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True Love Awaits

I never thought I'd be the type to say,
suppose at some point love gets to us all.
Hearts like your own can't be given away,
they have to be earned on top of the thrall.

Your embrace had such a powerful grip,
forever at peace when shielded by it. 
Said you were leaving my heart hit a skip, 
Left alone in an emotional pit.

I struggled with reason - what did I do
to lose the love of my life? Welcome, death
say how do? Of life I am all that is true.
My soul has passed on; I saved you my breath.

I hang my head now accepting defeat,
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat.

Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat,
remembering love with all its embrace.
I'd give her my all and bow at her feet,
God only knows how I miss her dear face.

She is my definition of heaven,
and her love defined: the key to its gate.
Given her hand my glee it would deafen.
No fear in my heart at one with my fate.

I spend all day dreaming of her beauty,
most vivid images do not come by night.
Win her back that is my only duty,
so i wait for her with a lovers might.

So, all of these feelings I did convey,
I never thought I'd be the type to say.

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In Conversation With My Soul

Of time, there is much I will never know.
My eyes trace the heavens for stars aligned—
As the pendulum’s weight swings to and fro,
I marvel, whether by chance or designed?

Of all that is, one fate, to come and go.
Are beasts and man both of some common kind?
Could not the same be said of the willow?
Such wonder filled fantasies cloud the mind.

Of reality, how much is shadow?
How much understanding goes undefined?
What truths may lie beyond such a halo?
Shall I lift the vail or fear the divined?

Dear Universe, with you, I do feel whole.
At peace. A conversation with my soul.

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Social Media

Pay no mind to man behind the curtain.
You've learned the superficial but his depths are still uncertain.

You tried to plot his course and see that death is lurking.
Look into his eye and you'll see the drugs are working.

It's the sad sad tale of the promise land.
Where you calculate your worth with a cyber hand.

Where you're notified daily that no one understands.
With modern civil rights as false as facebook friends.

They say "We've got to come together; gotta make this right!"
Fat chance of that happening unless you pass that pipe.

On this bureaucratic farm with it's produce ripe.
They cultivate the origins of your foresight.

Playing on your misery as if it were delight.
Still you are convinced you're in a fair fight....

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The Hunt

Shadows orphic and dark, verily bound;
Have feeling half in and half out of life.
Ghostly whispers; I hark as they resound. 
Eerie epitaph of a dim twilife:

Noble savage surely slain by these beasts.
The demon within is all that remains.
Disaccord greater than famine and feast. 
Society's hand; now holding the reins.

Precious morality being suppressed;
as if it's something truly criminal.
You fail to see when you're being addressed;
a peril cruelly political.

From within shadows I seek to confront.
Society's nature; the beast I Hunt....

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Truest Friend

My truest friend, I am conveyed to say.
Is never more than a thought away.

His name? You ask, I recall plenty.
Met when I was nearly twenty. 

Late nights and girls, we had a blast.
Our bond grew so very fast.

I dare to say he was my brother.
One not found without the other.

I felt my judgment begin to sway.
With every word his tongue did say.

My actions were no longer me.
From his grasp I could not flee.

Confined within an euphoric cast.
The urge to move was fading fast.

Suspicion did grow upon my mother.
She seen in me what was another.

I felt my soul had fallen prey.
I saw my world turn to gray. 

An improtant lesson I did soon learn: Loss of all, the normal fee.
When I have faded far away, he will surely remain to be.

With thoughts of healing, I am left aghast.
He left inside of me a hole so vast.

A trimmer life awaits, so cut the blubber.
No need for "Dope", I would rather smother!

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You'Re Country

He looked at that boy with pain in his eyes 
and said I'm sick and tired of seeing all of               
these lies

So you went away from home for a little while 
and came back here bumping a brand new style 

Looking at you now the answer's real clear
You must've ended up somewhere north of here

So I guess it's up to me to get you back to your        roots 
gonna put your ass back in some cowboy boots
  

                                
Because you're country that's the way you were born
You're country heading back through the corn

It's a simple way of life around here 
where you work, sweat, and bleed and never shed a tear.
If we don't do it, it won't be done 
not everything in life is about having fun



I see you over there walking down the street
spent a pretty penny showing off your feet 

By the way you're running you should've bought some cleats 
Trying to run out of here like your at a track meet

You're a real big shot that what you think 
putting all your money in a federal bank

But that ain’t the way we do it around here 
we burry our money in an empty jar of clear 



Because we're country that's the way we were born 
we're country heading back through the corn 

It's a simple way of life around here 
where we work sweat and bleed and never shed a tear

we wake up early an go to bed late 
no we ain't got time to procastinate



You come up to me and ask my advice 
I look down at you and I don't think twice
   
Boy you need to slow down and catch your breath 
you got us all worried and scared to death 

we all remember that fire in your eye 
and I don't believe that you've let it die

Because you're country that'd the way you were born 
you're country heading back to the corn

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American Dreams

For God and country, swaying toe to line.
Like whispers lost upon a mighty wind.
A cadence echoes; “soldiers ‘til the end.”
Why bestow our youth upon the frontline?

Tides that rise; too must fall to sculpt their shores.
The price of Freedom is too often death.
Life devoid of Liberty; wasted breath.
American Dreams cast in souls of wars!

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Truth In Knowledge

I recall times that are now far from mind. 
Times when I was told to mind my label;
left feeling I was of some other kind.
Searching revealed that I had no table.

Self reliance learned in lonely youth.
A gift from some far away unknown place; 
instilled in me a taste for sacred truth.
My hunger never filled ahead of grace.

Facing fear as if I were unafraid.
Intuition grew when fed new knowledge.
Two faced; concealer, mascara, a masque.
Knowing fear, I seen fawns in foliage.

Negated when I received my label;
an account of life when told rings fable.
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A Poet and Simply Nothing More

This world will never know me, who I am 
within my core.

It seems as if superficial expressions, leave nothing to explore.

So no one ever comes, to rap upon 
my door.

Through a window in my heart, my soul remembers how to soar.

Nothing special seen of me, likewise, 
no good reason to adore.

Words give to me a purpose, a shining light, where none was seen before.

When others read my work, understanding soon becomes a chore.

They act as if their picking up the broken pieces, of the man I was before.

Pieces of a puzzle, devoid of any interest, which incite the mind to bore.

I am only twenty-seven, not nearly old enough to feel this damn hoar. 

With minds akin to chests, to see inside, they must open up a drawer. 

Only then will the world realize, just what I have in store.

My words will shake the bedrock,  by causing a thunderous roar.

Every letter transmitting new ideas, can they envision such a spore.

What mundane has stripped away, I promise we would restore.

To hell with common anything, with the characterless we would go to war!

Sharp words upon the front lines, the tusk of a mighty boar.

Once they have vanquished, pushed to the furthest edge of sore.

We would tear apart the ordinary, lavishing ourselves with the gore.

We would peer across a sea of puce, with our feet planted firmly upon the shore.

If only words were relevant, and did not act as merely document decor.

I suppose the same goes for me, just as I had said before.

To understand what is locked inside, you must first get through the door.

This world will never know me, who I am within 
my core.

I can't will the world well, I am just a poet, and simply nothing more.

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Within Her Eyes

Crystal orbs reflect what is in the sky.
No way out; I'm forever trapped inside.
Sealed up tight with no place within to pry.
Light of day, dark of night a true divide.

Deep within me a darkened furry grows.
A natural state of true deception. 
A piece of mind no other knows.
Weaned off my warped perception.

I'm in a frenzy now, I must escape!
She calms me with her faith in lies.
Time to flee but time too late.
I am the prisoner within her eyes.