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THE MOTION OF THE MOVEMENT
THE MOVEMENT OF THE BEAT
ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND ANGRY
PEOPLE MARCH THE STREET
SINGING OUT SLOGANS
OF CORRUPTION AND DECEIT
BY THE GOVERNMENT AND ITS LAWS
AND THE GOVERMENTAL
BULLY BOY WHORES..
LINING THEIR POCKESTS
WHILE THE POOR GO HUNGRY
AND IN DESPERATE NEED..
CALLING FOR JUSTICE
AND THE END OF GREED..

Line by line I set here, thinking of the next word. backspace, bacespace, that wasnt the one. what will they think, or am I just A LIE?
why does it come so hard, this line that I want to write?
who reads this crap anyway, you do.
must I need to satisfy you in someway, or
is it my own that im looking for?
were is the end, or do I go on?
screen stare
DELETE!

friends have become a thing of the past.
people come and people go they never last.
there around to party and have a blast.
but when you need them they disappear fast.

no more loyalty no more respect.
i was dealing with lames what did i expect.
friends and family i would neglect
and my bad choices their lives it would affect.

Ive fulfilled everyone''s worst fears.no more hugs and no more cheers,just drugs and way to many beers
.i dont know whats going on in this brain. its caused tears and its caused pain.i think im going insane its hard to maintain,why am i out control with nothing to gain,tears flow like rain,Ive become a runaway train,move out of my way before you become one big blood stain

This is so much like prayer...
I don't know if you are recieving this,
if you are acknowledging this, or if you even care...
An so much like scripture...
Expecting action from thoughts expressed,
And, instead, accepting actions of thoughtlessness.
Still, even at this age, I tend to believe what people say.
ignore the complexities and idocyncracies that personalities possess,
ignore my lack of appeal,
the result of being adored by the one thing I know surely comes from Heaven.
And so, it seems, hand in hand naivete and idealism cloud what should
be considered as wisdom, thus dis-allowing judgement a proper arena to affect
itself to any real significance.
And somewhere between reason and aspiration a fractured existence sustains itself by
the strength of it's own acknowledgement. And, herein, incident and happenstance ebb
and flow occasionally depositing into pools of fate, from which something
even greater, may spring. And it is from this slight chance
that faith, hope, prayers, and desires dare their presence upon the vastness of such an
unequal balance.
And so I listen to the Siren songs, get distracted by shiny things, and believe cosmetics,
powders and scents, are as natural as rain and sunlight. I revel in conversations
hushed as prayer, and believe these intimacies are shrouded in something
that no two others could imagine. And so I am lulled to complaicancy by vignette memories,
smoked glass images, breath soft sounds of warm compassionate thoughts, once expressed
to the heart. Sound memories of what is not.
And, from this dull ache, I will rest....... and awaken each
morning with a prayer and promise to obey all signs, and direct a
course to acknowledge only those things affecting the one thing that matters
to my existence. The one thing I know surely comes from Heaven.

Were you left bleeding by defences
strong?,
wounded and bloody knowing not
whats wrong,
did you battle and fight standing
proudly tall?,
to lose in the end, did you stumble
and fall?,
did you do it for love with passion
with life?,
ignoring the trouble, ignoring the
strife,
did you stand against the oncoming
hoard?,
did you face the onslaught, just to fall
on your sword?
in the battle of love, in the battle
of life,
another day gone, another twist of
the knife.
how does it be this way?, another twist
in lifes play, too many endings and too
many starts, too many lost, too many
hearts,
I question it all, why is it so,,,take me
up high just to bring me down low,
a court jester or a circus clown, build
me up,,,,then knock me down,
the circle continues, it follows on, round
and round until we're gone.
Life's fortune, life's way, in the end
life has its say,
you think you decide, you think you
plan,
you're wrong of course, life controls,
because it can,
outside factors influence all, the
greatest plans crumble and fall,
life decides and there's no doubt,
you cannot win, just stumble
about,
Positive, certain, sure,,words we
use,,,in the end,,,we're bound
to lose,
no one wins this game of chance,
life decides,,, what we dance,
you set your sail, and hope and
pray, the course you steer, the
course you stay,
not always so, if the winds
change, thats where you go.

dust on fire burning self illusion.
sorry good people for my intrusion.
dark wires splinter through me like electrocution
softened by the life of loneliness and sanctuary.
touched by the solitude of love and misery.
faintly feel drained and dizzying immortality.
softly spoken and pointless fears.
that turn into execution and sorrow for years.
time is just not enough to be.
as i walk away from all the bad dreams.

~Political black veil of cloud in the sky.~




~Bentlee~

Shadows that have taken my heart,
ripping and tearing it apart.
Surrounded by your darkness and memories that we had,
Each and everyday leaving me here empty and sad!
Seating here alone looking onto the past that went so fast,
always wishing that we last longer together forever.
I dont fear death nor the judgment of others words,
dreaming of those beautiful curvy's.
My heart will always be black and rotten,
But you it hasnt forgotten!
We fell apart, maybe we should of opened our eyes from the very start,
Laying here breathless without my own heart.

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am i the raven again why do i feel that shadows are bound
to see my heart is desperate just to feel the sound
but we never touched souls so again im never found
am i the raven again am i not even a man
what should i do my friend you left
forever this moment i feel dead
and yes i am the raven again