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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...
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
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
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
The SessionHis eyes flitted through the room, taking in every vague little detail. It was the type of room you'd find in a cheesy television show. It was filled with frilly little things, frozen statues, and slightly flowered walls. Distinctly feminine. The desperately calm man in the chair cleared his throat. His voice was barely a whisper above the thundering silence of the room,
"I'll be your therapist." Therapist said.
"I'll be your patient." Patient replied, a snide grin plastered across his face. Therapist, clearly choosing to ignore the mocking in Patient's reply, continued,
"Do you know why you're here?"
"I'm here because the court told me to be." Patient leaned back in his chair, causing it to creak.
"Right… so, how about you start by telling me about these dreams you've been having?"
Patient's eyes darted around the room, still taking in every detail. His eyes narrowed.
"You a fan?" Patient asked, gesturing at the poster on the wall of some famous baseball player.
"Yes. It's good to hav
On Recursive ThoughtsThis curve of bone no more than
a whitened hive. Inside,
legs, jointed. How these feet catch
and scratch and cling,
a claw in each synapse,
a voice for each and every touch.
A why and why again.
A gauze of wings, held up,
a gauze before my eyes, a misted world,
those stick-dry veins blurred and close.
Somewhere the scent of venom,
the sharpness caught behind my skull.
Each needle-sting a thought and thought again,
a layering up, another string of words,
another cascade of loosened thoughts, a buzz
of voices with their tired whys.
One day I may open this hive-mouth
and watch the exodus go by.
Nic (Chapter 1) part 1 Cold.
The only feeling that was worth noticing in this bright, loud room. Everyone pleased with themselves. Everyone simply taken alight with their fantasies, that may or may not ever come true. Who am I? I am Nic. Sometimes I think I was cursed to be this way. Even my parent's named me "nothing". Just so that when I introduce my self I can say "Hello, I am Nic. I am Nothing."
This classroom is the vain of my existence. Full of unworthy souls stealing precious air that I once thought was sacred. How could they be so selfish? They steal our air, our thoughts, our minds.
To think that once, not to long ago, I was a part of this never ending cycle. The cycle of hate, lies, greed and misery. Why was I so foolish? I should've known better. But I didn't. I followed them around aimlessly, like a dog, hoping that they would give me the time of day, that they would somehow understand me. But that was a big mi
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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