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 Apr 2014 Mad Jones
Mike Hauser
There are so many souls
Running a muck
Out on a limb
Down on their luck
Playing with time as they try and piece it all together

Shows what can go wrong
When you try and go it alone
With only earthly ideas
Of whats going on
How can we predict our lives when we can't even predict the weather

Too many lives are like sailing ships passing by on a moonless night
Birds in search of food on a wingless flight
Trying time and time again to get it right

Out there like tall buildings in a city standing side by side
No way to run with nowhere to hide
Just empty shells with nobody inside

They tend to bend to the whim
Of society's call
Blind to the truth
Bugs in a jar
Surroundings are clear with no idea of how to get there

Without God on their side
To draw from in life
They keep running in place
They keep biding their time
No ones keeping score but the feeling is sure, they could do better

Too many lives are like sailing ships passing by on a moonless night
Birds in search of food on a wingless flight
Trying time and time again to get it right

Out there like tall buildings in the city standing side by side
No way to run with nowhere to hide
Just empty shells with nobody inside
 Apr 2014 Mad Jones
Fel
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 Apr 2014 Mad Jones
Fel
There's still something there
I lied when I had said
Nothing
But nothing
The spark that was there between us
It still exists
It is not dead
The glowing embers
Are slowly coming back to life
As we play War
And laugh at eachother's stories
These glowing embers
Will soon grow to a wildfire
And burn everything in its path
Cause the pull of out hearts
They're stretching again
The rubber bands between us
Are making us snap back together again
Dont break the elastic

Don't break me

And I promise to do the same
 Apr 2014 Mad Jones
Alexis
The world through her eyes
Was full of objects, events
Half of which she'd never care about
And the other half
Would never care about her.

The world through her eyes was
Monochrome, black and white.
Everyday the same painful,
Torturous routine called life.

The world through her eyes
Was colourful, too.
Filled with a rainbow of personalities and characters
She would never become.

The world through her emerald green eyes.

Everything was beautiful, fascinating,
Other than herself.
An evil arrow
Pierces my soft vocal strings
Homicidal cold.
 Apr 2014 Mad Jones
Xyns
I'm bleeding out
Almost empty



You spite me
You tried to **** me



Sorry, I should have told you
I'm immortal



I bathe in blood
Drink the souls of those who fail



I created evil
Gave birth to fear



Yet, you think it's simple
To end me here?



Hear that ringing in your head?
That's a sign



Soon enough, I'll have your life
It's mine!



I can't wait until the moment
I steal your breath



It's such a rush
My own ecstasy



Oh, don't even scream
No one cares



Not a single person will hear it
They just don't value life anymore



Haha! Isn't is funny?
It's all because of me!



Now, cry. Beg me!
I want to hear your suffering



It's nothing to be ashamed of
You were misinformed



You didn't know who I was
Now you see



Shh It's all over now
Don't worry dear


After you die
It won't sting
Confusing poems
Are too hard to really read
So I stick with these.
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