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to the magical worldif you could warp away to the magical world
you always wished to live in,
would you be able to leave everything in this world and fly away?
show me your dreamsit doesn't matter how vast your dreams are, but how much of it you turned into reality.
are you living or preparing to live?Are you waiting for tomorrow? Or for the next year? Do still feel the years that passed? Many of us live for a moment in the future, but we have to realize that, this moment, now, was a moment in the future, once in the past. And when that moment in the future comes, will you then enjoy your view, stop and breathe, tell your close ones that you love them? Oftentimes, we forget what we wanted before, and exchange them with what we want now. Which sucks us into an unstoppable cycle of deluding destination in the future. We are not enjoying our life. Yet. Perhaps it is not the journey that is important, but the moment. Breathe, because I love you, and you love me.
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging Fire
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug so intense
that it doesn't make sense
a drug you don't easily get
a drug revealing regret
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I need every day
a drug which makes me pay
a drug allowing my heart to feel
and ignoring things that are real
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I'm starting to hate
but can't get off it, it's too late
a drug I finally regret taking
a drug which keeps my body heavily shaking
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug causing me immense pain
though it's just so little, simple and plain
a drug I traded for everything I had
a drug which can only be found inside my head
Beauty in the BreakdownYou can let go
Forget everything and dive
Just simply let go
My love you are too taunt
All you need to do is jump in
Observe the sky and the water
Watch as we let go and fall in love
Hand in hand we will let go
We will jump and arch our backs into a dive
We will dive into our dreams and fantasies
Nothing can ever touch us
Together we are a force of nature
Apart we are chaos at it's finest
We will create memories and forget the old pain
We will break away from our past
So we will let go
We will fall as one
Our fingers entwined
Feeling the beauty in our breakdown
Our breakdown will cause flowers to bloom
The sun to shine
Dark clouds to disappear
And most of all our souls will shine as pure as ever
In the end
As we finish our dive
Together as one force
We will feel the beauty in the breakdown
and so the sky expiresi hate the sky.
the stars are just attention whores
they're perching on pedestals, standing on rickety stilts
they're shouting from the rooftops
demanding more flattery than they could ever consume
they never think about what will happen when
the day comes that their voices are too hoarse to shout.
they will be forgotten.
the moon is stuck in an awkward teen stage
never knowing the right thing to say
instead she whispers to the darkness around her
she speaks of death and lovely things
she never stops changing her shape
the sun i despise most of all
he is the proud crown sitting atop the throne of earth
he is our only hero during times of night
he is the saving grace of the human race
is an egotistical bastard.
I hope he loses his footing and plummets from the sky.
NaNo Snippet: Mein HerrThere was a diner Daniel often visited in his youth, called Dante's and Sons. The place was old and had passed down from a grandfather to a father and now rested in the hands of the grandson. The place still kept a family feel about it. The owners had decorated the walls with paintings and photographs of celebrities from the forties onward until around the seventies, with Frank Sinatra taking the best spot in the joint where his smirking mug could be seen from almost any seat in the restaurant. Though the place was small and the service wasn't the quickest, it had a charm that came from pure nostalgia. This was why Daniel brought Young Charmides to Dante's, so that they could admire a slice of his childhood while also enjoying a fine breakfast.
"Where do you get a ticket?" was the first thing Lou asked when the band and Daniel walked into Dante's.
"What do you mean, a ticket? This isn't like Olive Garden." Daniel shook his head. How had these people never been to an old-fashioned diner
AloneHe walks around alone
but everythings okay
he talks to himself
but thats just his way
his smile throws off those around him
his antics makes them certain
all they see is happy-go-lucky
but there's more behind the curtain
he tells himself he's fine
and holds his head up high
everyone thinks he's confident
but is really just a lie?
he wont admit defeat
he won't say something's wrong
he's got too much pride for that
he's had it far too long
nobody will see his truth
he'll take it to his grave
or will he learn to let it out
and possibly be saved
his choices define what happens next
a choice that's all his own
will he choose to express himself
or live his life alone...
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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