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When I first began
I was a human

I learned to fit in
And became a reflection

I started to fall
Now I'm a shadow

I see the ground coming up fast
Soon I'll be just *
nothing
 Jul 2015 harmony crescent
Matt
All I can do
Is tell people

What I know
In my gut

What I feel
In my spirit

America is a wicked
And corrupt land
With a faltering economy

America you have lost favor
With the Almighty

Your corrupt leaders
And financial system

You ****** millions
Of unborn

The Lord is angry

This nation will collapse
The Lord judge this land

I don't care how many people
Say America's great power
And wealth will always endure

They said that of Rome as well

The Lord will be with
His people

When He judges
This wicked land

Have mercy
On me Oh Lord
A sinner
And help me
To be there
For my family
When it all collapses
 Jul 2015 harmony crescent
Matt
A lonely man
Sits in his chair

Hugging his pillow
Feels good

It's just a pillow
I know

But I'll pretend it
Is a loving person

A loving man or woman
It feels good to hug someone

Even if that "someone"
Is a pillow

I know it's a bit sad
But it is the reality
One day you're here,
the next day there,
No connection
between the two
but you.

Not like a boat
leaving the dock
and having the
shorelines fade
slowly away

Not like an airplane
above it all
when it all becomes so
small,
Until landing
brings it back up
to size,
Not like that at all.

Not like watching
them waving,
Fading away
as you drive down the street.

Yesterday at work,
In love,
Home with your parents,
Your spouse,
Your children

Today it's not present at all,
Whole ways of being,
Don't dissolve,
The program changes,
Lights on,
Lights off,
Maybe a flash
in-between,
But that's all,
can you tell me, my friend,
What does it really mean?

Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
I guess we are not all three,
The present is not a flow.

Just you and me now,
As we go.

All is
this composition book
in front of me,
With one more period
to go.
I sat on the log as uneven as it was. My cold blue eyes were set on the dancing flames infront of me. The stories from my past played out as I watched the flames create new stories I could only immagine. As I watched my past unfold infront of me, my eyes began to fill up with tear. Tears of joy and hope. Tears of sadness and frustration. Suddenly, the flames began to grow engulfing my past and burning it to ashes. I slowly opened my eyes to see a small crackling fire infront of me, an austic guitar let out a simply beautiful tune. I sat there somehow forgetting my past, my eyes set on the dancig flames.
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