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Complex Truths

I sit in state of wonder
   as my mind does ponder
      over thoughts 
        which compared to thought are fonder
      than t' prefer that thoughts no longer
   would linger and finger about the essence
Of reality's encompassing presence
   While'st I stare through care
      To do all that I may dare 
   To alter all to do what in our minds is fair
   as we find fair left behind
and that care is lost in time
   all the point is lost in rhyme
the rhyme however is not a loss of point
   infact the joint of with without
means no existance without could be 
   with and out of sencerity 
      and doubt begins to fade
   the truth of lie has been made
we work with what we know
   to let the spirit go and see our "destiny"
      to come and no winds blow
     o'r our path to let world show
    that arrow follows path of bow
   and further will the spirit go
with than without the firing bow
    and string which wrings and sings 
  and begins to bring the thought to action
    and begins the unaction of  the unthought thought
      as becomes what is now not and once what was
   is only thought which stays unthought and reality's reality soon will rot
to grow the truth of lies and death
   and life's cycle is now at best
when all is equal, leaving end and sequal

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Flying Away

Looking into stony eyes,
	knowing well, what inside lies.
	As I feel you,
		my soul dies.
	Created by tears, ripped from my eyes
		is the river you flow down,
		the river of lies.

You found a believer.
	-converted to receiver-
	-your perfect achiever-
	-you lost your believer-
		Only beaten down,
			Now the pain receiver.

Slowly do I crawl along
	the banks nearby, still filled with song.
		I now see, my happiness does not to me belong;
	Instead, 'tis carried off by you, to take along,
		anywhere you wish. 
	I go! 
	I wonder why you wish me down?
	Why do you wish this silence upon my loving heart's song?

Slowly do I walk on by.
	Giving, until my last breath, 
	all hope and try, 
	simply loving 'till the day I die.

The reason I’m always weighed down 
		…
While I dream of a smile
		…

	And although, I try to fly.

Your gravity just passes by.
	
	
And it takes all that I have left, to pick my head up.
		I’m left without the desire to try,
	not for you, when I'm afraid to die

This struggle kills my soul.
	I know you’ll never leave me whole.
		My senses are left dull.
			"My God this hurts! My poor, fading, torn up soul."
	Though tough this place may be, 
		I’m destined to break through! 
I'll do what must be done. Always with my head kept up.
	Living, Loving, and Learning as my world becomes more whole.

Always “forward“, my new word.
	Now a free bird,
		no more thoughts of the absurd,
		no more ideas, hush, not another word.
	Just fly to the top. I'm on my way up!
So now just watch as I fly away. 
	Into the endless blue stretch of beauty above I soar. 
	Just watch me fly away - this beautiful free bird.

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A Pact of Hidden Thorns

Ohh the hidden thorns of my love
   when truth and care's not held above
   when snake is symbol of white dove
Ohh the hidden thorns of my love

Secret glances Secret thoughts
   when friendly truth begins to rot
   and "friends" become what they were not
  innocent in gestures act they all as jesters. The hot
 fire of the nova; you catalysts cause the explosion
 the implosion, and imposing of fake reality to which goes my emotion
  and I react to my pact, "Do best by all I see". I react to my reality
   this can't be helped, but you can't see
 Blinded are you for eternity. By your
Secret glances Secret thoughts

What right to love if by but my own will and Soul?
I'd Rather die.
  'Tis dark I see when harked to me
is ever only constantly 
  that truth lies in but mine eyes
   and good is all but what I see
What right to love if by but my own will and Soul?
I'd Rather die.

But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see
   my untimely end than truest me.
  So I'll bind to my pact, "Do best by all I see".
    And I'll live life on my own through my reality.
  Such ignorance on your part that
But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see
   my untimely end than truest me.

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Good Bye Friend

My dear friend
whom I loved soo much
you now lay
in a mahogany bed
your face is pale
and your hands; pallid
the sun shines on you now
for the last time soon you will be one with the earth
never again to be seen
by people that live
but your spirit will live
with me
and through me
forever more

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The Crazy Man

I am the crazy man
   I do my best to do what I can
      to see all that lies at my hand
         and by process I see myself damned
But to live the life of man so crazy such as I
         will set you free and yet leave you tied
      Follow will you forever on
   the reality you create so that dream may live on
But one hour you fear you may wake
   and your innocence the world will take
       your fantasy reality will be gone
as you hear the toll of wake's song
      death of some sort will turn on 
   to become a new song
how many songs musts we learn
   before we no longer must yearn
      to feel complete and feel life's sweet
         instead of bitter being all I meet
welcome mind of crazy man
   where sanity is not at hand
      only truth is in demand

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A Flower

Such a beautiful flower I hoped to find
    to gather your affections to close bind
  but no such flower could I find
     Instead, I plucked these words from mind
I thought about this flower and the hour
    in which the time will grant
     a gift from me to you, creating lover's slant
ohh, much time did come to pass
     before I saw myself as ass
       undoing my desire
    better you are than my passion's fire
         for without the fuel the fire dies
     for this, the flower in my eyes, to you fails to compare
but the flower within you, to show my care
    is the object I must find
to watch and help you grow and myself to you must bind
So I'm still looking for this flower
  but no longer but an hour
  do I hope to see my thoughts and desires become reality.
I look for flower within you, what will you find in me?

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Hark To Light

Within my heart burns desire
always being doused by longing
waiting for sweet passions fire
alone i search for my belonging
falling down a spiral staircase; dark
to the straight narrow arrow of light I hark
Ascend from current state of dark
Change, react I see the light
oh, to me my answered plight
now I see that all is white
Dark is day and day is night
I feel no reason
for the season-ing
of my believing
and my need is leaving
as I stop believing
but the crushing wont stop being
and all that I am seeing
isn't worth believing
waiting being light and feeling
also I am dark
and no answer in the dark
can I find 
but the light of my own hark

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See Think Touch

How do the eyes draw so much
 even 'till sight becomes touch
   that the fall of a stream or a beam
 produces such a curious gleam
   that these false thoughts become real
 as I imagine what I feel.
My reason to kneel, the end or fulfill
   -ment of this plan to kill.
And when such beauty makes desire so bright
   that temptation begins to rule the night
that horrible goodness that comes 
   from the jump and the run
leads me to life and yet also the gun
  as I find myself staring and tricked into caring.
   But find I 
only distance in eye
      while in mind
   left behind
to the search I bind
   myself to this hurt
constantly rubbing face in dirt
   looking for a way to speak
to be strong when I am weak
   and these secrets I must keep
   so ever on inside I'll weep.
  Knowing I've known Already
with my head up and beat steady.

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Seek the Answer?

the world according to my eyes
allows the human sevral tries
to find the truth
the right from wrong
and gives you dusk when all is dawn
we see the dusk as dirt and dust
instead of seeing this is as must
should be to see that destiny of "right" is not
merely plight to fight the flip of good
for even hereo such as robin hood
does so take by giving good
and even the persecuter of the Jews
does so have his many hues
that twisted were the minds that
thought the thought would come of what was not
there actions all askew
we see the off with all the on
and that's what keeps me going on
there is no right, there is no wrong
but opposite of my belong
my right without the right of fight against
my soulful song
the happyness 
that does me best
will surley prove me gone

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Snow Falls Too

Such a chance leap
that I may loose my sleep
to attain what pulls so deep
and how do my emotions creep
whilst my inner thoughts do seep
out into the world.
And unto me the pressure seems
to weigh a weight so bold
and the weight crushes me this 'tis final unfold;
of my fall what lies beneath unknown to all below,
'tis greater death than life without the know
of giving all; unafraid of fall, to really give the go.
And if blood seeps my quest will surely show
that innocent and trusting breast will soon prove white as snow.