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orion-hernandez
Listen to the fascist sing "Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is god's land Soon we'll be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefather's hand" - Zach de la Rocha
Laying my ear upon a noise, so distant. Constantly shaking the walls that stand in the way of progress. All keystones withheld from view, looking over the fact my shirt’s distorting my panorama. But at last, with some aid, I’ve come across an ear’s aid. Laying this sense upon a noise, at first so distant. The walls now speaking the word that is “progress.”
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Panorama
Why falter for love? To laugh? To Create? Is it natural or something more? (As if something could be more than natural) Supernatural? Constructive logic? Why falter for love? Perhaps the risk involved is the long sheltered need for an emotional challenge. One that exceeds childhood's. The warm cushion of love seats those who brave the unknown. Those who see through the eyes of an owl. Breaking the barriers of you, that you once though absent. Absent eyes for soul's doubt. Till the day we figure it out. We question... Why falter for love?
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Through Owls Eyes
I'm dripping away, so cradle me to my haven. Drowning this scene with rock hard doubt and regret. Subtly breaking. Constantly shaking. Bleeding through mirrors, that float alongside me. Blue so dim, mind walking aimlessly to the cold, cold beat of your heart. Tracking every moment, so thinking is out of the question. A step today, lost tomorrow Consider the rain Remember to borrow Progress fixated as reversal, correlated actions. Sleep along-side your will, as it stares with brightly colored irises. An idle face of direction. No hope No faith... within himself.... This is no longer the case.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Blind-Self
To know what I mean, you must perceive life through my eyes. The event that shed light on my thoughts and wisdom, just might have pulled a shroud over your happiness. And that mountain you've overcome, has stopped me in my tracks. Then frustration occurs, and now thoughts are gathered. Sifting through memories to aid my understanding. Yet I've come to realize my overall experience is not shared. You are not my trials and I not yours. So the way I see it, is like this: We are what we feel. We are what we know. What we think is what we are. We believe what we see. We believe what we do. How we perceive makes up what we believe. A shared event gives us a closer view on what one another feels. Words can never express, more or less. Vibes are felt till the day we die. But I am not dead. And with this knowledge peers a window. One window that connects us all. And through it we can gaze upon the beauty of one mind, one consciousness and one shared event.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Shared Events
Please advise me how to live, that's just what I want. To live in fear that clutches my heart. Try to wither me, from what is real and what we forgot. We lost our will to fly. Difficult to sleep these days, so much weight to shoulder. Still manage to live. Though content, this can't be my purpose through life, my energy is pointing to the way of the wind. So I cry when I watch birds fly.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
When Birds Fly
The constant fear of pleasant shame Delay the love for pleasing them and find the love for ear's affection Play on... Create something for yourself This isn't for them Play on... Ideas are a thinkers weapon Use them till the end Better yourself, though your thouhts And never through ones request Something to prove to yourself Through this it is not the answer If you've ever had a thought Express through mind and maybe you'll find another What we used to do as a tradition Is now lost as a condition When we used to listen We now only hear This is a message
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
I'll Tell You in Another Life, When we are Both Cats
Ive watched you weap Bemoan in subtlety, without reason Attempt to give light on an obsidian subject Ive seen you bicker and cross swords A struggle felt for miles Have our confrontations meant nothing to you Does venom foreshadow death Ive seen you pass away Day by day, its all the same But am I the mad one? Questioned by clans When all I see is taunt discourse as if we're docking on long suppressed dreams If it had been somewhere else, we'd hide a fixed eye to the occasion Load the cartridge Pull the trigger Ignite cannons **** the innocence Have we lost our minds
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
Clairvoyance
Cast upon cruel two headed snakes A treason in its own right Crucified what was last seen as peacefully content The way that leads least leads best Spiteful reasoning. So fused with control of ones lost will Trek on the roads over oblivion that we embrace Labored over paintings drips down like lighting Calm as we are, tamed, timid and conditioned to follow How was I so confined, so tethered to what I was given not earned such as knowledge Gather all that is matter, all that is consciousness and breathe Take in evolving oneness within yourself, to truly fly Floating along with love as your raft.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
Turpitude
Who holds our sanctum Beat the way down Pause your doctrines, none which have been spoken crawl here Trace all wailing seirens, only to be caved in by the intensity you create Theres flaws in our shame Would you claim otherwise This bind that we've adapted to Its not the what our fathers intended We settle for **** This is more than an altercation The battered down flames that refuse to ember! Grinding gears of a cold machine, where the only glimpse of true wealth is masked in emerald greed
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
Bow to the Undermined
Am I loosing my footing Restrained from keeping blance But always seemed to see upright While we watch it all burn, all fall apart The world succumbs to waste As we sit in decency, waiting for someone or something to move us out of the slump Granted, we are the spoiled fruit Let common sense slip through our darkened hands and follow your leader to the grave We'll wash away in this If this is all we can give we will And you'll hear one less word from me.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 4:04 AM UTC
Its Open, but Now We're Lost