Everything he was,
everything he did-
was a constant effort
to be true to the image
he had of himself.

He reminds me of struggle
to be someone else
while believing that he is
struggling to be himself.

Walking, talking, eating,
One lover only baking,
hum waking- up
Is anyone good
at loving?
Always
giving
metals
The modern
love robot

((ATM))  
machine
There is
no
place
Oh! Yes
Lend me all
lovers
at my home

The ((OZ)) fame
Artsy Auntie
(EM) so lame

Listening to
(REM)
Headrush
Makeup
blush also
*** in-between
My break up
My lunch hour
All over again
throwing
cash
way off the street
look out I almost
crashed_

That Casanova
racer
slim
reducer

My
((ATM))
Sexter machine
Pixstar diet
Laughing to
the bank

You are
better
But in the
least seeing
Her for what
she is
The beauty
she is making
up the beast
He is the
Eight personalities
Burnt money
Miss French fries
Baby blue eyes cry
My cash went dry
Henry the eighth

The love affair in
September Goth
Just recently shot
Lord of the rings
Be sure you don't get
the blues
She-devil jeweler
Saphire I
got rushed
She fires out!!
She Forgets **
The finest
champagne
candles

On the tenth
Cash reminder rush
I cannot recall
how I
got here?

I will be back
for the cash!!
That gave her
Total recall

Over there
someone
left more
cash
Someone
overloaded trash
What cash potential
her  best clothes

He looked like
moon dancer
Jacksons five
black glove
Casanova the
best climate
For Cash
Australian mate
Jumping
Jack Flash
You cant always
get what
you want
But if you try
sometimes
You might get
what you need
Don't rush
your life away

With that
Casanova
Don't rush your
stars of
the Nova Scotia

Would you rather feel sadness or rage?
I would rather feel sadness
Because I can express that feeling
Without hurting anybody

Some people would rather feel rage
Because they think sadness makes them weak

What they don't know is
Rage is sadness
Twisted up in the heart
It cannot run out with your tears
And so
It kicks and hits
It punches a wall
Or a face
It tries and tries to find its way out

But the thing is
If you cry for long enough you won't be sad anymore
But rage doesn't run all the way down your fist when you punch
The roots of it are wound up in your heart
And it eats at you to grow strong

When you cry
It shakes your heart
And all the rage comes tumbling out
Running down your face
And when all the tears are done
Your heart is open
And when your heart is open
It grows strong

I try to make other people feel loved
Because I really do love them
I think that humans are wonderful
But then I turn around and say
I don't deserve love because
I'm broken and messed up
Well so is everyone I've ever met
And I still love them
All the same
So why do I think I don't deserve love?
Even if I didn't deserve it
Would it be so wrong if someone loved me
All the same?

When you see the closest person avoid you
When they are the only one you pursue
There you'll have the pain in heart and soul too
The confused state and don't know what to do
But still you have got those little hope
They still think that is a kind of dope
Without knowing it is the worst *****
And you'll make it better 'cause your the rope

Dear God, I don't know if you're real,
But either way, I pray for peace
In my land, their land, every land
America, the Middle East
They **** each other in your name
I don't know how that makes you feel
I'm kind of angry with you, God
Or I would be if you were real

Oh what, now is this blasphemy?
Then come down and give me a sign.
Spread peace and love throughout the land
And make it 'ours', not 'yours' and 'mine'
Come on, God, please, just bring us peace
I'll hold up my end of the deal
If you just bring us peace on Earth
I'll the whole world that you're real.

Like I have just stepped out
of a cocoon hidden in an
ancient ageless cave.
Freshness of the atmosphere,
so amazingly beautiful and divine
greets me as if am jolted back
out of a long absence into the
present moment.
Everything seems anew
as I looked at the firmament
after a long slumber.
I can hear my pounding heart
as if it's just starting for the first time.
But this serenity I feel around me
eludes many.
Amidst the turmoil and noise,
the devastation and hunger,
the hopelessness I see in the
eyes of the young ones,
dashed dreams amongst the elderly,
disappointments amongst the youth,
depression within the heart of our women,
discrimination among different ethnic tribes,
separatism of the rich from the poor,
the greediness within secular bodies,
control and robbery in religious circle, lasciviousness and whoredom
amongst women already taken is heartbreaking,
increase of ****** in our society,
families torn apart,
the presence of ethnic cleansing
from these strange ones is disturbing.
My heart at the moment seems unperturbed,
but withdrawn from all these unnecessary harrowing growing pains.
I have seen deaths of the innocent ones
which society seem to reject.
I have watched bigotry unleashed
and put in place by the trusted people.
Unwittingly there's anarchy within.
I watched as a spectator looking at the tumultuous ebbs of the ocean tides,
the breakdown of law and
order amongst the people.
But my heart is at peace with myself
and the world for I know that judgement is near.
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