...
"They say freedom is a state of mind."
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Nostalgic reminder;
We exchanged souls on the sidewalk once.
His marble dreams dripped along porcelain palms,
Open blue terrors decayed at the birth
of the crow's injured wing.
We're hunting twin nightmares in
dawn's clothes that we've stolen.
Your mother tongue was a certain silence;
And what did I tell you,
I told you not to read death's lips by
the faint glow of the moon.
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I'm sure her wolven love didn't do you justice.
Brown eyes were tarnishing the coals of Jupiter
think foam, lust, and a side dish of insanity.
It's remarkable really;
how love had absolutely nothing to do with it.
There he is again;
Nightfall knockin' on your coffin with ease
please tell me you at least
⇸  h e s i t a t e d  ⇷
to let him in.
Violet bruises paint some pretty reminders,
Pastel happiness doesn't cover up
how long he's suffered.
God didn't bother to leave his name
among the wreckage of your bones.
I still wonder why that is.
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Lets turn these sorrows into strangers
like the way iron melts against your cheekbones.
Unfair warning; caution if you may
poison has never been an easy pill to swallow.
Never let the black sea lend you a double mirror
that's asking for self-destruction straight up.
There's rosemary placed in-between winter's wooden teeth,
it doesn't excuse every frozen god ****** cavity.
They say illnesses have cynical faces,
Grey skin isn't a cigarette dream
don't go igniting yourself
like the Fourth of July.
And I'm so sorry that this whole time
You've been drowning, and we've just been
describing the water.
Your freedom was your undoing, Dylan.
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"But someday, we will meet again."
...

Dreams remain dreams
as long as you stay asleep.

I am
The
Very fence
On which
I
Walk

"Soldiers Heart"
Two brothers on their way
one wore blue
and
one wore gray
one came home
one stayed behind
one mother mourns
on a November's day.
212,938
bled and died
on
American soil.

"Irritable Heart"
14 years in the Philippines
far too many days
4200 died
so many miles away.

"Shell Shock"
Johnny got his gun
alive in the tomb
of his mind
no eyes
no ears
no arms
no legs
a beating heart
an active mind
alive
with memories and sensations
Paths of Glory
leads
the way
and 53,402 stay
while one came home.

"Battle Fatigue"
291,557
perished.
Nagasaki got its bomb
six million died
before our fathers and grandfathers
liberated them.

To the 38th Parallel
we did go
where old soldiers
never die
they just fade away
with
time.
33,746 died.

"Stress Response Syndrome"
Apocalypse Now
Jacob had his ladder
in
the jungles of Vietnam
Full Metal Jacket
Born in the USA
homeless veterans
now aged still pay today
while 47,424
lay in their graves.

"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder"
My daughter
my son-in-law
bring it all
back home to me
Navy Medics
seven years
they traveled with the Marines
picking up the pieces
as they went their way
many too many trips
for all those young
troops
now we are
seeing
their heroism
proceeding
despite being afraid
a price
dearly
we all pay.
5,282 and still counting.

For all those who have walked in the horrors of war
and the grief too countless to tell.
Let us all pray in our way,
work in our days
for the end of war.

Why the suicidal term exist anyway?
A suicidal is not really a suicidal.
He's just a self-harm.
He's juste hurting him self :
To feel a most painful thing than his actual pain
If he want to be dead he'll be already.
But he's not...
That why a suicidal is not a suicidal.
He's a self-harm.
only a suicidal can understand a suicidal
cause
both of them are simply self-harm
cause
they're not dead
**they're self-harm

A darkness sprinkled with light
Are we sharing or are we thieves in the night?
Do we tread the same stars?
Do we tip toe on eachothers moon or
slide down the same comets?
Millions of scattered beacons floating in the dark
Do we perhaps unknowingly
cross paths leaping over black hole hearts?
or is this my sky, my infinity
and you a shadow thought escaped from my mind
just a figment a ghostly filament glowing
a beacon of hope amongst the endless stars?
no, I have felt the warmth of your foot prints
on countless shining stars,
perhaps Even only a step in front or a toe behind
chasing your ghostly memory
till we finally meet on the same
wishing star sharing infinite times
till then let the star dust fall
as our heavenly bodies stir
sharing the same darkness sprinkled with light
ever a step in front,
or a toe behind...

The frequencies play white noise in my head.
cant seem to catch your tune.
The notes dont make sense the way we used to.
So I write echos caught in the caves of despair
Capturing faded signals from the cracks of light stinging my soul
And the endless night sky.
A meagre emotional existence
clinging to webs of hope
traced from star to star, galaxy to galaxy.
infinite strands;
none seems tethered to you.
Time is endless,
and the missing immortal.