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Try Mar 8
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that devil in-disguise
with fluent rhymes
able to infiltrate ones minds eye
indifferent to anothers life
paying a high price just to say a live
many say he is blind
to focused on their own grind
though they always seem to claim their prize
a vice to them filled with compromise
denial does not lead to the conclusion
yet brings new adventure
as eyes close
venturing off to the astrals
where conversations and meetings are held
violence is quelled
to wake to a new day with orders to follow
much more is possible when ones 3rd eye is opened
a portal to new opportunities arise
a new prize for this devil in-disguise
to become entwined within
thus is the way of
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Try Mar 8
a world thats still learning,
a world that is in decay,
a world that knows not where it began,
a world full of misconceptions,
a world where imagination fuels progress,
a world where the veil has yet to be removed,

generation after generation we still find more to fill
in our text books, and note books too the brim,
so much knowledge yet to be portrayed in various ways.

the fall of empires, industries that once thrived, now dwindle away
into the abyss, did they really exist or just another figment of another's imagination?

so much debate on where it all began, never knowing when time began,
yet always hopeful to find the point of origin.

news channels, search engines, even basic television shows, portray on that of what one wants you to see, taken with a grain of salt and benefit of the doubt,
many come to their own conclusions while others dive deeper into the rabbit hole.

ones dreams come a reality once pen hits paper, and from paper comes discussion and ideas are formed, plans are made, and action is later on taken,
new inventions and forms of entertainment, progress that keeps the cogs of the war machines turning.

to some we live in peace and harmony, to others its hidding and avoiding the onslaught on violence that terrorizes them day and night, hoping for a day of peace, or at least a bit less blood shed and loved ones becoming lost ones.
Try Jan 2
as the pens ink meets blank paper,
a deal is made,
a price is paid,
tears rolling down my face in shame,
was not aware of the price that would be paid,
if one could turn back the clock,
would you still strike the same deal?
Try Dec 2018
To day of all days
All I can think about
Is how I almost died
Today 2 years ago.....
Try Dec 2018
Slip sliping away
Hide away
My pain
At the back of
My closet
Dwelling in my pain
All the hurt and wrong
Done on to me
Screeming for them to leave me be
To let me be me
still thankful of those who foiled my plan
And boy was it grand
Instead I sat in the grandstands at Contact 2013,
Vancouver BC
Combating a invisible disease
To where everyday
It’s hard to breath
Still I stand tall
With the ball in my court
Not going to port
To where attempt number 3
Takes place
Instead a
Near death experience at sea
Thanks carnival
50 bands
Taken away from me
All in order to save me
From myself.

Thank You Chase for always being there for me in dark times.
Thanks for not letting me have 50bands to just end it all with it.
Thanks to you a known time and predreamt dreams all come to be and continue to do so.
Thanks for showing me the lighter side of life to where every day is a good day.
I love you bro,
Always


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I got my issues to combat
Family that’s now astranged
Disowned for not being a hard enough worker in my parents eyes
Though having a invisible disease made it difficult to keep active
Chronic fatigue from chronic pain
Made working I don’t even know how many times harder.
Try Dec 2018
tomorrows,
morals,
lead to future sorrows,
rather remain swimming in the oceans corals,
then open up the next portal,
into anothers world.

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Try Dec 2018
its just another day,
nothing special,
same old irregular weather,
still thinking about your sister,
and how i filled her,
glazed her,
her flavor,
something i still savor,
so unpredictable,
she is,
captivated with every glance,
10 for 10,
every time,
in the clothes she designs,
a queen who reigns on high,
high on her own supply,
no surprise,
it was her demise,
the one tie she couldn't cut,
she was nothing special to me,
until she was gone....


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don't let the ones you got close to you slip away from you into the dark abyss.
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