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 Sep 2014 Bobbie Leigh Nelson
BG
five* for the people who torture with ease
four for the ones who pretend they don't see
three for the ones who believe what they say
two for my 'friends' who just walked away
and then there's the one who will never be free
*one is the number that stands for me
 Sep 2014 Bobbie Leigh Nelson
BG
how did you not notice the lack of smiles?
they've been gone,
hardly seen for a while.

how did you not notice the silent air?
the inhumane peace,
the ice-cold stare.

how did you not notice the bloodshot eyes?
from up all nights,
from desperate cries.

how did you not notice the lack of soul?
the once beating heart
has resulted to coal.

how did you not notice my wearing away?
you didn't care,
nothing more to say.
As humans, we are quite thoughtful
Given such a beautiful and powerful mind
Yet we aren't trained to utilise its magnificence
So at certain times we tend to overthink the awful
And dwell on all that we know
If only we had continued to explore as children
O' I wonder what is there to find
In our society though, conforming is virtue
So what fate will befall me if I stray far from the collective mind?

We speak of the Unknown as if we know it
It's majesty forever lost in a fugazi
Our own little lie in our own little world
Try as we might she remains unknown
A wonder untold, a joint unrolled
And as her mysteries unfold
She reveales herself again as we had always known
Unknown

The essence of something is Nothing
The essence of thought is Being
For it could not exist without it
Without silence, sound would not be
Without space, matter would not be
It is the home of awareness
It is everlasting abundance
It is the beginning and the end
This is a tribute to the man
who believed in me and told me,
"Fly. Spread your injured wings. I wanna see you
F##king soar!"*

I've woke up everyday dreading life as it ignored me
seeing the different views and points I realized living is scary.
I've thought of giving up not once,
but twice or more sounds like it
but I never gave in to the sleep I was promised
I fought it like I was crazy.

I thought I'd get high for once and stay at home relaxing
sleeping through the pills I entered the world of virtual living.
But that wasn't enough to rid me of Earth
the core hauled me back into reality.
My mind ceased to think
and my thoughts, they turned into veggies.

But thank you, sir, for the fuel I'm ready to go
for once in a lifetime now I surely know
where to go from here, the direction to face
no matter the consequence that lies in place
I've learned to follow the calling of my heart
ignoring the cries of the world when I depart.

The journey is the struggle between two realities
finding what to bring, what to leave behind, that is my identity.
The puzzles that fit will find their way
to fill in the road that isn't my escape
but rather to help me along the journey to Destiny.
But just like Cinderella's shoe
if it don't fit, it's not for me.
This is my world now.
Last words with her,
So indifferent, so short,
The spoken tongues lashed
Indecipherable, unearthing
Doom, whitewashing the truths,
Forgotten blues of California sky,
Abandoned in that glean, garish glare
Of yellow sun,
            Fearing naught, the dark moon
Would soon arrive, taking place of all
Our glazed, lost, light.

— The End —