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Take a trip into the other side.............
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My World
Time is only what you make of it. Time allows us to prepare for the truth of what is to come. We cannot allow ourselves to be controlled by time in our thoughts. Our thoughts, our experiences, our lives are ours to control. Understanding this philosophy will allow an open mind to new things, life, and experiences.
I now welcome you to join me on my journeys and adventures through a world unlike yours, unlike one that you have ever known, seen, or experienced. I will lead you through this vast wasteland of what I know, what I see, what I hear, what I feel, what I experience. This is my world.......my life.
External Flame
I sit and watch the passersby,
But am I even noticed by a bum.
Do they see me?
Do they see who I am?
Or do they see only what they want to see.
I sit in my corner alone
In a fetal position
I hold my knees with my head in between and squeeze
I rock to and fro in confusion
My tears become my bath
How can I have a heart,
If there is no one to share it with me.
Proud to be a human with dignity...? I'm not!
Always and never I wait;
Confused immorality of guards that post my gate.
I am the leader of this new land
In which retreat is not acceptable.
Please the God that is me,
Almighty in that I have bore your minds to my quality, aspects, and guilt.
Flee to me.
Rolling Wind
Hello dear child,
Virginal ghost.
Play your violin,
And toot no horn.
Feel the guilt of unseen pain
Suffer the anguish that you bring
Open wounds tell the tales of misfortune
But only the author would know them best.
Your are the chosen palette in which control is not y our own.
Brush your stroke away into the turpentine of death
Polish your knowledge as to not cower in fear.
Open your heat and soul to that which you turned your back
Bring back the soul I used to know.
Hollow Pretenses
Bring your home and family to me
Write off everything to me.
Let go of your lonely souls,
So that you may project mine through your own.
Pinch the peachy skies sunny embrace.
Chase the squirrels down the street.
Pop the pills that make you speak.
It is my gospel that you tell,
The sermon of my life.
Preach on in dignity,
With no disgrace or fear
Palette of Ruse
Dumbfounded mind to thoughts unknown
To teach of profound wisdom.
Guidance to the stars of the endless galaxy
Perform at your own expectancy
Don't reject what is not right
Reject what is believed to be right
Teach me to object to this
Palette of Ruse
phattynugz
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