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The art of communication has changed, rearranged, instead of "I said", its now, "I was like" instead of " I said back" it's "I turned around and said", so they are constantly turning around (for no reason) being like something (for no reason) and THEY are going to be the leaders of our world? No rhyme, no time, its all gonna be over soon.

i hide behind my rings
and shatter echoes of the things
that layed ahead of age
that we cut short with my rage.



i'm on my way, i wish you well
it's season's cast of a love spell

And It flows, stupidity, born from Who Knows?...
We write of love and sadness, afraid to be alone,
Take our Que from the past, wonder how long that
will last?....

What I tell you today is fact...honest... put in your
curriculum, you're not dumb... but...yes you are....
you believe what you are told.....studies show...
now you know.......

It's written there... how can it be wrong?....a equals
b..indeed... 1 by 1 is 1....? how can this be?
Multiplication?....

Degenerate, lose the ability, follow that star, any star,
green is blue, black is white, day is night, what was wrong
is really right, whAT they say, that's what you see, inability
to be makes you NOT FREE...the WHO and the elite love your


STUPIDITY!



Regurgitate what you are told, make it fact make it so, both you
and THOSE, will never know, born to be free but lost in this reality
you become THOSE, you become the epitome of .......yes...............
.


STUPIDITY!


Just look, just once, ask and you will see, is THIS? how it was meant
to be?.. the truth is there,,,,plain to see... quiet your mind and listen,
hear your words of wisdom, follow your truth, ignore life's lies, and never
be blinded, stay true to you..... be who you want to be......
not be..... part of the......................



STUPIDITY!

The screaming hoards that invade, trying to be involved
in this history,,...noone cares about you, noone really
cares, everyone is involved in themselves, take that as
true,.... noone cares about you!.

Easy to leave it at that, but you need more, proof that
you have a life worth living.. so...what are they giving?
a promise, never fullfilled?, words?.... angry ways,,,
and you?....who are you?......


Imagine, you are unique, without the need to be anything
more than what you want to be.....to create what you want
to see?....just imagine....and then.... find yourself....
here!!!!!!!!

What makes reality real is YOU... HONESTLY.. without you
nothing exists,...do you know who you are?.... do you know
how you can take this?...how far?

NICE TO BE HERE WITH YOU.....ME!

What do poems mean,?, really?... no one reads them except for other
poem writers, tell life in their words, who cares?, spend five hours writing,
feeling, being, saying, and then...so what?....

I feel you?,,, I know... are you finished?...is it my go?...my turn to write?
I will talk about the stars, talk about life's beauty, my life's misery,
but, will you ever see?......never.......ever......

You can't,,....you never will...be,, anything more than.... what you
feel and what you see.... and life continues to be..... truthfully,,,,,,
all about you......and me!

It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy,

Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should,
suddenly the world, is clear as mud,

No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be,

Laugh today, cry tomorrow, happiness then sorrow,

A roller coaster of emotion, that's life, life in motion!

"father's fly me strength of two
all wars are old yet I am new"

the trees will bud bodies without any eyes
as the calm before battle sleeps in the skies

its beyond my arm what faces us friend
but into the maelstrom we soon will descend

the weight of my axe the blood of my kin
before the dawn they'll be wearing my skin

but I will snarl at the gates of this hell
and I'll take some demons with me as well

death comes but once to the brave
but to them without courage

it makes them a slave

Is the honesty of what could be a painful reminder of what you see?
Is the truth of life to hard to bear? Can you be what you want to be?
Is the way forward easier, for you to see, never looking back, never
being there, being you and taking care, and tomorrow is a new day,
Don't see it different, don't see a way, it's there, it's here, come
what may.

And tomorrow will be, oh yes, with or without you or me, its strange to see, such continuity, but that is the way, come what may, when playtime ends, it's goodbye my friends.