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Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
trees.
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007



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True Love

Unmasked from my hideous form, 
Abyss will follow me no more,
Humiliation, turns into felicitation,
And my humanity will be reborn,
For the years of all the lethargy,
Serpentine and morn,
Shall be forgotten on this day,
And life will have a new dawn.

Invulnerable where my walls,
Set with something harder then stone,
Clustered with confusion,
My life became an unknown.

Autumn sunsets rose,
Upon each passing day,
My life of quizzical puzzles,
Soon went away.

For you kindled up my heart,
And took the pain away,
You gave me something to believe in,
You gave me yesterday.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007

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A New

As though a barrier surrounds my soul,
Languished heart has thus unfold,
Promising wishes propel my dream,
Proof of existence raw deal it seams.

Realistic fantasies run through my mind,
Shield me from,
All of man kind,
Show me the err of my way,
Confront the demon that has lead me a-stray,
Console my body as a mother to her young, 
Let me be reborn,
Again a son.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007

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Curse

Why has thou given me love,
Given me thy heart, 
Given me thy soul,
To take it away leave me and go?
To bluntly put it in my face,
To dangle it in front of my eye’s,
To tell me forever and know that there lies.

“I love you” you say,
but then you take it away the very next day.

I curse you for loving me and leaving me,
I curse you for telling me eternity,
And I curse you forever wanting me.

Look at my soul,
Look at what you have done,
You have taken the best of me and left me with none.

This dwindling body,
This empty soul,
This heart that once beat red,
Now beats the color of coal.

I am a shell of a man,
That once stood proud,
Ready for the future ready for the now,
But look at me I say,
LOOK, LOOK, LOOK look at me now,
For I am nothing but a man,
That once stood proud.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007

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Together

What is a dream if your not in it?
What is a wish if your not here to hear it?
What is a moment if your not here to share it?

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Heaven

Alas, eternal virtue,
Peace and love,
Mercy in existence,
Our soul is sent above.

Life is full of justice,
Power and hate,
Visions of our fore fathers,
Knowing of their fate,
Fear of getting old,
Wondering what a-waits.

Failure through our lives,
Forms the growth of evil and hate,
Blossomed from bellow,
Spirits dwell in fear,
Illnesses and suffering,
Yelling is all you hear.
Slaves of immortality,
Shadows in the night,
For the duration of eternity,
That’s how they'll spend their life.

Light is what we are after,
For this our God has told,
Wise men have seen it,
For jewels are not our gold.

Our children and our families,
The people that exist,
The ones who brought us happiness,
For those are who will miss.

So hear my story and hear it loud,
For the storm is coming in,
If thou wants thy pot of gold, 
Well the Heaven,
Is where it is.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007

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Human Race

Through the vast seas of life,
And the vast seas of time,
Now is when we should change our minds.

As honors at stake and riches to take,
Possessions that will brake,
And people will forsake,
Purging in the streets,
Civilizations to reach,
Knowledge to be embraced,
Labor will be erased,
Utter pleasant words will take its place.

Put deprived children in the human race,
And watch delight show on their face,
Blackened betray will be no more,
Visibility will take over the blackened storm.

Passion will once again emerge,
From the depths from where it was purged,
And humanity will once again merge.

As the mountains of power take form,
And all of the people mourn,
Their Gods will show their true forms,
For some it will be a delight,
For others pain suffering and fright.

Now is the time to gather our souls,
Make them as one,
And we will become hole,
For this is the symbol that should take place,
For this is the symbol,
That will save,
The HUMAN RACE.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007

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Living Day

From the dark dungeons of life, 
From depths so far bellow,
Where darkness surrounds,
And clenches my soul.

Where the Heavens above,
Scream out loud,
Why have thou forsaken me,
Look at me now.

This body that you have given,
Is so weak, so frail,
Because of you I walk,
A lonely trail,
Down a never ending road, 
With no light in sight,
I am blinded to my surroundings,
And the people that I like.

My heart is dead,
The blackness has settled in.
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want from within?

You have taken everything,
And through it away,
Just like a rag doll,
On it’s last living day.

When will the pain end?
When will it go away?
Why has thou forsaken me,
It feels like my last,
Living day.

Copyright © Alan Seeley | Year Posted 2007


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