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Even the sun will die
What of RA then I ask
Will the folding of the universe be destructive
"It is mine, I can do it if I need to".
Spit out that evolution it is there each day,
you can't run from its bite
"Oh did you stop evolving??"
Shit I forgot to give you an inkling of my plan,
Fear not you can join the energy of the universe,
there you can become anything you think to be,
but at some time remember me.
An entity that the humons ran out of ideas for.
Sickened with anger
Riddled with rage
Where are the values? The loyalty?
Erased with youth and corrupt minds
How can I belong when my mind is so different?
Different to who they are
Different to how they see
There is no 'we', only I
For only I can truly plea for change
Only I can conjure my own faith
Through my eyes, they are all deranged
There are times when I stop for a moment
and sip at the day as if it were new
and I have just discovered something rare
and beautiful right at my fingertips.
It is a reminder that tragedy
or happiness cannot define who I am,
they can only flavour the decisions
and choices I show the disparate world.
Because life is not that complicated;
we merely need to remember to breathe
and try to leave more kindness than we take
and bring more smiles to complete strangers.
When the sky's azureness
goes dark,
it's divinity party time;
the sun is wedded to the moon.
Candles on,
stars in billions outshone.
whetstone slips
oiled motions hypnotic
the seconds weighted
flung in steady clockwork
a clasp undone
a mechanism wound
taught and crafted perfect
laughter through the dark
floor above
a green sheen dancing
beyond the curtains
beyond the hazed eyes
dreaming
a black vortex mouth
caught in the feeble light
escaping into night
brushing on the cedars
slipping limber from the
warm nigh winds
shivering in gusts
like a beast awakening
The troubled mind
seeking solitude
amidst a vast multitude,
an array of thoughts
culminate into a juxtaposition
where to emerge
remains a vision
nay confusion,
ere the sun drowns beneath the ocean
time envelopes insanity
man remains silent
in remorseful vanity
Alas!
So we meet again,
Enemy of mine.
This time you'll feel pain,
and glory be mine
Too many victories
you have stolen
Too many dreams
lay forsaken
I will break free
from the cycle of defeat
I will spit at you
as you bleed
The face that you hide
behind a veil of secrecy,
shall be revealed tonight
when I reclaim my dignity
In the stage of mind,
two mights collide
and there you'll find
Fate taking sides
I know that Im not,
the love that you want.
The butterffly effects,
a image that haunts.
The one that you think of,
even when you are not.
The love you truly deserve,
that can not be bought.
I just know these things,
are on their way to you.
Cause karma can be a bitch,
but its got your back too!!
I know you will say,
I dont want or even need.
Its nothing to be ashamed of,
and goes perfect with weed.
In life, I thought I had everything,
The answers of the heart were lost;
I deified the women of my dreams,
But Christ had paid the ultimate cost.
Not by bread alone,
Shall I live a life again…
I manipulated other as well as myself,
The child of a King behaved so immorally;
Putting the fear of God second to all else,
I started to talk of Him without any loyalty.
Not by bread alone,
Shall I speak of life within…
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