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the black rose Apr 2019
it's a shame,
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selfish and greedy,
lacking nothing,
still needy.
the black rose Apr 2019
dont you pick upon that tree!
if you do then you will see
with vision that will set you free.
aware of all that you might be.
.... everything is everything.
the black rose Apr 2019
dont you open up your mouth.
dont you open up your mind.
dont you search for any answers,
dont you fear what you might find?
arent you afraid of looking crazy
or stepping out of the norm?
youre in a box,
youre in a cage and you have always been warned
to watch your mouth and watch your actions.
senseless movements and distractions in your view
to keep you from truth,
the true forbidden fruit.
the black rose Apr 2019
limited knowledge,
primitive logic.
the hidden secret known by the mystics and prophets.
subconsciously conscious,
you are the great creator.
there is no system thats greater.
the living product of your maker.
its a mind thing.
the silver lining lies within the aligning of your design.
your mere awareness is a sign.
see everything revealed in time.
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the black rose Apr 2019
when the vision gets blurry
and youre one with the wind.
when you cant seem to function
and your misery wins.
when you feel stuck,
declining
and your heart isnt in it.
just stop for a minute,
reflect,
clean your slate.
remember who you are
that is courage and great.
you can do all things
and when the course takes a change
just take the risk and believe in yourself.
just stop the search,
all you need is yourself.
the black rose Apr 2019
stripped of innocence,
left naked in despair.
so when you're knocking at the door
she cannot hear.
emotionally unavailable,
the trauma runs deep.
she's running but keeps
tripping over potentials,
that sees so much potential.
still she is so resentful
with no time to stop.
legs tired and weary,
her darkness comes in so scary;
in fear, you'll flee
come near, you'll see
a rose with petals bruised and battered,
faded cause color never mattered.
and like her petals,
pieces scattered
from heart shattered and broken.
and if she's open,
its only for a moment.
splurging
the black rose Apr 2019
3pm
this is not the time
or the place.
i am out of time,
its a race
for sanity.
essence depicting vanity
but you are fake.
a being misplaced in a room full of open locks
and broken clocks.
searching for your place
and kicking rocks.
bare-feeted,
so the earth fuels you up
but you never notice.
you are so out of touch.
you are chasing everything that you already are;
so close but were you really that far?
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