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Aaron Curry Feb 2016
I'll spend it in half
No point
Golden toy
Let me be
Who I'm not
To provoke
What I want
And protect
What is left
Of this race
In this place
Where we ****
Just to drill
And deny
That we die
And leave all
This behind
Without giving
A ****
And vote in
The corrupt
To unjust
Shut us up
From exposing
The truth
That God
Is in you
And deny us
Our power
Right now
Is the hour
And today
Is the first
To obey
Or emerge
As divine-lit community
Oneness and unity
Unlock who you are
And embrace this...
Release yourself from the matrix.
Aaron Curry Jul 2015
One? Two? Three?
Or is it Four?

All of them wide open, infinite doors.

Some ahead call me, some already
chose.

Though past their light still shimmers,  
never really close.
Doors Infinite Possibilities Past Present Future
Aaron Curry Apr 2015
I am the hunter left on deck
To watch over this train wreck
Judgement tries to pierce my armor
But I could never ever harm her
I'll be here, each day
Loyal to her in every way
This attraction is beyond skin deep
My heart I gave her to keep
Perhaps this charade won't always last
And I can be future, present,
Proud of the past
Aaron Curry Apr 2015
I wonder what the point is
And who is getting off...
Truth be told
Credit to you, I owe
To lead me down this painful road
With daggers bearing your initials
Perhaps one day I'll realize
That you are not a worthy prize
Perhaps you are no good for me
Aaron Curry Apr 2015
It came to end
Suppose you could say
Delivered by friend
In a delicate way
No harsh intent
Or gloating prowess
Just time well spent
And heartache suppressed
I've fallen before
And quickly back up
Today, I'll be on the floor
Eyes shut, without interrupt
Aaron Curry Apr 2015
I suppose I've done it to myself
Every action has a counter action
How could I achieve progress with her
When I put my own in reverse
I am not lacking hope or lust
Perhaps what followed is just
My own worst enemy
Is me, minus self love
Aaron Curry Apr 2015
Never been one for dancing
Although by now I'd be quite good
From watching you all these years...

But I could never cut in
It just isn't my style
Or maybe I'm just paralyzed
By this sirens smile
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