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We lie to ourselves
Like our eyes cant see
What our hands are doing
Like our ears cant hear
What our mouths are saying
Perceptions are deviations
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I would give my life
for anyone of you
I need no course of heroism
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Don’t Forget Me

Listen closely the stars are singing.
Take a moment to be still; the earth waits.
If your trying to move, try first to stop.
Life moves only for those who have desire.

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Concise Confidence

Taking chances on a midsummers eve.
I can only see what my mind lets me dream.
I am an unending plain of true desire and passion.
This is something that I reign, but try to show to you.
I am only so much a man as life allows me to be.
Still I can laugh at the days of old and revel in the times of new.
I trust my intuition enough to bring me here right now.
I hope my intuition has led me true; because I am here now.

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I sit,
or rather
I lay here
in silent
“How could it be
like this?”
“It is the way;
the way of the world”,
he says to me.I just dont feel;
I just dont feel
In truth I just feel
I continue though.
It is all I can do.
I just want
to make it
out alive.


Sky and Wind

I saw your face in a new light today.
I looked into a mirror I did not know of.
A glimpse of former verity is enough.
Deep down who are you? Brief is your view.
Is chasing rabbits a task for the foolhardy?
Is looking at the sky in wonderment childish?
I grow beyond my roots to touch my wonder.
Life is for merriment, intelligence, and love;
To reach for the sky and wind up lost in the clouds.

I Heard Heaven Sing

Am I in love or is this just addiction?
Am I above sorts of self-infliction?
People and places all similar faces.
Is there a drawing point on this canvas?
Is there beyond reckless abandon?
Nighttime compromises, this is what life is?
How do I hold on to truth?
I cannot grow beyond my roots.
Further becomes forever?
What is there left for me to do?
Shapes exist for only me to prove.
Destination unknown?
Tributary commonplace of people,
Oh how we mount our steeple.
Can I meld, should I tell?
Unlimited signs and ample situations,
This is mine, my interpretation.
Tell me anything.
I heard heaven sing.