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Somewhere In Space, You'Ll Find Me

As I lay with my back against the grass,
I feel my body being absorbed by the earths firm and comforting surface.
I gaze into the heavens, watching the stories of millions of ideas displayed
within the stars and let my minds imagination
run with dreams held for countless years before me.
I feel a cool breeze lightly grazing over my body,
whispering songs of an overwhelming silence,
and in that moment, I become small and I am just a mind
floating on this mass
in an abyss of curious wonders,
oblivious to the depth of life in this abundance
in this universe of mysteries,
and I am simple,
and comfortably lost,
for just a moment.

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Absolutely Nothing

You see just behind that sight there's nothing
you can't see, you can't look, you are blind.
and just beyond that sound you can't hear,
not a snap, not a whisper, or a chime (deaf and blind)
and when all your secrets are told you can't talk
no sound, no wind, no words, (deaf, mute, blind)
and just past that chill up your spine you can't feel
no emotion, no sensation, nothings real.
some people say when you die you will see,
but others say it's a version of hell,
that you go to when you try to see too far past your realm.
inulgence, self righteousness, worship, and kill.
so that you make and feel what you choose to be real.
some call it sweeping dust under the rug.
others call them skeletons in your closet.
but they'll soon catch up with you
if you do or don't want it
cause karma's got it's own clock of vengence lists
and kid, you're on it.

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Anticipate

anticipation. a strong point, a big move, a big change. Ready? willing?
Love and Law. Two factors in possible restriction or obligation.
To say unitentional, an indirect yeet intimate approach.
An indirect yet belligerant approach, a contradiction
A tear, torn, indecisive. The contradictor, almost contradictory, 
like mirror reflecting mirror and everything in between. This world revolves 
around this reflection.  Logical, artistic, or quiestion? Sanity, and you queston 
yours. To be taught so your entire life. And to he and she until now, except for he 
and she and you are tautology expert.  I don't want to, need to hear it again. and to 
reassure you. the thought has crossed my mind.

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My Paradise

sometimes when i'm all alone
i want to make myself at home
i go outside, spin round and round
and then i lay down on the ground
i look straight up and close my eyes
and imagine myself floating high
i'm swimming, swimming in the sky
swimming to my paradise
where wildflowers are all around
i plant my feet into the ground
i climb around in big tall trees
and let my hair blow with the breeze
there's a waterfall that i climb under
and inside it there's a cave to wander
there's also a river that i follow 
that i climb down in a log that's hollow
at night i ride the blackest ocean
and sip a bit of jungle potion
then float back to the softest sand
i feel it like a velvet hand
i love to feel the jungle weather
i wish i could stay there forever
but then i look up to the starry sky
and imagine myself floating high
i'm swimming, swimmin through my mind
then i open up my eyes 
i look straight up to the sky
dizzy has already gone by
the clouds stopped spinning with my mind
now i am just all alone
and so i go back to my home

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Infatuation

the sweet smell of candy on his breath
as he talks to me
he asks me to leave his side
the soft glow of happiness in his eyes
as we talk, he's bored but he's being kind
the anticipated excitement i can see on his face
as he sits there
he's just killing time
the radiant confidence i recognize
as he turns he just leaves me behind
the hovering scent of his cologne
as he leaves
and he's stuck on my mind

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Is This Real

It's like I'm riding a ferris wheel
and all I can see is the reds, blues and yellows in the sky
with the wind blowing in my hair 
and a smile on my face that smells like cotton candy
with a warm bread smell in the air 
welcoming me home 
to a soft warm pillow 
that bites my cheek and tells me "you're such a fool." 
I tell myself "I'm not a fool."
Tell me this is comfort,
tell me this is home.
I've lost myself to a dream that only a song could sing,
only a painting could picture
and only a dream could imagine.

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Distractions

Attempting progession in a contented reality where old ideas and old memories flourish
Appreciation is an aquaintance of mine that keeps me leaving and coming back
I feel it as my head begins to drift into a world I know and causes me to retract
as curiosity centers my focus and rearranges my sequence,
I watch as emotions grow like a vine spiraling me into confusion and coaxing me into a dance
I focus.

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Overwhelming

annoying is the static that overwhelmes this station
it irritates my ears, but provokes my minds elation
the essence of the presence of my latest inspiration
takes and breaks my heartache and awakens motivation
though it's uninspired by this unnaccepting nation
greedy bastards, outrageous ranter and a wind flapping incantation
burry in a hurry any risky indication
of things they dread and things they said
inspire indulgence in human sensation.

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All In Vain

Two-thirty in the morning at my window.
Moonlit dark centiment, I feel windblown.
Convict compliment,
heartless at sundown,
and as the morning comes
the need dies down.
At sunrise all is forgotten

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Solitude

Indigo blue skies, against a green horizon,
fading into black.
Flashlight against my back;
my grey debate, following a dirtroad path.
I watch as my future becomes my past.
Nothing but my mood and my music full blast
Aquiring lessons, I project what I have
Upon your silhouette I cast 
an image that you are reflecting back