life.
And the colors of the fallen leaves dance in the youthful light.
Memories grow fond of such days like this.
 
When months create a story instead of a simple line to read...
 
Outside harmony falls from the heavens creating artwork for us to read.
As beauty itself defines what it means to be able to dream freely.
Would you care to go outside and catch these dreams with me?
 
Hidden under the tree as the leaves fall like rain,
Each one adding another lyric to this tone deaf city of ours,
Where our hope is often limited or quickly devour.
 
So take my hand and allow yourself to bloom in this early dew.
For it is the month of fall.
And i dedicate these happy moments to you.
 
-Robert F Burton

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Goodbye Lady Friend

For years I provided you with everything I could offer.
While you gave me nothing but doubt and frustration.
Added along with rotten slurs and scars inflicted by others 
around you.

But sometimes you did join in...

You once told me that you couldn't be my hero because 
heroic beings simply didn't exist.
Yet everyday I took the knife for you without any 
appreciation in sight.
Don't get me wrong i don't blame you.

I just expected you would grow into something more over 
time...

Maybe that was foolish and immature hope on my part.
Or maybe me falling under the "nice guy" disease again.
I don't know to be honest but I do know I wish not to stress 
any longer on this...

I want a hero,
I want an unrealistic lover,
I want a day dreamer that can catch their stars,

I need someone who doesn't stop their light just because 
they hear the word "impossible".
This is my desire and my honest craving.
I wish you happiness wherever you go.

It's time for me to experience a smile like I use to before I 
met you.
Goodbye and good luck.
I learned a lot from this downfall.

Now when I meet a real angel I'll be better prepared to 
cherish and love her like she requires.

Robert Burton-

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Lonely Headphones

Sleep provides me with peace as i carry myself away musically.
Inisde a bubble where a city never sleeps.
As if a coma were to live in every wrinkle of an earthquake.

I have no friends nor love ones today....

For if i did i would never feel this way.
But why should i complain or pretend someone will hear me.
Even if i were clean many of the viewers would still consider me filthy.

It only rains on me....

Or at least it feels that way.
Since my head phones are the only ones which keep me company.
They never lie to me.

Or pretend i exist when i don't...

I'm more than words or a simple napkin with a note.
But i have no fingers to point or any request today.
I realize i am alone in this place.

Musically inclined.
Without lines to define myself.

-Robert F Burton

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Underneath the Rain

Sometimes it rains in my small city.
When such days occur i am often left alone with the crashing waves.
Sometimes i reach into this endless ocean.

For a moment there are no cars or loud noises...

Everything seems so beautiful under the gloomy clouds.
Such days are often my best days.
People often say i am strange for doing this.

But i don't live for people or their judgement..

Even though such a way of life is nearly impossible.
I try anyway.
But i am not perfect and often fail myself.

So when it rains..
Like today i simply stand there.
Collecting my thoughts along with my fraglie pride.

And I smile.
I actually smile underneath the crashing waves.
Because no one can judge me here.

No one.

Robert Burton

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Angelic Failure

I use to believe in you back in my foolish days .
I use to think if i cried out you would surely be there to lift 
me up.
Yet when the day came you didn't even pull out the arrows.

In fact you didn't even try.
All you did was enjoy my suffering...

You simply fed on my tears.
And created my broken spirit.
Even when i requested your humanity.

You forgot i was human...

I cried as my flesh broke..
But you joined in and tainted your hands with my sorrow.
Both of your feathers soaked in my depression.

You didn't even blink within the cigarette smoke...
Or lost your halo once.

I'm not your masochist.
Yet you wish to become my sadist.
Obtaining pleasure from my humiliation.

Sometimes i miss my ignorance.


Robert Burton-

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Bookstore Love

If I told you I loved you would it come from a novel?
Creating fantasy on a page of unrealistic thoughts and romance.

Sometimes mere words add no reflection to what sleeps inside...

And to articulate such a memory of love in the middle of uncivilized war I would every day fight tooth and nail for your smile.
But hopeful words do not make you inspiration instead they show your immaturity.

Love isn't created in a bookstore....

Yet every page is more soothing then the most loveliest of lullabies.
Almost like a melody connected to the heart strings of mankind back before he knew of sin.  

So pure..

Wish you could read this with me then maybe you wouldn't think my affection for you was silly...
But then again I found you between the lines of society.

And not once have you turned to my page.

Robert Burton-