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Max Petersen Jul 2013
tattered dream
split
far from graceful
shreds of me
pieces of what i had
what i have
what i need
what i want
these things i dream of
are me
they show me
what is and always will be
just me
my light
love
soul is a word
that doesn't come close to explaining it
Max Petersen Jul 2013
measures taken to keep the peace
within the mind
the head is nothing but  a shell
filtering through memories
but mainly experience
its what were here for
to take that experience with us
to join with something bigger
god
maybe
but more likely a cloud of awareness
that encompasses everything
our soul is an awareness
and the world keeps us preoccupied
with great things
but now
we keep ourselves preoccupied
with other people
with wretches
with stars
the potential comes from the earth
and our potential is seized
by focusing on these false idols
these other people
Max Petersen Jul 2013
the strength people have
its always there
but unrealized to the point
of suicide
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and any atrocity we can commit
there is no god
just love
everything loves you
especially some people
and the plants
the water
the air
the rocks
the earth
nothing doesn't love
except some things
especially some people
but we belong here
we just need to realize what we need to do
Max Petersen Jul 2013
got to go to work
got to have a job
got to have a house
got to have a car
got to have kids
got to have a dog
got to have land
got to have clean shirt
got to have nice shoes
got to have a respectable haircut
got to have a shave
got to have food on the table
got to be ready
for what?
got to be happy
but how?
what have you gained?
what have you accomplished?
what have you realized?
what have you learned?
Max Petersen Jul 2013
I don't care
who you are
all i need
is your heart
tickling my own
bringing me back home
cause i'm always at home
with you
Max Petersen Jul 2013
I fell asleep
like a beast in the grass
free from the eyes
of god in his wrath
there's a nurtured presence in the air
breathed out by the trees here
i never feel safe when i speak
but always when i listen
Max Petersen Jul 2013
which peices of me are real
carry weight
and feel things for what they are
the battles we face
are real
and should be taken seriously
everyday
we can become more or less
of the thing we are
i am god
to me
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