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Our World and Sin

Whether it be yesterday, tomorrow or perhaps even today, we will all fall victim to the hands of sin.

May that be as deceitful liars, greedy thieves or through our judgmental eyes, it is inevitable.

For are we all criminals in search of honest redemption or are we all samaritans on an ever-swaying bridge with no railings.

Has it ever been a fight of good versus evil or just two forces trying to balance out.

We are people bred with values of hope, mercy and empathy, in a society of envy, jealousy and corruption.

It is so natural to want what we don't have, to turn against those who are different and accept others because we’re alike.

Are we now loving each other for the reasons we once hated?

How is it that our perception has become so distorted that to keep sane we put others and ourselves in boxes, trying to label all we see.

We have built the walls around us to define what everything is and to move away or to break them down, puts us all on unstable ground, when really we stand upon the fault lines of others.

Our method of bringing us together is tearing us apart.

All born were we, brought into the earth, blood and bones alike, each human with flaws.

We must be merciful for the right reasons, with or without the recognition and gratification of others.

We must not hand ourselves over to the straining grip of sin, because we were taught flaws belong with the crimes against mankind.

Fall because human temptations will make us all to succumb to sin not because the temptations others face have made you feel less than human.

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Along the Highway

She walks along the highway
wrapped in a blanket of hazy fog.
Ticking you can hear the clock,
the girl walks faster, her back to the moon.
the road stretches out to no end,
empty, all is engulfed in darkness.

She sways with each step, her head full of fog.
Above, she feels the mocking stare of the moon,
as she wanders further down the lonely highway,
each carful breath timed with the tick of the clock,
as she heads deeper into the arms of the darkness.
Never has she felt the coldness of not knowing the end.

“Go home, girl”, thunders the moon.
She tries to run but her legs cannot trudge through the fog.
Reaching out she grasps the arms of the clock,
to pull her away from the dreadful highway.
But to no avail, the laugh of the darkness,
drags her further from the end.

She wonders just how she got to this highway,
the last she remembers was looking through the window at the moon.
But what window? The clear picture in her mind was invaded by the fog.
“Moon!” She calls out, unable to see his face in the darkness.
“This night has lasted two lifetimes, when will it end?”
“When the hands reach morning on the clock.”

She can’t recall the time she began walking on the highway.
Time didn’t seem to pass on the clock.
Weighed down, she began to slump into the thick fog,
her eyes straining to find an end, any end.
“Shine your light further, Moon.”
At her call, he slips in-between clouds, everything again in darkness.

The girl stopped walking, did she really want to find the end?
Was this so bad, alone on the highway?
“You can’t stay here!” yells the moon.
“And where shall I go in this fog?”
In response, time speeds up, the hands turn on the clock,
and maybe the sun will rise, banishing the darkness.

She laughs as the fog pools at her feet,“Until next time moon!”
But the girl does not know that the clock will never let the morning take darkness.
So she walks along the highway, smiling in foolish belief that she has found the end.

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To a Younger Self

Eyes.
Reflecting wonder,
mind's a garden,
she'll become a marvel;
Soon

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Dear Boat Keeper,

Dear boat keeper the things you must see,
the stories the ocean tells you, do you believe?
In between the moments of the Greek god’s wrath,
and on the gently flowing waters of the Roman baths,
does the world stop spinning to witness the glory,
or is this truly a lonely man’s purgatory?
Do you see day break the cage of the night?
The sun’s rays against the stars is a hopeless fight.
Are the secrets rolled up in that old glass bottle,
the same lyrics preached in the wind’s gospel?

Dear boat keeper are you but a confine?
This ocean no more mine than yours.
Do you sit there alone at the will of the water,
thinking of warmth, and home and your dear daughter?
Is it true that you lifted the anchors and untied the knots,
to banish yourself solitary with your guilty thoughts?
Are you stranded or did you choose to be,
lost and exiled in this prison sea?

Dear boat keeper I hope one day you grant yourself forgiveness,
and should God be absent, take me as your witness:
That no sin repented merits a life lost to guilt,
as any cherished relationship is worth being rebuilt.

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Bitter Sweet

Oh sweet silence. Settles upon all, until the last stir is still. But calm waters do more than just soothe. Reflect the thoughts of the tight lipped minds, what lies beneath isn’t always so kind.
 A contrast to chaos, where voices are let free. Madness runs wild, so loud the ground shakes beneath.
 The secrets Silence keeps, fills the holders eyes with vengeful clouds, casting shadows on their conscience. 
The chaos, the crazy let it out in the open, let the screams echo, the people fly, distill the stir. Disturb the peace.
 Chaos is not synonymous for bad. Nor is silence for good. Calm surface with cold blooded veins, distressed facade with a carefree heart. 
Chaos so sweet and silence so bitter She has a taste for the sour, you could say it fit her.

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Insanity

Running around mad, chasing only fantasies,
Lost all sanity and formalities.
Hiding in the woods, numb lips turning blue,
Setting fire to her mind, oh what to do?
Shudder in the wind, bitten by the cold,
Running from the past won’t rid of the old.
These dark skies will never hide your scars,
And yet you still spend all night wishing on the stars.
My darling the gin won’t soften the blow,
He’s gone, but it’s okay, you don’t need to be alone.

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Gears

They say you can’t remember pain, but every time I hear your name, I can’t breathe, someone help me.
The memories won’t leave me alone, I’m beginning to spiral out of control.
It’s all too much the thought of your hands on my body, but you see;

these stitches I’ve sown, oh they’ve come loose, talking to you, I am talking about you. 

So from here on out, I vow to myself, to find somebody new.
Who won’t bring back the past and play it again, I want to start from scratch, I want the pain to end.

But it’s hard and I’m tired of holding it in, cause we used to sing, about our love. 
Now I’m afraid my voice will fade to a whisper.
  
As long as you were talking, I would be there listening, every word meant the world to me.
There was nothing you could say and I wouldn’t hear you out, that was how we worked, two gears pressing on. 

An now it’s all gone.

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Opposite Ends

I wasn’t made for you, and you weren’t made for me,
like the colours of the sea, you were looking for blue, and I was looking for green.
You weren’t made for me and I wasn’t made for you,
like the storm stirring outside,
you were looking for sun and I was looking for rain.
Together we were night and day, as opposite as we could be,
hot and cold, black and white, sun and moon, dark and light.
A contrast so divine, white sheets and red wine.
You were always early mornings and I was late nights.
Whether we’re the good or bad, the evil or the kind.
I was always brain and you were always mind.
What pulled us apart was not that we were already so far,
but your passion to love and my thirst to hate.
You brought out something in me that I didn’t want to believe,
a kind of light that shone so bright, a happiness I couldn’t see.
I fear that I took it from you, as you grew more like me everyday.
A force of habit of mine,so I took off and ran away.
But we both always knew that it would never last,
you are the future and I am the past.

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My Brother's Keeper

My brother’s keeper, four glass walls
amber liquid in a bottle.
Drink after drink,
hear the glasses clink.
Words as bitter as the gin,
sometimes he lets the liquor win.
Drown your sorrows with every swallow,
until you feel nothing,
insides hallow.
Hear your heart pumping but its not pumping blood,
alcohol runs through your veins,
spreading with every pulse.
Words tumble out of your mouth,
True or false?
My brothers keeper has caught many before,
And oh how I know there will be many more.
If blood makes you human
then what is he?
Not the brother he used to be.
Lost in a sea of golden temptation,
each new bottle: his salvation.

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Sweet Here After

Took me four years to finally leave, to see the person who was changing me. Who was that standing in the mirror? Eyes once elated now consumed by fear. I held on because who was to catch me if I let go, you always said I could’t do it on my own.  
I complied with your mask and made one as well, I knew her better than I know myself. I stayed, through the words sharp as glass, but it took your hand to shatter my mask, that set me free at last. That girl is behind me, I have purged all her sins. I am ready to say this battle was my win. No more silent screams, I have a reason for laughter, finally I can say I’m living in the sweet here after.