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Sep 2019 · 152
My Confession: To Me
Austin Cole Sep 2019
To whom do you pray to when you need a miracle
I pray to me; For I have the vision to see
To each their own, and I am not spiritual
Luckily, we get to choose what we believe

There’s comfort in placing your life in a higher power
There’s danger in giving up the reins
There’s peace in indulging the finest flower
A doomed planet does not change

When you look to solve mysteries-
Don’t look too far
There are innocents in cemeteries
Only God knows where they are

I find it hard to fathom that we are who we imagine
I can’t believe I must beg for mercy to live justly
I wish I could live in a hole at Bag-End
I wish I could live anywhere but here; mostly

Next time you fold your hands
I want you to remember my words
Do you really think there’s a man,
Controlling you from another world?
I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.. this is just how I see it.
Sep 2019 · 64
Until the End
Austin Cole Sep 2019
I’ve got all that I need
I’m living in a dream
I’ve seen my own nose bleed
More times than I want to believe

I’ve been running away
In one place I find it hard to stay
Everyone decays the same way
Why would you rush to the grave,
you’ve still got more to live
How could your family ever forgive,
you for just what you did
How could you ever live again,
when you’ve lost all your friends.
What’s the point to race,
when you’re more safe
at your own pace.
How could you be in first,
or even last place?
You’re alone in a wall-less maze
You alone, know the way.

Stand up and face your fears,
Always remember to pick and choose your peers
And when you look in the mirror
Accept whomever appears
But be weary of your leers,
And how you really appear-

The only way to win,
is to live until the end.
Caution when you begin,
Until you full-send
Remember with each grin,
the life that you’re in
will ultimately end
Sep 2019 · 53
Hell away from Home
Austin Cole Sep 2019
Home from hell I said I’d prevail
I stayed out of jail
But from the hospital I had to be bailed
Everyone says that I failed
I see them now- how their faces have paled
Now raise your head and yell
Cry out that I fell
Catch a clock in the mail
And I’ll see YOU in hell

When I was gone I heard how you talked
You can **** a **** and a rock-Jayhawk Chalk
I don’t like how you talked
Got my mom worried in and out
Just from the word flood out your mouth
Give me quiet and a drought
Or I’ll lay my new plan out
You hear what I’m talking about?

Went behind whose back?
You must be slick like a tac
Or another sheep in the pack
Now look down the path
Of chaotic aftermath
Witness my wrath
I said that I’m back
And that’s a matter of fact

Whose got a point to prove to who?
Not me; doesn’t look good for you
Your life exists within in a rues
Relevancy fading like a bruise
Yes- I’m still referring to you
Huh? What’s that? My face turned blue?
This is the mask that’s gonna haunt you
From now until the end-
Might I mention my friend,
When I take it off you begin; decomposition
For putting me in the position I’m in
I wear my sins with a grin
It’s the mood that I’m in
You thought I’d lose but I’ll win
Over and over- again and again

Pick a pole and pay the toll
As my mind unrolls
Like Plato’s scrolls
Legends untold
Hunter S Thompson’s nose
From a night of new lows
Under his eyes imprinted feet of crows
They think that his weakness is blow
But is that what you’ve been told?
Play your cards or fold
Your acts are cold
Leave if you wanna grow old
Now live a life of your own
And leave me the **** alone
Or you’ll be the next one that I own
You’re done with a heartless tone
Now awake- your new clone
You can call Hell your new home
Now I grin and I moan
Can you see the set that I’ve shown?
Will you continue to block my own phone?
Or will you pick at this new bone?
Vindictiveness is my tone
Like I said- to each his own
Awake as I drop this microphone
I spent a 6 day stint in a mental hospital.  When I was gone, some people said some untrue things about me.  Some of it hurt; I used the rest to make this
Austin Cole Sep 2019
‘Twas break of day when our thirteen marched away
Stood tall did all their party in the soft warm glow
Twelve dwarves rode and their thief strode, to make the dragon pay
The subtle breeze whispered of vengeance and the falling of their foe

Gandalf in hand an Elvish blade and a staff of wizard rage
In front of he scores of corpses bleed and mercy is begged for at his feet
The evil at bay has gone away, our savior close behind to save the day
In hopes of all the evil will fall and the dragon will soon be slain

Our heroes unite to prepare the fight when the Evil Smaug takes his flight
The folks of Dane shriek in disdain as their homes and family burn
There in the sky a cross bolt flies, can it be true, can a dragon die!
A shadow falls from above so high, the Bane of Dane has lost his life

An evil falls, the eagles call as the dragon fell so hard
From this tale a true hero prevailed, and his name is King Bard
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien has always been a personal favorite of mine.
Austin Cole Sep 2019
A Mountain stood above a Snake, a helm of gold veiled his ghastly face
The little Snake picked up his head. and this he said, I’m not afraid to die
For I will sink my fangs in you and today I decide my fate
A strike from I will leave you dead, you’ll be remembered by a mournful cry

Blocking out the sun, the Mountain’s sword fell and swung
Striking left and right came a fight or flight position for our friend
The Dwarf yelled, “Oh no, I’ll be ****** I’ll be hung!”
But the Viper perilously brought forth the mountains end

Now quietly in the courtyard, Lord Twyin looks on thee
The accused has been convicted of treason and a greater crime
From his chains Tyrion makes no escape for he knows his last breath he’s breathed
A man stands to **** his son, and slaughter like rancid swine

But when our prince ****** his poisoned spear into our villain ‘ere
The Mountain couldn’t lonely die-
He wrapped his hands around our friend
And he squeezed tightly from each eye

A trial was to be decided on the mournful day
A winner was undecided but lifeless, our competitors lay
This is my summarization of the legendary trial by combat where Prince Oberyn and Ser Gregor Clegane met their fates.
Sep 2019 · 50
Ascension into Greatness
Austin Cole Sep 2019
How high must we climb to satisfy our needs?
Is it ‘giving up’ to settle before the tallest peak?
It’s easier to fall where the stars and top meet
This breathtaking view will sweep you off your feet

We lose sight of our start and finish lines when we trek on this plight
Some are frozen in time along the way
Keep your motivation in mind and flap your wings into flight
The price may prove too heavy to pay

Lose yourself or achieve greatness;
Why does it have to be this way?
It’s okay to be great with patience
The toll fee is cheaper to pay

Climb or fall-
Will you risk it all?
Sep 2019 · 58
Ladder
Austin Cole Sep 2019
What is a man who holds his hand, when it’s time to play his cards
For a man who lives without a plan is nay a man a’tall
And in the life of a goalless man, you’ll never get too far  
When said a man can stand no more, he totters then he falls

Upon the tallest ladder is where you can find me
Rungs in both hands and under toe!
But when you’re on this ladder do you see your hands, or do you see your feet?
To see me you ought not look down below

For I atop this ladder stand, I made it here, I followed my plan
You’re close to the top, don’t give up, don’t stop
Look up in the sky, I’m waiting for you to take my hand
Lest loose your fear, it’s the promise land, we’ve made it to the top

This new world is yours- have fun, stay young;
But when you close your eyes don’t forget where it begun,
Cuz’ when you were on this ladder you swore you’d never forget a rung
You started as nobody and now you are someone
Sep 2019 · 75
Opportunities
Austin Cole Sep 2019
There comes a time in life, when you are presented with a chance
It’s okay to hesitate for there is much to contemplate
There comes a time in life when you may pause to take a glance,
Fear not to lose your way for there is guidance in this maze

Through tunnels and dark rows you may wander with weary strolls
You won’t lose sight, other senses will follow the light
Over mountains and out of holes, you’ll boldly strive to achieve your goals
It takes some time and an eager mind to venture on this plight

At the end of this endeavor awaits for you a priceless treasure  
A jewel so fine it may even blow your mind
You may cash in now or add to it forever
Behold a life for you, that’s blissful and divine

Be forewarned- it’s a perilous journey, and it does get rather lonely
Head up, eyes open to look for me
You’ll persevere, it’s a skill that you own wholly
Release your energy, and lastly let yourself believe
Sep 2019 · 64
Views
Austin Cole Sep 2019
Though it may prove misconstrued
I have a view
You could be misconstrued too,
But like me, you have a view

So seek clear perceptions and learn valuable lessons
Don’t hate, discriminate or labor under overcompensation
Release negative energy through micro aggressions
Bad thoughts pollinate and eradicate bias based, abhorrent conversation

Reconcile for awhile-
Innocent until proven otherwise in a trial
What could be worse than a judge in denial?
Realizing you’re serving a self-sentenced exile

I’ve escaped a prison with nay a window,
How my view has enhanced; after my crescendo
Sep 2019 · 81
Choose Your Own Adventure
Austin Cole Sep 2019
Dates change and days stay the same
Black as pitch sets in each night
Memories flood like blankets of rain
Darkness always ends by light

Is time a segment or a line?
Does it travel in one, inevitable direction?
What happens to time, when we die?
Does it abide by the same mortal infliction?

What does it mean; when time runs out?
How do you stop the show from being over?
I’d rather live timeless, than in a mental drought
Does the timeline move? Is that how we get older?

Can we only travel one way?
If two, what to choose?
Only you can say-
Backwards? Sure. What’s there to lose?

Down this lane we relive our best days-
Down this way, we re-endure our worst
One extreme price is due to pay-
Ejecto seato doesn’t work in a hearse

So what will it be, Traveller?
Will you set cruise, and write the end you choose?
Will you relive days of the same?
Or will you strive to make great memories, anew?
Sep 2019 · 64
Summer Fell
Austin Cole Sep 2019
Summer fell and arose; my demise
Vibrant green is replaced by dead leaves
Friends that laughed now secretly cry
The herbal tree lacked the rush that I fiend

Foliage falls and skies pale
Daylight is rushed by the setting sun
It’s hard to pretend I won’t fail
The next phase of my life has begun

Dedication is hard to maintain in such a busy brain
Winds gust, gentle breezes blow
How much longer until the rain?
Turns white and covers me in snow

Winter is hard to face in solitude
My mind and body lust love
The battle wavers; my thoughts misconstrue
No light shines down from above

Still I stand; hunched and incomplete
I shudder at the growing pile-
Of freezing snow building at my feet
No longer I labor in denial

What I failed to leave in the past
I now welcome as an old friend
Live free and die fast
Live like you’ll never live again
Sep 2019 · 193
Summers’ Fall
Austin Cole Sep 2019
In the midst of Summers’ Fall, I’ve finally heard our great Lords call.
Thru trial and error, o’er many seasons filled with all weather, today I triumph upon my darkest endeavor.
From His words, though formerly neglected, I’ve come to learn my fate has not yet been infected.
The disease of which I speak, that makes my nose bleed and keeps me on my feet has been vanquished and suffers a complete defeat.
Shrouded and veiled behind an eternal void of pitch I shall arise to greet thee in a new world filled with great tree and settle peacefully in my new niche.
In the world that He’s created there’s a picture that I’ve painted, my best days to come and I will indeed be acquainted, with gracious acceptance my heart has been inflated.
I foresee a new destiny, where there was White there is Green. What future was unseen I now see through an eye oh so keen.
In the midst of Summers’ Fall, today I stand confident and tall.

— The End —