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A perfect storm, a family born
An option that betrays a heart
Scorned and sharp, painfull
Caress the love is not real
A sister depressed , crazy and nuts
Oh what have we become
Animals in a jungle , defend what is yours
You have nothing but anger
Resentment, i have more i have eyes that see a
heart that feels, i have words to deliver
I am real , i belong in any place , i dont cry from disgrace
I am free , i have what is yours, what is ours , we all share a piece
Day by day u go more mad, driven by control , u will never comprehend happiness in the end,
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As i sit and read your work, I ponder on it long and hard, think to myself Do you know me. Have we meet . this oddness is fair but with the many games I explore . Lets play those cards you say. I look upon your hand and feel a loss. I wonder why my cards are not good enough .Maybe they are, I whisper for it is not cards I play. I throw them in the air, smile and declare i’ve won. Life can be many things but a thought thats delivered can be fun. Whether I know you or not , what you wrote it traveled deep .My face was within your words my heart was bare . The game you played was never fair. and once again I threw it all up in the air .
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Descending drifting sun
capturing light undone
Streaming light dancing grace
Vision distilled upon a place
A view , a scene
A dream unspoken
harmony deep within
a sight demanding to be felt
calming cleanse , devoured by
A silent truth , an eyes shallow mist
agonizing suns a drift.
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A river a fish, a place to piss
A sound loud , a scream
about a boy in a dream
who grows to be a man
punished by society, freedom banned
speaks softly from afar
tender eyes brown and big
a smile so perfectly placed
lips curved in denial upon his face
a grace his walk defined
a place deep in his chest , pounding
a heart of desire , i dreamt to devour
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I am not more than glass, You looking through to see the other side,Looking at me looking at you. Do you see me the real me or just parts of me. Am I not a creation that’s valid , or just a character of your imagination.Do i hold your attention or is it a self evaluation.
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Shimmering windows gaze, As I sit afar looking out the glass, Wondering how you got so sad, How your lost inside .wounded .desperate.and afraid. ,My friend who calls out a cry from the other side , I did not know you could sit so long in the window shade. Never thinking of me when I’m in need. I reach up to the glass.Wondering what took you so long. Pushing away the dust that began to collect over time. If he takes you back for more pain , Am I to sit and watch from the other side , wondering if I ever really had a friend , I wont tear out your eyes or break the glass. I will simply close the shade. For I will never let know man decide my fate.
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the life that lives
beyond measure
falls to glory,of pain and
pleasure, a gift
a notion a freedom
spoken, spiritual
claims, deep passion
to bring forth another
day undone, anew a
journey sail. founded
drifted and bound delivered
to a shore, cleansing right
to be pure.reborn captured
smiling, laughter in the sun
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