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Mark Rubilla Aug 2013
Inhale exhale, I walked outside
The water is gone dry
Dreams fade in an  isolation
1 step at a time, schedules are untrace

Take a better look at a mirror
You can see the eyes of the mustache
Changing faces, changing fonts
All is well is in their cases

The world is talking aloud
With brown shading in the concepts
All colors exist but silence makes a camp
How can I swim and ignore it?

Youth, can you see the grace?
Uprooted while the bad things sneaked in
Hope now for this is able
Dont let sin **** you in your moments
Mark Rubilla Aug 2013
I lived in my dreams
Seconds may adorable
They caught me off guard.
Mark Rubilla Aug 2013
Flee, as the desire go towards bad reputation
Change course as if end is calling
Still counting but the dirt isnt moving
Feet and effort comes together
Like nothing happens in days
Picture framed a portrait
Selfie as they say it bluntly
Peace as if peaceful in that place
Every tick of the time
Dots are dancing in the floor
No orchestrated music at all
Free, as they whispered it to one another
With the blaming tongues and teeth
They mailed it to their eardrum
Lie, no hope yet there is still
Truth, Egypt is the mountain
Bigger as the trust settled in
Watch them fall to their knees
For I say repeatedly in this case
There is still hope, there is still
Just trace the ace for better is the Sky
Than any developers of this land
They may come armored in gold and silver
With the finest stones and strong words
Mark Rubilla Jul 2013
I have a neighbor his name was Envy
Though I am sleeping, he always wakes me up
I admit that I am annoyed and never see a favor
Why is he like that? so hardheaded man
I never want him to be my companion
His family was not a good example
Everyone of them were drunkards,
Even the baby inside the womb of his daughter
They have no hope to be seen and hear
All things they have were all stolen from elsewhere
Like Mr. and Mrs. Greed their grand grand parent
Were so good in trickery to fool the eyes
From the oldest one to youngest were in training
In the famous Mobster University located everywhere
© M.B Rubilla 2010
Mark Rubilla Jul 2013
Wake up oh sleeper
Rise up for your destiny is not shallow as your think of it
Guilty, there is no restrain  
No human force can stop
This nature is barren for so long
Good thing is lack
The eyes is too blind to see
The hope of the True God

Taste and see when the Son is calling you Home
There is no heart of stone that can cease this
What a sweet sound
When the Son is calling you Home
Mark Rubilla Jul 2013
Sink, as the shark follow you through
Even if the ocean is not your grave
Your decision means death and end

But there is still hope and its attributes
Look beyond, hope is not just word
Its foundation is founded by Him

Man can improvise as many machines
As they can create and build
But tell you its too shallow
Mark Rubilla Jul 2013
Music fades in every snap of the moment
Silence becomes the orchestra
No sound at all and its so dull
Am I  inside the tunnel?

Empty motions in this place
I know that the sea is a very well known singer
Since the day it was made and done
But I couldn't hear her voice

I said hello but it seems she said goodbye
Her waves wave forward never again back and forth
I sat down here for century
But my **expectation was put to rest
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