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Jan 2017 · 1.1k
Joseph Schneider Jan 2017
We fight day in and day out
Filling voids we fail to understand
Yet nothing changes
We remain a record on repeat
Like an echo
Nourishing every last emotional strand
Thoughts turn into dreams
Dreams turn into dust
We craft days into a delusion
A delusional repetition
For all the wrong reasons
Not knowing what we have done
We obey
Why do we have no guidance
Through ruins we make home
We become truly alone
An echo isn't as beautiful as it seems
An echo is a lie

-Joseph B Schneider
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Dec 2015 · 1.0k
Oh She, Oh She
Joseph Schneider Dec 2015
I've bled the blood of a thousand lies
Tasted the feast of her demise

I've seen her stripping away from time
Like a dying artists rhyme

If it wasn't for the echo of vitality
She would taste an oh bitter reality

Oh she, oh she, blessed without judgment
Criticized without budget

At last she stalks the shadows no more
It wasn't long ago crept the woman from ground floor*

All goes without saying ones demeanor
Is a wild poem hiding a message where the grass is greener.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Sep 2015 · 1.5k
Joseph Schneider Sep 2015
The sweet reminiscences of a miracle
Like an echo's last breath, so spiritual
So close, yet so far
Always keep your mind ajar
Miracles won't manifest in your palace
Miracles can only help the callous

False hearts of stone reach for greater heights
When it takes flesh and bone to taste its delight
All the wrong friends
With all the wrong foes
Transfixes the mind on the black rose
Away from the light, dwelling deep in the dark
Is a mind too early to expect a spark
So close, yet so far
Always keep your mind ajar
Miracles won't manifest in your palace
Miracles can only help the callous*

-Joseph B Schneider
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Aug 2015 · 1.4k
Joseph Schneider Aug 2015
It's now or never
Time latches hearts together

Every lapse of love a man dies
Deep inside these men is a devil in disguise
Love is our fire within
How we breath
How we think
How we live
The heart is where the man begins

It's now or never
Time latches hearts together

So will you be my love forever?*

*-Joseph B Schneider
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Jun 2015 · 1.2k
Home Made of Tears
Joseph Schneider Jun 2015
The strain of survival in its most righteous form
Fighting arrogance through a repetitive storm

Day in and day out I pled guilty to incompetence
Bowing to the man who wears a crown of dominance

Seen through his lens of ineffectual views
Is the man of abhorrence yet to pay his dues

The roars of demise are seen as sweet
To the man who is begging for rigorous defeat

The man screams and he shouts for an endless battle
While I stand from afar seeing him beat from his cattle

The man seeks for loyalty in all the wrong places
True colors can't be veiled behind multiple faces

**Weakened with regret of abusing all his peers
He is forever lost in his home made of tears

-Joseph B Schneider
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Feb 2015 · 1.3k
Quote #8
Joseph Schneider Feb 2015
The day a man quits
on his path to the top

Is the day he dies.

-Joseph B Schneider
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"The top" can mean many things. Remember "The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why." The man dies when he loses his "why" factor.
Feb 2015 · 1.7k
Quote #7
Joseph Schneider Feb 2015
If you blame the imperfect aspects
of your life on someone else,
change will not follow.

-Joseph B Schneider
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How can we change something about our life if what we wish to change we blame on something out of our control?
Feb 2015 · 2.9k
A Blurry Man
Joseph Schneider Feb 2015
I've had enough, I'm done
Your standards are no fun

You're a broken wordsmith
Lost in a world of words
Searching for realization
While your story is unsung

Your screams from mountaintops
Heard only by cowards ears
Your brightest light
Can't catch my darkest hour

Good day to you sir
A forever blur*

*Joseph B Schneider
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Feb 2015 · 9.7k
Joseph Schneider Feb 2015
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by

Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes

**-Joseph B Schneider
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Jan 2015 · 1.6k
Those of Scorn
Joseph Schneider Jan 2015
Life descends into the vice of those who judge...
Unconditional opinions give those the nudge...
The nudge into darkness we ride...
Back into the corner we hide...
From those high on life's pleading destruction...
It's hard for us to begin our reconstruction...
People unable to enter society's plains...
Due to the judgmental's menacing claims...
It's time we stop listening to those of scorn...
It's time to know those are the ones truly torn...
For we are all beautiful in our own little ways...
It's time to realise it with no more delays...

-Joseph B Schneider
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Jan 2015 · 1.7k
Cattle Roar Among Giants
Joseph Schneider Jan 2015
You ever stop to think

The world would be a better place if the seas of laughter were shaped through the lesser

If Cattle Roared Among Giants

A world not grown through the substantial, but a world seeded with hope from the shade

Could we vanish this stabilization construed through faulty assumptions

Could we vanish this system of normality we hold so deeply to our soul

The limitations of wealth could no longer be our shackle

Will we ever be at peace
Cattle Roar Among Giants**

-Joseph B Schneider
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This system of normality set by people incapable of achieving self realization must be denied judgmental privileges.
Jan 2015 · 1.7k
Quote #6
Joseph Schneider Jan 2015
Kindness is weakness in the eyes of those yet to see strength.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Jan 2015 · 1.3k
Quote #5
Joseph Schneider Jan 2015
If your destiny was meant to be chosen by someone else,
greatness would weep in loneliness.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Greatness is reached from a thousand "you can't" lectures from people who only control their own destiny.
Dec 2014 · 3.0k
Zombie Apocalypse
Joseph Schneider Dec 2014
Our earth has turned
Our lives are torn
We are able to see light no more
If only for a second we shine bright
We are reminded of our destiny
That of which is death
We strive to survive
We strive to stay alive
Being surrounded with demons of flesh and bone
Demons who are torn
Look defeated but are actually reborn
Reborn through blistering scorn they rise
Their numbers are growing
We do nothing for god is showing
Showing his hatred for our kind
Showing his secret and sacred mind
We scream
We cry
For he gives no sympathy
We scream
We die
For he gives no sympathy
They feast off our loved one's limb by limb
We hear their screams as he dies
As she dies
No goodbyes
Just demise
Torn eyes
Black skies
Reaching at us from above tearing our hope from our chest
Our dreams as we rest
Our lives as we suppress
Suppress who we once were
For that is no more
Only for so long can we hide our screams
We will be found
We will be desecrated
Piece by piece
Our mothers torn and brothers death through scorn
Our wives see blood and flesh before being reborn
Now one of them they fight it but only postpone
Postpone the inevitable
The inevitability of turning
Turning from who you once were to a demon
Your birthdays
Memories become waist
As you see through the devils eyes you hunt to feast
Inoperational your emotions become
Through the eyes of evil you become ****
No way out
Our end has begun
Our god has given up
On our petty existence we call success
Given up on the killing
The thievery
The ****
The pedophiles
This is why we die
This is why black takes our sky
Why evil is now his ally
Why we are ripped apart before we depart into hell
We become the hatred we once rebelled
The hatred we once repelled
Your children ask you why
Ask you why we have to die
You look into their eyes knowing they will once too be deleted
Deleted from existence
The tattered flesh and blood is insistence
Insistence of his wrath
While we beg to his knees
He returns to his kin with this disease
This plague
This is why we hide
The conquering he takes with pride
Vague emotions to hell we ride
This rapture has become our end
This rapture has become our end

-Joseph B Schneider
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Dec 2014 · 1.5k
Joseph Schneider Dec 2014
In the wake of giants we sing
We see no boundaries
We see no walls of abhorrence
Only prevalence
If we are not chasing a dream
We are helping someone else catch theirs
We think our dreams are too far fetched
We think because we are us we can't
What separates us from prosperity
Nothing but one fact
While we say "no I can't"
Those who prosper say "yes I can"
It's more simple than we imagine

- Joseph B Schneider
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From musicians to professional athletes nothing separates them from anyone else but heart.  The only person keeping anyone from their dreams is themself.  The person who says I can, and the person who says I can't are both right.
Nov 2014 · 6.1k
The Marathon Man
Joseph Schneider Nov 2014
Distant learning courses in the heart
Irrelevant actions have left us all apart

Acquisitions decaying those stray minded people
It's no longer a commonplace to feel peaceful

Simultaneous occurrences have our mind in disarray
Through our pasts they begin to replay

All these calamitous activities brought through maleficent eyes
Disintegrate what's left sending us in a fools paradise

We reap to elope from these rigorous bearings we call home
Only to find ourselves cast away into the unknown

We strive to survive in a world full of abhorrence
Being seen transparent just as worthless corpses

Those few who prevail are not left without detriment
They are forever severed a mental delinquent

Nevertheless our story lives on
In this godforsaken marathon

-Joseph B Schneider
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Life always finds a way to repeat itself, if not through your eyes then through another's.
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
Rythym of Life
Joseph Schneider Nov 2014
"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."

Quote by Plato. One of my favorite quotes. Truth in its most righteous form.
Oct 2014 · 13.0k
Quote #4
Joseph Schneider Oct 2014
Don't allow yourself to feel "dumb" or "stupid" based on your inability to achieve something you care little about.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Oct 2014 · 2.0k
Uninvited Guests
Joseph Schneider Oct 2014
It was half past noon as Professor Lynch came barreling into the drive way in his hunt for the unknown. His actions so urgent he forgets to even close his car door. He sprints up his steps and swings the door open to his house and there it was.

Why was he is such a hurry? Well this goes back a little over a week prior when he had some guests over for the first time since he bought his new home. It was the day after he had finally unpacked the last box. This was a gathering to celebrate his new job as a History Professor at the University of California and his beautiful new home. The gathering was going as planned till he heard a strange noise coming from the basement.

The guests didn't hear this noise and continued having a great time as Lynch went downstairs to check it out. As he opened the back door he heard some things fall over as if an animal had skirmished to the noise of the door. As he continued down the stairs after this so called animal his heart about hit his stomach. He has a small door in his basement he figured was used for child’s play made by the family before him. So in his unpacking process he had left it alone. Well he could of sworn he seen the door **** to it turn. Too afraid to check it out on his own he ran upstairs. Trying not to embarrass himself he quickly ran up the stairs into the main room and continued the gathering as if nothing had happened.

Once the guests left he found himself sitting in his living room saying to himself “it was nothing, you’re just seeing things.” He talked himself into believing this because he hadn't slept much in a few days with all the unpacking trying to get ready for the new week. So he finally decided to go to bed and get some rest. It wasn't for another week till he had started to notice some strange occurrences. He came home from work that day and noticed his refrigerator was left open. Lynch however was uncertain on if it was him who left it open so he shrugged it off.

Another day had passed and again he came home from work and his refrigerator was open again. This now struck an uneasy feeling; he had made sure he closed it before work today. As he continued through his house with caution he had seen nothing unusual nor seen anything more out of place until he walked by the basement. He once again heard this skirmishing sound of what seemed like an animal trying to escape the basement. As he entered the basement the sound stopped. He was frightened but hadn't been threatened in any way, so he continued throughout his day although not in ease. He was uneasy about this happening a second time so he decided to come home early from work and see if he could catch whatever it was in action.

So at work the next day as he planned he left work early, about half past noon. “Professor Lynch came barreling into the drive way in his hunt for the unknown. His actions so urgent he forgets to even close his car door. He sprints up his steps and swings the door open to his house and there it was.” This was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Something so frightening, so terrifying his jaw hit the floor. Before Lynch could speak a word, he was snatched and drug into the basement through the little door he thought was used for “child’s play.”

-Joseph B Schneider
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Oct 2014 · 1.5k
Joseph Schneider Oct 2014
The Color Morale
Oct 2014 · 3.6k
Joseph Schneider Oct 2014
Intelligence isn't based through an IQ score, nor through ones ability to count to ten.

Intelligence is based on an individual's ability to grasp a concept in an exceptional fashion.

Rather it be math, social skills or even ones ability to make others laugh. These all show an intellectual and subjective level of intelligence.

Although regularities may vary, the general outcome of one's ability to stabilize information is no different then those of a "higher" place.

"Everybody is a Genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."

-Joseph B Schneider
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Sep 2014 · 1.4k
Quote #3
Joseph Schneider Sep 2014
How to successfully live our life,
is revealed when helping others live theirs.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Once we die the materialistic aspects of life dies,
but if your actions live on you're trully imortal.
Aug 2014 · 2.8k
Joseph Schneider Aug 2014
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider
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Aug 2014 · 1.7k
Looking For Light
Joseph Schneider Aug 2014
Through the darkest seed
Through the light split by blood and greed
They desire that which is forbidden
Yet persevere disregarding being forgiven
It's in disgust as infestations reap its greatness
Holding broken memories we soak in weakness
It's in these crown of thorns we rest in what we believe
Yet voiced with transparent lungs we grieve
We try to fight the silence but no one is listening
Screaming our emotions translates to whispering
As we bury their hope in the ground gasping their final last breath
We except their fate
Their destiny
Their death.
Even after death we feel their words resonate
As they breach the great white gate.
They are never forgotten, they are always loved
Looking down on us from above

-Joseph B Schneider
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For all those who lost loved ones without warning.
Jul 2014 · 1.8k
Quote #2
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Because good people can grow from it.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Jul 2014 · 3.4k
The Devil Wears Prada
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
Miguel is a boy of mystery. His whole life has been a disturbing whirlpool of broken memories. His home's a train wreck, his family has vanished, his life lays in waist... Since the day Miguel was born, its gone unseen by no one of his sinister and baneful behavior. Miguel's own family could not bare the sight of him. By the age of 9 he had been put up for adoption several times. Along with scaring away any hope of accumulating a friend. Even neighbors felt the need to move through pure gut feeling something wasn't right with this young boy...but why?

   Well, the answer lives with a man named Michael. Michael was Miguel's Father. Michael lived a life searching that in which we all seek, riches, the big house, the life of a celebrity. Given the mere fact Michael was simply a fry cook, his dreams looked distant and impossible to achieve. That being said he was ready for a change, no matter the circumstances... One day, Michael was walking home from work when he stumbled across a woman in the doorway to an abandoned building. Not any ordinary woman, a beautiful woman. Her beauty wasn't like anything he had ever seen before. Her cheeks blushed, her voice could sooth a giant, and her eyes glimmered through the moonlight. Covered head to toe in jewels, in Cashmere, in Prada... The woman without hesitation snatches the attention of Michael. Her voice so soothing, so soft spoken, it's hard to feel anywhere else but in your own paradise simply being in her presence. 
   "Michael..." The woman whispers. 
   "Michael...Follow me." She says.
Michael so drawn to her beauty he obeys without the smallest of responses. Walking through the doorway into the abandoned building still manipulated by her beauty she brings him to a room. This room seems to have been abandoned for years. Torn wallpaper, carpet stripped leaving nothing but broken concrete. Although sitting in the center of the room sits a table and two chairs. 
   "Sit." The woman Says with authority. 
The man obeys taking into consideration this new tone of voice. She sits as well, directly in front of him. 
   "I, know you Michael." She says with a smile. 
   "I've been following you for some time." She continues.
Michael sitting in confusion he remains silent. 
   "Speak not if you must, It's only postponing your destiny Michael." She finishes with another smile. 
   "My, my destiny?" The man asks. 
She continues to smile gazing her beautiful eyes into his for a few moments. 
   "Yes my love. Your destiny. I have arranged something for you that you cannot pass up." 
Michael's life has him in such a deep depression he cant fathom on passing up the words of what seems like an angel. 
   "What do you have in mind?" He quickly Replies. 
   "Simple, whatever you want my love." She Replies. 
Michael Sits in silent for a second Not really understanding what is being presented to him. Although at this time he comes to terms he doesn't care, change is change. 
   "I accept anything you have to offer, beautiful." He replies with confidence. 
   "You, will live from this day forward wealthy. I can supply you with a house and enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your days." She offers. 
   "Is it that easy?" He asks  
   "No, you must in return Inflict my religious beliefs into your first born child." She says. 
Michael, not really sure what that means, accepts her deal, for she seems like an angel of the sky. Well, as for Michael he lives his life as planned, Wealthy, happy, Full of adventure. He even finds himself an amazing girl who he falls in love with. They even get married. Now, however, things get more difficult.

   They find out together they are having a baby boy. Yes, the greatest gift to any man or woman they think is about to happen to them. Michael's wife having no difficulties through the pregnancy goes into labor. After 6 hours of labor Miguel is born. He is healthy as can be. Miguel's mother on the other hand has surprisingly gone into shock. Hemorrhaging Viciously in her brain. She is quickly put into emergency surgery. With her life in danger they begin to operate. She, does not live to see another day. After doing an exam on her body trying to solve what caused her to hemorrhage, they find something very odd. During the birth of Miguel she suffered three broken vertebrates, and her ****** had been severed. Not being able to explain the cause, life goes on. Michael is devastated at the loss of his wife. The visions of raising a baby boy together have been wrecked. As devastating as it was Michael was forced to accept it and continue on, raising Miguel on his own. It wasn't much after Miguel's birth that Michael really started to realize something wasn't right.

   Miguel had no emotions. Although medically they could not find a single thing wrong with him, he still remained motionless. His eyes seemed as a portal to oblivion. No smiles, laughs, or anything. Once again as odd as this was Michael was forced to persevere on his mission to raise Miguel on his own. Until Miguel learned to walk. Once this happened Michael started to get overwhelmed. As his Miguel was a walking nightmare. Miguel had killed three of their animals within a months time. Things were looking to get out of hand. No matter how much Michael tried to discipline him, Miguel did not listen. Michael couldn't get a babysitter to watch him for any longer then a few minutes without scaring them off. The babysitters would leave startled, leaving Michael with responses such as "He won't stop staring at me" or "when he is around me the hair on my neck stands up." Miguel had become such an outrage Michael lost custody of him just two days after his third birthday. Miguel had driven His father to the point of insanity. Michael tried to suffocate Miguel and end this misery once and for all, but he could not. Miguel had grown too strong even by age three.  Everyone hated Michael for it and Miguel was taken from him leaving Michael now in prison. Michael at that point realized that woman was not an angel, but the devil in disguise, soon after he committed suicide. What others don't know is Michael knew something they didn't. Something so evil, so sinister, that it would ruin many more lives to come. More and more the people started to realize something wasn't right. He bounced from home to home, leaving every home in complete disarray. He was the talk of the town. He was referred to as the "Devil's Child" or "Miguel From Hell."

   The city was angered by the boys effect in the community and knew something had to be done. The council knew the boy had to be murdered. If only this same council would have seen it as Michael did, when he did. Things would of never gone so far south. However the town started planning in the dark for their attack. They didn't want the boy to catch any wind of this whatsoever. So one night as he was asleep in his foster bed the city made the building evacuate, quietly. All but Miguel had evacuated the building and at this time they said their prayers and begun. Six men volunteered, to enter the building. Holding rope, gasoline, and faith. They grab the boy holding him down on the bed tying him up. The boy begun to rage, but he wasn't quit strong enough to escape the six men. After tying him up and leaving him inside they lit all four corners of the building at the same time. Watching it burn to the ground. Once they thought it was finally over, the body was never found...

-Joseph B Schneider
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Short story.
The Devil won't approach you in his form. He will approach you with what you love.
Jul 2014 · 1.7k
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
I wish I had enough free time in a day
To express what I truly stand for
I can change people*
I can help

-Joseph B Schneider
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Sometimes I stay awake at night trying to think of a way I can help people. Without my family going without. It's harder then I anticipated.
Jul 2014 · 1.9k
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
As walked with the devil accept no fear.
Moans of pain affected only by a cowards ear.

Valleys light lit the darkest hour.
Through sands of time became sour.

Tides always turn nevertheless.
For our prolonged hiatus for the best.

The ones known by many I give thanks.
To those few who walk to meet the planks.

Frame by frame pages are torn.
For those are no longer sworn.

Only acquired by many past tense hate.
As we build our bridge for future date.

He conquer sight Long lived by one tale.
See as he will, guided to see no fail.

As his course viewd by multiple eyes.
All known why, in history he lies.

-Joseph B Schneider
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I wrote this back in 2010. The first poem I actually ever wrote.
Jul 2014 · 1.6k
Brilliance Answers Us
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
Dissected brilliance
Admissible propositions
Sculpted resilience
Destructing predispositions

Initiates our purpose immensely
Criticism gives it's crucial effect
For the better, accordingly
It's for us to detect

Why? we ask throughout
Our incompetent delusion
Through our endless bout
Here, take your conclusion

"Why" is a sensational question
Dissects mind's interest
Releases its compression
Yet we remain among the belligerent

This answer prolongs
Through your eyes only
In our hearts it belongs
Don't persevere your phony
Bring back your trophy

-Joseph B Schneider
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Brilliance lives in us all. It's up to us to find it. Don't get down on yourself if you aren't good at what you weren't meant to do.

"Everybody is a Genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."
Jul 2014 · 4.9k
The Voice
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
Though altercations of a secessionist sound stern,
Their minds are stuck and never learn.
Through a disabled rebellion their built,
Words designed to deplete one's self are spilt.
Although it's said consummation executes in the leaning vice of the secessionist,
The desecration becomes the birth of the segregationist.
The segregation of closed mindedness with those of the voice.
The voice has sculpted our worlds obedience choice by choice.
The voice has seen demons at their best and angels at their worst,
There is a reason why this world hasn't burst.
You see, our world is seen through a lens,
This lens doesn't defy our worth and script the uncleansed.
It simply sets a standard for the closed minded to follow,
The voice, doesn't have a standard to follow, this voice makes the lens for those left to follow tomorrow.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Don't be a product of society's system. Be unique and become a Voice.
Jun 2014 · 4.6k
Forgive And Forget
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
He sits being torn through words of scorn
The realisation is starting to form

Through broken letters of hate and neglect
One finds his own inner respect

Now understands what they call "forgiveness"
Even though these lines are relentless

They're broken attempts to dismay his heart
These segregate demons apart

For he is now a growing system
Growing stronger in rhythm

Accepting light in new places
Welcoming new faces

All he desires is be the best he can be
That being said
"He" is me

-Joseph B Schneider
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Sometimes when someone is verbally abusing you. You need to remember words aren't always meant in tone spoken, and not everyone knows your story.
Jun 2014 · 2.3k
Till Death Do Us All
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
Life's reflection glistens through sands of time.
Days past due reunite with our current days disguise.

We glimmer in the false light portraying us to our knees.
Reaping such qualities turns our words to disease.

Acquisitions conquer minds through solid demise.
Leading hearts of hate to realise.

We are our own living destruction.
Believing such theories brought through subduction.

We replenish the rot of our personality.
To feast off our remaining qualities.

Together we fail united we'll fall.
Through the eyes of evil till death do us all.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Jun 2014 · 1.1k
Fathers Day
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
Everywhere I go Fathers day is in our voice
Today is the day we see our fathers by choice
Where is my dad?
Why has he gone?
What gave him the okay to inflict such wrong?
His voice still beats me into the ground
Every memory of when he was around
He lied to us betraying me and my brother
Making us believe in blaming our mother
Even hearing his name makes me see red
To me he is forever dead
It has been years since I've seen him and I'm preparing for many more
His relationship with me he will never restore
I want you to enjoy your fathers on this day
Be happy they choose to stay.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Jun 2014 · 975
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
I lie here soaked in my own confusion

My mind seems at dismay searching for its conclusion

I wonder why decisions I've made have my life in disarray

As I search for myself those memories replay

The seeds I've planted I hope one day will grow bright

Although now I remember, these seeds were bought in spite

-Joseph B Schneider
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Never shape decisions through greed, revenge, or pure spite.
Jun 2014 · 3.2k
Mike Tyson
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
I was gonna rip his heart out. I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless champion, there has ever been. No one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No! He's no Alexander! I'm Alexander! I'm the best ever. I'm Sonny Liston. I'm Jack Dempsey. There's never been anyone like me. I'm from their cloth. There is no one who can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want his heart! I want to eat his children! Praise be to Allāh!

-Mike Tyson
Jun 2014 · 1.3k
Quote #1
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
Falling is simple,
It's getting back up that's hard.

-Joseph B Schneider
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Jun 2014 · 733
Break The Cycle
Joseph Schneider Jun 2014
Self destruction has tainted our way of life.
It's time to break the cycle.
In the darkness of fear, there's a dawning light.
It's time to break the cycle.

We stumble around and fall to the ground, but are we too proud to reach out,
to reach for a hand that can help us to stand, and keep us from falling facedown?

We're only helpless because we're heartless.

In a world
headed for self-destruction,
the answer is here;
are we too blind to see it?
In a world headed for self-destruction,
the answer is here; are we too blind to see it?

-For Today
For Today.

— The End —