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Thomas Jun 2018
Surrounded by the multitudes,
Yet feel alone...
Engaged in trite narratives,
The voices merely drone....
This unquenchable emptiness,
I drown with intoxication...
Only to wake from my stupor hollower than before,
Choking on hate and distain...
Desire and ambition are smothered by pain,
As the grip tightens on the throat of my soul,
The pit in my gut grows and grows taking it's toll...
Every moment slipping deeper into the abyss,
Until nothingness is an addiction I just can't resist....
Go on existing until my last breath,
Living without life, is worse than death
Thomas Apr 2018
Minute after minute,
Time upon time...
Past loses weigh on my mind,
My only salvation is this pen on this line...

Raised to be strong,
To show not a fear...
Bury the pain,
Shed not a tear...

The soul aches with the burden,
My mind cries out for release...
But my face remains stoic,
The lips not a crease...

To scream with no voice,
This is my curse...
My only salvation,
This ink and this verse
Thomas Mar 2018
Personality like two sides of a coin,
Duplicitous in nature...
Both the cause and the cure,
This is the infinite loop in my mind,
Minute to minute for all of my time..

Serendipitous in it's naive essence,
Living for that fortunate happenstance ..
While the residue past transgressions,
Poisons future endeavors' chance...
This is the infinite loop in my mind,
Minute to minute for all of my time..

Both sinner and saint in the same line,
Posing as the executioner and the accused all in one mind..
This is the infinite loop in my mind,
Minute to minute for all of my time...

So I tread on through life,
Happiness within reach with my own hand dragging me down...
Things will be different because of the people that surround,
They give me the strength and desire  to deny my demons...
This is the infinite loop has been broken,
Which existed in my mind...
Minute to minute for all of my time
Thomas Mar 2018
Life heckles my happiness
Every positive I gain
Must be countered with a sadness
Of a loved ones torture and pain


Momentum shifts from good to bad
Each exaltation  of bliss
Is followed with an echo gone mad
A celebration, a moment to rejoice
Finds itself mirrored
With the sound of a past pain's voice


Clouded by guilt  for wanting to smile
Offering a shoulder
Holding back your my own tears
All the while


Wanting to please all and make not a foe
This task is impossible 
When my conscience is at war with my soul


To pick a path or ride the fence
Decisions, decisions,decisions
My sanity the expense


Am I asking for guidance 
Am I praying to above
Should I give into compliance
You must pay for love 
Happiness isn't Free
Thomas Mar 2018
Her voice fills my soul
with melodic harmony
Every tone, pitch, ebb and flow
A surreal tranquility


The soft, mesmerizing allure of her eyes,
Beaconing me to rest my heart there
A haven where no evils lies


The touch of her hand
Upon my head
Soothes any pain
I've ever felt
It all falls into place
In her stead
No more angst,
The uncertainty does melt


Without trying
Not an effort gained
She completes me
Without trying
This undying bliss
my heart is forever stained
When you meet your twin soul and surrender to the harmony between you both completely. You'll understand this poem. By the grace of God, I pray you all do...
Thomas Mar 2018
Your way, You stay
Never changing- No Sway
Your Say, You Slay
Head Games- You Play

I'll take it on Me...

Your feel, you peel
Fake heart- All Steel
Your deal, you kneel
My Fate- You Seal

I'll take it on me...

Your ill, you till
Innocent blood- You Spill
Your pill, you fill
No Empathy- Results Nil
I'll take it on me...
Playing around with rhyming schemes and flow.
Thomas Mar 2018
Her fingers run through my hair, bringing purpose to my life....
Old demons creep back
Only to haunt me
Igniting flames from the smoldering embers of a dark and buried past....

Her fingers run through my hair, bringing purpose to my life....

One sip, one taste, one drunk
How easy it is to crawl back into this fast.
But this only dulls the pain
This cure does not last...

Her fingers run through my hair, bringing purpose to my life....

It's unsettling to submit to the good and trusting it will last...
When in this play called life,
the part of villain is the only role
We have been cast...

Her fingers run through my hair, bringing purpose to my life...

With faith I extinguish the flames
With hope I quench my thirst
With love I allow myself a new future and with it a glorious past...

Her fingers run through my hair, bringing purpose to my life
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