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Hard Time

Driven by the ambition for my life
                                  pain seems to follow me at every turn.
                                  It follows me to the end
                                  of my and in every concern.

                                  It leaches on to me like
                                 a parasite or an unwanted ghost.
                                 When all I want is to escape
                                 but always end up a gracious host.

                                A prisoner in my own life
                                feeling caged in a field of trees.
                                A free man by society but inside
                                im a weaping boy on his knees.

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Undifined Hate

A society separated by petty 
differences that really don't even matter.
Some people live by hand me downs 
while others live on a silver platter.

We've created a river of seperation
that stems from many gerations of pain.
So now we must wade in the waters and take it 
come sun shine or a never ending rain.

So we discard the wise words of inteligant 
because they had a different point of veiw.
now lie in dreams for lost hope 
and only think of this thing if it were to have ever grew.

Even though  we all contribute to
the suvival of all human kind.
Our society chops its self into pieces
and picks at every inperfection we can find.

Were a entire civilization that 
needs to free it freom its self.
And this is a wound that can't be mend 
by a smooth politician or any amount of wealth.

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Emotionless Drifter

I'm  drifting by on a escalator 
spinning in circles like a fan belt.
everyones floating by and 
I can't remember what I felt.

My life is teen tv show and 
I can't remember what happened yesterday.
So how am I supposted to conversate 
when I cant remember people from today.

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An Enchanted Emotion

embarking on a new life 
that seems to be heading inthe right direction.
I feel a positive reaction 
when I ponder the day in reflexion.

I'm feeling a degree of happiness
that I have never felt before.
These feeling have my  depression
sagging way low to the floor.

I think I might fly with the clouds
and drift away on a timeless dream.
Then sleep the night away on a cloudy 
kings bed and wake to an enchanted stream.

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Insanity Tugging On My Sleeve.

Drifting away on dreams
that tear at me.
Then I scream of memories
that tug at my sanity.

My own thoughts drive 
me to the point of delerium.
like an addicts only friend
always saying lets get some.

forever I,ll fight these demons
to the very depths of my soul
no longer will I cave until
I gain complete control.

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Blue Misery

Falling down in blue misery I find myself 
in a constant maze of eternal pain
Dried out from an intense heat 
that my body can't seem to sustaine.

Trapped in an iron box from which the 
escape is pointless so take me now.
Everyone seems to have the tickets
to my life and I'm the star of the show.

I'm falling down in blue misery 
drownding in a bucket of my own tears.
So I'm tipping this enormous bucket
hoping its going to wash away the past ten years.

And still I reside here in blue misery 
wading through the pieces of my own life 
For some unknown reason I hold on 
to that pain that causes so much strife.

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Freedom

Freedom could be the 
                                time we spend alone.
                                It might be the time we spend without
                                people pagers or a cell phone.
    
                                Maybe its  not a time
                                or a created lounging space.
                                It could be a lost emotion
                                that no one can seem to place.
                                  
                                I've flown on winds of freedom
                                in moments of lost time.
                                Then forgotton about
                                 like an old nursery ryhme.
           
                                 This is the unicorn 
                                 that no one can seem to place.
                                 I search eyes forward 
                                 when the answer lies behind.

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Searching For Truth

we are but pauns in a battle 
useless to know or want to know
the perfect irony would be the people 
from the  titanic dieing for the show.

Americans we are in the dark 
ignorant to the world and everything around it.
We beleive the bits of  facts and 
lies that idiots throw in the pit.

Its gotton to the point to where I
can't weed the truth from lies.
For it seems every story 
has behind it an ugly disguise.

Behind every consperiacy theres 
a politician standing in front of the truth.
So now I wald around listening 
to the whole world in mute.

I'm standing lost in a web of lies
traped in the slow motion of deception.
Till the time I find the truth 
I'll live this life withut exeption.

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Tired World

As we cycle through this life
it seems to drain our sanity.
So we scury around like over worked ants 
that try to hold on to vieces or small glimpes of vanity.

If you were to look around at the people 
what would you fond in the deepest parts of their minds.
Would you find a worthless lump of flesh
or would you find a deep creature worthy of mankind.

Have we been reduced to drewling drones
that only function off a directed puppet master.
Maybe we could break free from a life 
that always ends in disaster.

I think we should listen to wise words said
and imancipate our selfs from mental slavery.
perhaps this will happen some day 
when we have choked up that bravery.

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Loved Or Abandonded

Given up by the woman with an open mouth
speaking words that hammer me deep in the ground.
Why cant women keep romantic gestures 
to them selfs insteade of blabbing at the very sound.

I think when women have information their compelled 
to yell these words at the top of their lungs.
Positive words seem to dance 
right off the top of their tongues.

So now you leave me standing here 
holding my cock in the wind.
for that look gave me one opinion 
and a different one when you grined.

Now I stand here waiting for an
answer to the question that is presented before us.
So bring me an answer before
the anxioty drives me to bust.