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Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
All we are is a memory,
Lost in the passing of time,
Waiting to be recalled and relived.
An instant can change us,
A mind can erase us,
*But time will always hold us dear
Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
I wish to take from you everything and leave you with nothing.
Not the shirt on your back nor the shoes on your feet.
I want to strip you down to your flesh and bones
You will not thank me, at least, I do believe.

Time will pass and you will sit and wonder
How heartless was I? How cruel and so mean?
As you contemplate fault your opinions will fluxuate.
Until you see the end, the truth, the love, the freedom.

You see, free from obsession and possession there is truth.
Truth in absolution, and the absolute is nothing.
Nothing ever lasts to tell the tales of time.
So too are you, not but a mirror of the self you wish to see.

Projections of reality loom in subconscious thoughts based upon needs.
The need to survive, and to grow, and belong, and be loved,
Projecting themselves outward seeking their quickest avenue to satisfaction.
Like lightning seeks the ground, their pace is rapid and unnoticeable.

But you, you are man, doomed for failure of such unnoticed events.
Your greatest success is simply understanding the truth in you.
Nothing is as real, as concrete, as it seems to be.
In this you can truly be set at ease.
Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
A piece, a place, a part of me
The inner side you never see
My hidden strength and bouyancy
Set for the eyes of only she.
Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
One day he will be forgotten
When all is lost and trees are rotten
Leaders will conquer and fall with time
And letters accepted will soon decline
Rocks remain to date her birth,
Though none have seen a newborn earth.
The fights will last 'til her final days,
The sun will fall, and burst, and fade.
But you have lived and died and decayed,
And none can ever take that away.
Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
These People
These People
My People
These poor poor People
Your People
His People
Her People
Our People
When will they understand?
When will they learn?
Why can't they see?
Will they ever stop fighting?
I suppose not
Set apart, they fear they are,
From one another, both near and far.
You People, Good People it is time for change
But change doesn't come from teardrops on a page.
Actions are what make our decision(s) concrete
Act now or forever remain obsolete.
Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
Words are only words until made into actions,
And men only men, imagine such factions.
The potion is red, the vile is green,
When you sit on the throne what is it you seek?
Yes these words bare weight however shallow they seem.
But by measure of life, what all do they mean?
Caleb Wilcoxson Nov 2011
We speak to the rich, we speak at the poor
But while we are speaking more hit the floor.
Is life not so sacred to be shared with all,
Or is life to be commanded, to conquer new walls?
Your luxury spoils you, is money such splendor
While the weak get weaker, you curse at your blender.

When your world falls, if buries you whole
Bewitched and forgotten, have you lost your soul?
The weak will revolt and pluck out your eyes
So remember your calling beneath the skies

When the sun fades away and the rains move in
When you scurry and scuffle to repent your sin.
Rememver your choice when decisions were made
To fight for a cause, or relax in the shade.
Will you fight to the death, or be handed your *****?
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