With clarity and understanding there's no need to fight nor work out of spite
Peace is held in the moment we realize we have so little time
Matters of dispute perish in this collective state
That we will all leave this place in the exact same way
The great
The weak
The bleak
We all one day will become obsolete
It's time we connect and practice empathy
Love is the ultimate and only true prosperity

Significance decreased as your speech began to reek
with pretentious hypocrisy revealing conspicuous shortcomings
Importunately making conclusions based upon illusions
Spouting lines to save but delirium is all you gave
As if I were seeking your confirmation, salvation, or blessings
I would've asked your opinion if I valued your progression and prosperities
or wondered into a church if I sought duplicitous appease
This unrequited love you deal is meretricious and full of disease
You sell a lie until it's spent then devour what is left of one's esteem
You depend on the humiliation and degradation of another
to accommodate the hostilities you experience from others
Passing off insurmountable grief to save yourself from your own realities
I hope one day you find peace and revelation
Before someone else is enraptured by your false persona falling victim to your belittlement and fluctuations

I am envious of the way you laugh at your own decay
The way you don't keep time nor race
You grace each day without hesitation
Living within the moments straying away from the anxieties of anticipation
Keeping steady pace
Never overthinking the little things that cause such grief and dismay
There's such beauty in your way
You dream of the future without condemning yourself today
I long to learn from that mind frame
For it resembles perfection and transfers influential sway

.                    .                               .                 .            
              ,                                  , ­                           ,
             /                                  /                               \                                 ­   .  
           /                                    a                               \                       
        ­   I                                cascade                        no                               .
        want                                of                 ­           wish                                 \   
       to see                              warm                         no                   
      a silent                            light                         prayer                                no
       choir                             radiate                         just                     .          thing          wave                              from                     ­       for                    /\           else
        and                                 the                             fun                   at           will
     curtsey                            corner                       candles             times         do
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Faces, faces everywhere.
Faces who don’t know but care.
Faces I’ve grown to love, but now I can’t even look.
It’s not just a chapter it’s the whole book.
The rotting book wet with tears. That holds my life and my fears.
The spine is breaking, the pages falling out.
On every page it’s scribbled out.
So no one can see the words that haunt my mind.
So no one can see the faces only I can find.
The faces fly away, leaving me alone.
They close my book and my misery ends for a while.
But it’ll come roaring back soon.
Where’s my salvation?