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Nothing must
ever be

or we
risk the
chance that
we may
be lost.

nor midnight

nor morning
sighs seeking

nor bleeding

to dust.

all are the
of you
I keep.

this moment
this embrace

they are
the seeds

of all
we might

Don't show me the way;
I only need your support
to find it myself.
I create a version of myself
Custom built
For every person that I meet
But for you
I was the only version
Not manufactured
That is why I don't call
That is why i don't write
My apologies.
.Loving you
Is a sinking ship
And as I bail water out
You pour bucket after bucket
Right back in

.It won't be long now till we're treading water.
 Oct 9 Sobbingsoul
All lies diminish me ---

As a card carrying member of the human race,
I consider it a disgrace,
when truth is subverted,
truth is diverted,
puts a frown on my face,
puts me in a bad place,
when truth is perverted in any way.

Lies weaken the laws of modern man--

If it's a shell game of opinion while avoiding fact,
modern society might as well take a giant step back.
To the plague days,
to the guillotine ways,
when might was right,
carry a big stick.
I dont want to go back to that.

Each lie told damages the soul ---

Are we here on earth to be false to each other,
to con with words or sister and brother? 
 To smother or dignity,  
break it and fake it,
knowing wrong from right but go ahead and forsake it?
I think no.

And the outcome of lying---

When those you trusted lie,
but don't  get busted - cry.  
Consider it the day truth died. 
 And down with the ship of truth goes honesty
                    civilization will fall.  
Tears to lend, prayers to send, 
lies will be the beginning, the middle, the end.
  Lies will be the death of us all.
You love lies and despise reality. Nothing good
or innocent appeals to you. Your mind is clouded;
your soul, black. You are on a roller coaster to Hell
but, rest assured, I shall fervently defend your right
to complete that journey!
Pavement blues
   infuse the few
   with aimless renews
      of fruitless views!

Pavement blues
   refuse the new
   with endless crews
      of wasted clues!

Pavement blues? true?
Money mourns memories
   where wars would wait!
   Hunger hurt humbled
      me midway!

Money mowed morrows
   where willows would weep!
   Blue beach beautiful,
      she still swayed!

Money moved mountains
   through turning tides!
   Wonder will welcome
      me midday!

Moments mourned money
   with waving winds!
   Blush blinked beauty
      mirrors ... midway?
Dull would be me if my soul did stop
   and take measure of time, fallacies, and lies.
Hollow would be me if my heart did crack
   and take feelings of pain, battery, and cries.
Weak would be me if my mind did sleep
   and take action on hate, preachers, and sighs.
Fallen would be me if my soul did stop ...
   but what is it to care
      if nothing, but this?
         ... not me!
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