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Am I alive?
Or is this a dream too?
Sometimes I can't tell between the two.
Is this me?
Or am I not understanding what I see?
What can I do to really believe?
Awake, but exhausted from my second me.
Asleep, but awake trying to breathe.
I feel helpless at times in both of these vivid life's of mine.
These two distant personalities have a connection, but also separation.
If we believe life, then we should believe in dreams.
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I'm not broken, I'm falling apart.
Words not spoken, where should I start?
Someone interested me, intrigued I became.
I imagined possibilities, I sang in the rain.
A five year time capsule, became my routine.
I played the role still I knew what I had seen.
I seen evil look me in the eye.
That evil was the liar of my life.
I got stuck in believing he would change,
now I am caught crying in this rain.
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Glass doors,
wooden windows,
soft steel,
metal pillows.
Broken emotion,
solid heart,
invisible ocean,
light in the dark.
Desert rivers,
frozen time,
empty spaces,
completely fine.
Life of dreams,
sleeping awake,
clean messes,
dirty lakes.
Friendly fires,
sharp realities,
crying liars,
argue agrees.
Weird normalcies,
bragging modesty.
This makes a great-deal of NON-Sense to me.
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I'd like to give you a special thanks...
Thanks for the memories,
Thanks for the pain.
Thanks for the tragedies and sex in the rain.
Thank you for the secrets,
Thank you for the lies.
Thank you for the moments of hiding my cries.
Thank you so much for being in my dreams.
Thank you for making it possible to break down my wall,
Thanks for tripping me... only to fall.
Thanks for your acting skills they we're great, thanks for
giving me a reason to hate.
Thank you again for leading me along, now on the radio I can relate to
a song.
But, seriously thank you times two. I appreciate this lesson you given me,
and in the future I will use.
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IN BETWEEN THE BLACK AND THE WHITE,
places may exist that are just alright.
THE GREY AREA IN WHERE MOST PEOPLE STAY,
unable to enjoy life everyday.
IN THE NIGHTS OF SLEEPLESSNESS.
Bodies grow weary, minds befall to restlessness.
AWARENESS DEPLETES, LIFE IS BLURRY.
Blurry to narrow minds, those in a hurry.
REMINDERS TO TAKE IT EASY, SLOW DOWN.
Take in with a stride and without a frown.
LISTEN TO THE MELODIES, INTERPRET THE SOUND.
Always stop to see the life growing in the ground.
DO YOU HEAR ME, ARE MY EXPRESSIONS WRITTEN?
Yes, you are etched upon my being, yes you are here for a reason.
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All eyes stare up in the night sky.
An amazing red moon stares back.
All these questions, but no real reply.
Red moon, red moon, who are you?
All thoughts of creation stop dead in their tracks.
Cosmic awareness is beginning to show itself.
It's hard to focus on the truth in the cracks.
It's even harder to understand books on the shelf.
All visions are becoming untangled.
Life's awakened realization is in the blood moon.
All sight will be strangled,
The truth shall unleash itself soon.
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Brightly shining,
golden silhouette,
always minding,
forwards striding,
showing lightning,
bodies grinding,
trying, fighting.
Emotional freedom,
religious speeches,
attempted inspirations,
delivered vibrations,
related relations,
without hesitations.
Awaken manifestations.
Tingling sensations,
mental frustrations.
Sexual too,
how true,
angels flew,
will do all I can for you.
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In the light of my space,
I left this open seat for you.
I just thought you might take this space of mine next to you.
Next to you is where I'd like to be.
This is my place where I am free.
I hope you'd like to be in this space between the things you and I have always dreamed.
Come on inside my time and we can do this right.
Right by our sides in this space of light.
In this space of time.
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Anxiety strikes,
breath unavailable,
this is her life,
And she calls it terribly miserable.
One drink,
two drink,
three drink...
TEN!
She is barely standing,
forgot how to think.
And all she wanted was the pain to fade away.
Briefly stuck in her numbing comfort, but she knows the pain won't
change. There she sits that very next day with more pain, she just
wants
to be gone and gone away.
twenty drinks,
thirty drinks,
Score!
Won't stop until she hits the floor!
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HOLD THE EARTH IN YOUR HANDS,
TELL ME CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUMBLE?
NOW SHAKE IT UP AND DROWN THE LANDS,
CAN YOU FEEL THE PLANETS TROUBLES?
CREATED FOR A HIGHER PURPOSE.
TORTURED, HUNGRY, IN A RAT RACE,
ONLY TO GAIN MATERIALS THAT YOU PHYSICALLY CANNOT TAKE.
SO LET IT FLOW, DO NOT TRY TO STAY.
WE ARE PEBBLES IN BOULDERS VEINS.
WE HAVE LOVE AND EMOTION, THAT'S ALL WE CAN MAKE.
THE MATERIALISTICS ARE JUST A THROWN DISTRACTION OF WHO
WE REALLY ARE. NOW TIME IS REALLY COUNTING, BUT PEOPLE DO NOT AWAKE.
LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS BEGINNING ITS END.
ASCEND OR END.
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