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The Escape Artist

The Escape Artist

December 2, 2010 at 2:48am by Jeromy Zimmer(A.K.A inVad3R, A.K.A Jeremy)

Creating his world through the eyes of a non existent creature.
 
Wondering to himself, is this my only feature?
 
A solemn night alone, not lonely nor solid.
 
A re-awakening of a jester, the symptoms will soon fester.
 
With only his wits about him.
 
A justified paradox of reactability,
 
the numbers he manifested create only distorted tranquility.
 
Finally realizing the importance of what he did not make happen.

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Renegade Reality

Stuck in a feeling, bring up this rearing.
Follow suit, or get the boot.
Caught between places, there are too many faces.
Don't know how to ask, my needs are in a flask.

Break the glass, and its all just wasted.
Keep it shelved, and forever not tasted. 
Sickening my self to sleep, if that ever comes, 
I will try to keep.

Gorging in this cunning proposal of weary sky, 
I look to the birds, and wish to fly.
Still counting sheep alone, the dark one in the herd won't ever see his home.
"Enough of this madness!" I tell myself, rambling my thoughts, scrambling to fight a battle not fought. 

I look to the shelf, the books not placed, it could all fall down and be a disgrace.
Going back and forth pacing my eyes, I am a man of my word, yet always in disguise. 
I seldom ask for help, sleep is for the weak, I care too much and that is what I speak.

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Everlasting Madness

Everlasting Madness
by Jeromy Zimmer
This stagnant engagement of illustrious perspective. Boldly frowned and disheartened by a willowing yet futile erosion of commonality.
 Numerous acts of traction with a belligerent sense of achievement.
 Justified conditions shielding unknown gaps of logic with fragmented pieces of a human soul.
 Breathtaking views of a silhouette in time. 
Harmonic bells that ring with every passing rest, a clad of bells that cling to the chest.
 Shutting eyelids with reformed sense of strength, a weakness to believe in this constantly refreshing experience containing lack of truth. 
Holding back your willingness to participate, an external membrane contains this elemental superiority.
 Your chosen path, is fracturing the walls of excellence, and its entropic disposition leaves you breathless.
 Unable to follow again, you set yourself free. Free for the first time, with the help of the everlasting madness within.
 The walls of doubt are left to decompose with the soil beneath it, as rich nutrients fill them with the irony of the foundation that it once shrewdly recognized itself as. 
My niche has been molded into the fabrics of my shirt and the fabrics of my time, and the threads of this beloved, but tragic synchronicity around us all becomes my temple.

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Sustainable Misconception On a Helix of Uncertainty

Is there anything on earth left unknown that does exist?
 
All people put together, in a conscious-fit.
 
Some serious questions must be placed.
 
Without our knowledge would we feel this pace?
 
Humans are a race, but I’m not racing.
 
I just sit and ponder, pacing and pacing.
 
 
Lets shift our perspective and stop this rhyming.
 
Mix it up and forget that were dying.
 
Something out there is keeping me behind.
 
Perhaps I am telling the world to speed up time.
 
Or maybe it's my fault and I’m just losing my mind.

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Untying the Knot In My Stomach Will Take Much More Than Guts

I’m looking for the world,
 
But the world isn't looking for me.
 
I thought I had the answers, sitting by a tree.
 
Like Newton did when the apple came suddenly.
 
Everything to me is just a big meloncholy.
 
I wish I could make myself feel something else.
 
But instead I just feel like ice that will melt.
 
Nothing in my life makes any sense what so ever.
 
I go about life as if I were actually clever.
 
Nobody cares to listen, whatever.
 
My words are pointless, and you never cared for better.
 
I have created a trap in my conscious, stitched like leather.
 
It's permanent and I feel like I can't change my stormy weather.
 
 
I have learned to deal with the reality that was given.
 
But I refuse to let go of my story, how unfitting.
 
I am not surprised that I am failing so miserably.
 
I almost had it all, yes, almost in synchrony. 
 
One piece at a time, like parts of a Christmas tree.
 
Decorating my life, ever so slowly.
 
As I see myself in the mirror, so lonely.
 
I put on a smile and say "forget you, Jeromy."
 
I was given every opportunity to advance.
 
But God didn't save me so the Devil took his chance.
 
And won.

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Self Synosis

Self Synopsis
October 3, 2011 at 9:27pm
Life has a way of falling apart.

I say this because I was shattered from the start.

My feelings are persistently broken.

When my mind makes thoughts that are silently spoken.
 
I live my life based on resentment.

The negative always erasing the prevalent.

Morphing a life stuck in a window of embellishment.
 
I quoted the leaders who shaped a planet.

Without knowing in my mind that I too had found it.

A quiver of knowledge, passed down generations.

Inside my soul I held revelations.
 
Forgetting my self and recalling my future.

I held my own hands like they were stuck in a suture.
 
A modest man working on expression.

I am what I am therefore I'm invention.

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Another Glass

Another glass
November 18, 2012 at 12:57am

Sitting alone, thinking within.
 
There is nothing left to say, so let me begin.
 
Truthfully started before my soul departed.
 
Upon the unknown, just where I restarted.
 
I become the leaves that fall from the trees.
 
Crisp without water, hindering in the breeze.
 
The meaning of life is answered in the wind.
 
It moves on and pushes through each of our sins.
 
Everything is healed as seasons pass.
 
May I ask you if you'd like another glass?
 
Vexed by the possibility of life outside Earth.
 
We begin to search right here under the dirt.
 
Granted we find only the very things that brought us here.
 
We realize seasons change, and that was without fear.
 
So without fear can there be pure love?
 
We can find the answer by gazing at a dove.
 
Bedazzled by the sight of a beautiful bird.
 
We sing songs we remember, and some we only heard.
 
Together we fall, alone we rise.
 
Everything is answered just as seasons die.
 
Forging a new pattern in a regular bliss.
 
I only want to ask you for one single kiss.
 
But maybe that wish will not be granted.
 
For my soul has not quite been perfectly chanted.
 
Gazing at the stars, searching for obscurities.
 
But sadly all we find are mangled insecurities.
 
Stare at eachother until our souls become bled.
 
With our liquids mixed we may not starve but be fed.
 
A cynical outlook on such a fictional tale.
 
I'd quietly fetch myself another ale.
 
Trying to bring such a fantasy to a close.
 
When I know very well that we are all juxtapose.

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The Only Thing

The Only Thing
October 1, 2011 at 6:33pm

The only thing that brings me closer to myself.
 
Is knowing that I had a better half somewhere else.
 
Away from the distractions of reality.
 
Nothing can bring me farther away from you than that.
 
Every time something goes wrong.
 
I'll just go right ahead and sing some songs.
 
I understand that there is nothing I can do.
 
I try not to blame myself but I do anyways.
 
If someone is looking for me,
 
Why can't I see them beyond this distant haze?
 
I thought that I'd figure everything out by now.
 
Maybe I did but my mind is like a crow.
 
It will morph the very foundations of itself,
 
and change everything.