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Thoughts on DualityStanding on the edge of
"It's all going to be ok"
"I don't want to be here any more"
What if I was wrongWhat If I was wrong?
What if wrong was right?
What if your truth was lies?
And What If I was blind?
What if friends are foes?
What if dark was light?
What if they told the truth?
But What if it's in my mind?
What if I never know?
What if the time's gone by?
Who knows will the river flow?
Or will the river dry?
Made of Glasswood by the side of the fire
egg on the edge of the table
fingers under a dancing knife
the gas on an unlit stove
a block of ice on the heater
aerosoles on a warm windowsill
a cat in front of a dog,
red rag before a bull
a rabbit in front of a fox
dog attacks the neighbours kid
soldier pulls a trigger
family man drunk at the bar
the things above are unrelated
but none are made of glass
the all end in the same way
like the ticking of a heart
live life to the fullest
live it while you can
because you never know when it
you aren't made of glass
Life is a gameLife is a game. and you play to win.
it starts at the start, and ends with game over,
Childhoods the training stage. it's easy. you're allowed to make mistakes.
if I'm happy, I'm winning,
if I'm not, I'm losing
If I can make somone I hate sad, I'm winning, they're losing. thats how the game works.
If I make you happy, I'm probably winning,
if I can make you fall in love I'm winning,
if I can make you hate me, I'm winning,
if I control how you're feeling, I'm winning
if I make you quit? good question, GG i guess? I'm not sure.
accomplishments are bonus points, good ones unlock perks,
there are no checkpoints, so do it right.
mistakes make the game harder, you might end up with more enemies, or a weaker character.
character creation can be done at any point, but sometimes it takes time, or perks.
suicide is giving up, it ends the game early, and you lose all your points.
the game doesn't want you to quit.
there is always someone winning more, but there is always someone losing more,
ColdCold, Black, Blood,
Runs, Through his veins
Begging, For reasons,
To live, With distain.
His cold, Dark, Heart,
Beats, Out of Turn,
Of the coldest, Affections,
It's cold chambers, Empty,
And robbed, Of all hope,
For the edge, Of insanity,
He extends, And he gropes
The white rabbit is dead
Cold, Bloody, Screech
Far, Out of reach,
In cold sanity,
Not madness, His friend
He begs, For release,
For thought to end.
And hoping is hard,
He still struggles on,
Being beaten, And scarred.
holding onA deep,
love, is something that's hard to hide
In all feelings strong
it should be known
there's a fear that hides inside
you fear for your love,
you fear for your life
and you're feared of being alone
The fear will push us
push us too far,
'till the need for fear is gone
Hold on to your love,
but let the fear go
It's the difference between pain
and letting love grow.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
AloneOut of sight, and out of mind,
not a soul around but mine
one and all have been and gone
and I am left all alone
Search the silence for their solice
left behind in lands gone lawless
to search these sands forever more
I am left all alone
Darkness falls, and silence whispers
And in the night, the sky doth blister
With stars of every shape and size
And I am left all alone
One by one, the stars doth fade
Like wishes, sadly, never made
when silence screams throughout the night
And I am left all alone.
Hopeless and tired I make my bed
a secret heaven to lay my head
where I shall slumber all alone
Bright lights may shine, but I am
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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