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With life not yet long and with it bare with life strung along and with it there without the semblance of a care because we can breathe in easier the air because we've had life all along and life shall be long.
Solace
Do not leave when the light does not shine. There are many hiding in the shadows. So do not go, when the light is not mine.
Back to the grind, but not back to them, will you go. Do not leave when the light does not shine.
They'll wring your skin for a mere dime. Keep them at a distance and blow for blow. So do not go, when the light is not mine.
They'll try to lure you outside, there is much to be had from you. Do not leave when the light does not shine.
They want you, they want you sublimed but they don't understand what you are to me. So do not go, when the light is not mine.
I'll love you until the end of time, even if you ignore this warning and leave. Do not leave when the light does not shine. So do not go, when the light is not mine.
No Beat
The flower is not meant to live past very much at all. It is a symbol of life that does not last. But it still tries because if your heart is pure, it will live, but if your heart is ugly, it dies.
Verisimilitude
A winner is not a winner if he beats on that title and course. A sinner is not a sinner if he has remorse. A fire is not a fire if he refuses to burn his flame. A liar is not a liar if his falsehood and truth are the same. A reason is not a reason if it cannot compel. A season is not a season if it cannot against time dispel. And a loser is not a loser if he can say, "They loved me."
as i am departing, i leave you with this song
I'm glad that I am and that you are with me and am I ever thankful that our feet picked up when we ran far away, down and along that street. The heads upon our shoulders are gold and grand for you lift my heart, from under boulders, with but one hand. But now, in Time's shadow do we lurk, dreading its poisonous fog. If ever I breathe that murk and ingest that smog then you'll cease, nothing to be or do. So I'll swallow my fate, think of you, and keep my breath abate.
Apophis
In the night, all the people are awake with worry. In the night, all the children are asleep with none. In the night, all the lovers, they play with it. In the night, all the fears, they become real. In the night, all the minds build better for tomorrow. In the night, all the choices don't merit their consequence. Because in the night, we are free.
Nest
If I was to find me, myself alone then it is something not much I would mind loneliness, that dark shadow over me because it takes all sorts and every kind to invest in such that piece of a stock whose plummeting is far too overdue. Not to worry, I'll keep it under lock though, a guardian of secrets in you. But for every misdirection I take, you must take and serve a burden equal to the struggling I'll impose, wrath I make, foul cut on the throat, all this and more I'll do over again, until it consumes you.
Guilt's Ammunition
Whenever I go out all the kids and folk are jealous and shout their anger at being broke for they believe it is I, me who is to blame for all their poverty and unabashed shame. They want my life but they don't realise the uptake of people who'd easily pull a knife and push and push and shove me until I break. It's not really my fault but I can't keep from feeling this, this deep and underlying ravenous guilt that eats away at me, makes me long for the bullet's kiss.
Brain Damage
Her actions and words might not always agree with the thoughts in her head but, at the least, they are hers.
The Paradox of Puddles
Even in the shallow things, you can get deepest meaning.
It's a Bit of a "Hm?"
I wish you could see my face, then you'd know my sincerity but if all you have are my words in place, then your doubts increase with severity. Anything I can do to put them at rest, allay, away, you know I'd do it, and I'd do it best.
Ode
If you’ll allow me, I’d like to tell you of a few things, ones that if you were born too recently, you may have difficulty grasping. You see, the world wasn’t always so technologically advanced and there were more colors on the earth than just a decaying brown and more in the sky than a murky polluted blue that looks more like a perpetual cloud of ruin hanging overhead, casting its shadow despairingly on a race that betrayed its trust. You’ve probably never heard of purple or orange; especially if you’re further from The Center which was once a great city of promise. The most exotic colour those folk have seen is likely a teal blue in a rare and unused reservoir of water. But I imagine you’re probably thinking, “What does this old piano think it’s doing? Trying to talk to me about colour when it’s nothing more than black and grey, or is that white?” Well, I’ll tell you. You have all made a dreadful mistake; one erroneous and terrible. I fear you won’t be around much longer to continue making mistakes if you do not amend your actions.
Value
Relax and then die. Don't fret. The place you leave here will be filled. Bloom slow.
Speech
In between this sentence, I've left a semblance of the intelligence and ignorance I left with you, you left with me another mood to be as everything is left to remembrance and emotion is the existence of every apprehension in this very sentence.
You're Not As Alone As You Think
It's hard to be mad, upset, when you're already insane, southward and bad. Mind will never mend, an atrophy of the brain.
L
I'm not spring, I can't be warm or smile like the flowers or be as subtle as the early morning breezes.
No music in my eyes sing, or frigid winds in my ears swarm with a distortion of our hours and every one of my words, on lips, freezes.
I'm not saying I'm not willing to try because for you, I'd do everything. You know I'm nowhere near spring, but I could be, if you'd like.