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Meka Boyle Mar 2011
What's the difference between morals and reality
Can one truly transcend the teachings of society
Is it possible to abide laws and still be able to see
For in a faithless world, one longs to believe

Afraid of one's conscience, society locks it inside
Kept away from the world, emotion need not collide
Morals set in an elusive language force one to abide
Yet in the midst of it all a dark intention resides

To speak out one must first surrender one's voice
To determine right or wrong one must first face a choice
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
The night sky cloaks me
As the darkness invokes me
Bright stars pierce the emptiness
Filling my every thought with their iridescent presence
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Shattered
What's left of me
Broken
Doesn't fit the empty piece
Crushed
That's missing from the puzzle called belief
Apart
Trying to bridge the gap from whole to incomplete
Empty
Hopelessly striving to conquer defeat
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Waiting
On empty wishes
Basing facts
On superstitions
Empty ambitions
Building up our walls
Forgetting it all
In order to know
We go with the flow
Keeping track of time
With the emptiness in our mind
Subconsciously pacing
As our thoughts are frantically racing
We had a reality check
But we cashed it
Spent up our wishes
Call it fatal attraction
We want it all
But only understand a fraction
Afraid to take action
We wait on our dreams
We see the light but it blinds us
As we lose sight
Reality binds us
There's no escaping
We must claim defeat
Get back to our feat
Not miss a beat
Continue on
On this gallant retreat
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Silence
Hurts my ears
My thoughts alone
Are what I fear
My minds constantly racing
Pacing
Off of my thoughts
Trapped in my head
No way out
For it exists within
My very soul
Encompassing me whole
As I listen I pay the toll
The noise around me
Seems to be muted
Substituted
With my thoughts
I try to speak up
But I'm lost in the silence
the chaos continues
In a peaceful violence
Alone in my mind
I begin to find
Freedom thrives
Inside
As I listen to the silence
I begin to feel
The sound waves rush through me
Intertwine with my senses
Allowing me to let down my defenses
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Superstition
Clouding way of one's ambition
Providing hope with false ammunition
Fear of change
Repetition
Stay the same
Society plays into this little game
Inducing fear
By whispering in one's ear
The end is near
No time for reflection
For its the dawn
Of slavery's resurrection
Only now its our mind
Which will be bind
Products of this world
We're no better than our possessions
Longing for freedom
Yet unwilling to admit our obsession
With perfection
The mirror reveals
A hazy reflection
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Isolated from reality
Nothings what it seems
Roaming the world asleep
You take refuge in your dreams
You go with the flow
The current pulls you along
Drowning out your conscience
Its neither right nor wrong
Influenced by your surroundings
Unaware your slowly drowning
Gasping for air
Grasping at what's not there
Submerged in shallow water
Struggling to breathe
Finding your self at last
You realize you've been deceived
Instinct kicks in
You begin to swim
Risking it all
Listening to your wake up call
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