daniel-gerson - Hello Poetry

I have my course and destination, A plan to save this dying nation called the self. One moment, one lie. One atonement, one sigh of straight sorrow. Tomorrow brings a new dawn to carry on truth And in that we find peace of mind with the loss of youth. Are you ready to lose everything? Everything is not lost. There is always fluid continuity as we pass to and from the present. Descend now. Repent now. Live now.

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May 15, 2010

May 15, 2010 at 2:51 AM UTC

daniel-gerson

Live Now

I have my course and destination, A plan to save this dying nation called the self. One moment, one lie. One atonement, one sigh of straight sorrow. Tomorrow brings a new dawn to carry on truth And in that we find peace of mind with the loss of youth. Are you ready to lose everything? Everything is not lost. There is always fluid continuity as we pass to and from the present. Descend now. Repent now. Live now.

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I fight it. It's a failing battle. It always wins. The machine will never break down. The cogs that break are ever so easy to replace.

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May 15, 2010

May 15, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC

daniel-gerson

Machine

I fight it. It's a failing battle. It always wins. The machine will never break down. The cogs that break are ever so easy to replace.

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Blind in the dark, running forward with conviction Certain of prediction to become truth, My sight is limited - stinted - narrowed - tunneled. Words spell out fear. Alone in the dark, running out of time, Divine hope comes crashing and crumpling to a halt. My mind tells me it's just fell deeds of fallacy, But repetition turns into tendency. Tendency to history. History to human nature.

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May 15, 2010

May 15, 2010 at 1:47 AM UTC

daniel-gerson

Prayer

Blind in the dark, running forward with conviction Certain of prediction to become truth, My sight is limited - stinted - narrowed - tunneled. Words spell out fear. Alone in the dark, running out of time, Divine hope comes crashing and crumpling to a halt. My mind tells me it's just fell deeds of fallacy, But repetition turns into tendency. Tendency to history. History to human nature.

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Heaven divided Culture quieted Society blinded. We come and go, nomadic Sporadic indifferent decayed souls False in virtue Paying toll for our sins. Your blood runs thick My ink leaves sinking hearts awaiting pain Enduring no salvation. A broken promise you cannot complete Will haunt your soul, a melody Inescapable, immeasurable, immaculate in design.

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Apr 9, 2010

Apr 9, 2010 at 1:07 AM UTC

daniel-gerson

A Broken Promise

Heaven divided Culture quieted Society blinded. We come and go, nomadic Sporadic indifferent decayed souls False in virtue Paying toll for our sins. Your blood runs thick My ink leaves sinking hearts awaiting pain Enduring no salvation. A broken promise you cannot complete Will haunt your soul, a melody Inescapable, immeasurable, immaculate in design.

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Sitting quivering, Scared and pretentious be false heroes. Zero talent save with words of malicious incinerating intent Seamless is our great divide from sanity And so it will be now and forever more As it has always been A festering mess of disgrace and distress Lead by a dream Betterment for all at the cost of freedom The vanity grows thick from this sickness And high on lies do our prophets guide us Further into darkness Suicide silence The inexplicable cure to immeasurable pain The rain falls to the ground In puddles of blood, muddied and decayed Flawed, and disarrayed.

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Mar 23, 2010

Mar 23, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC

daniel-gerson

A Tragedy Known To All

Sitting quivering, Scared and pretentious be false heroes. Zero talent save with words of malicious incinerating intent Seamless is our great divide from sanity And so it will be now and forever more As it has always been A festering mess of disgrace and distress Lead by a dream Betterment for all at the cost of freedom The vanity grows thick from this sickness And high on lies do our prophets guide us Further into darkness Suicide silence The inexplicable cure to immeasurable pain The rain falls to the ground In puddles of blood, muddied and decayed Flawed, and disarrayed.

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