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Casey McClain Nov 2012
Laying awake, a wake, my wake. Won't let them take,
something I could never fake. A pretty melody I wouldn't
try to make. Every time I'm falling down, I fall to pieces, and
break.
Casey McClain Nov 2012
Face it, we live short lives, don't wast it.
Encourage one another, and smile.
Bake a pie for a neighbor, and taste it.
Goodness becomes a habit after a while.
Changing thought patterns to better yourself
is a great practice
With goodness you can love and live with style.
Every man chooses how he marches in the parade of life
Practice goodness and I doubt you'll have much strife.
Sorry, this one is kinda "sub-par." I just felt like writing SOMETHING.
Casey McClain Sep 2012
You open fire on my smiling skull.
Why would you follow my failing pull?
So alone. So wrong!
So why even sing this mistaken song?
My failed path should not be retraced by anything but the Maker's wrath.
But do I hath anything to say to defend my choice?
Nothing that I would want to come from my voice.
Casey McClain Sep 2012
Running from that which chases,
Running from that which kills.
Hiding because there is no other option left.
Having a feeling burning, deep inside of my soul.
Not realizing what it is, not caring anymore,
Knowing only that it drives the body to run more and more.
To feel the touch that death will bring.
Driven on by only one little thing
that is called simply- FEAR.
Casey McClain Nov 2012
The voices pierce my thoughts like lightening bolts
Filling what could be silence or ideas
Loneliness and need leave holes in my psyche
Though I'm alone, I'm still beside myself
My few friends are "acquaintencess"
Though I do love them dearly
The Spirit of God is so abiding
It makes me wake early
Eager to misister to the souls in hiding.
Casey McClain Oct 2012
Death is so final for only the living,
My soul is in flight because of God's giving!
Casey McClain Oct 2012
Cuts that you bandage
Result in who you are now
Ignore the regret
Casey McClain Oct 2012
I'm so tired of the things that I fear,
And so tired of the things that I "hear"
I've never seen the end so clear,
I'm getting tired.
I used  to use my mind.
I used to wonder "why".
You generalize and tell me lies
That's not the way it ought to be.
Do you really want to deal with me?
So mad.
So mean.
And the pain, as always, remains unseen...
Casey McClain Nov 2012
Man, proud man.
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he is most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
Casey McClain Nov 2012
Noiselessly, the world has begun to defect.
From it chaos flows like blood trailing an abcess,
the poison itself long since passed.
Ash and flowering flame.
The sinking of an eyelid like a blue vault sleeplesness
sits with folded arms.
Peeling words from the walls,
This obsession runs deep untill the desire itself is broken and wasted.
The sistine eye , the twisting thigh.
If dead skin says nothing, than it cannot lie...
Casey McClain Oct 2012
Your water's drying
Your life is in the cup
Your trees are dying
Your wildlife's locked up
You're in the zoo man...
How do you feel about it?
Casey McClain Sep 2012
Bringing us to life,
Nurturing us, caring for us.
Teaching us all manner of things,
From beginning to end.
Ever going onward, ravaging us in its wake.
Leaving no pebble unturned in passing.
Tearing through and affecting all.
Seeing a shell left behind, mourning a loss,
rejoicing in release, if ever it will come.
If ever one is released, by our ever present jailer.
Time.
Casey McClain Sep 2012
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag, and means nothing in the end. Though, if the opportunity arises, try to brighten the day of a person who needs it.

Life is a sort of disease. Sexually transmitted, and always fatal.
Casey McClain Sep 2012
Laugh because it's the best at it you know even though, I'll never tell and what is bought will never sell.
Casey McClain Oct 2012
Ignorance is no deterrent to the hardened journalist. Absurdity. Weirdness…

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