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Deep down
I want to answer with
“I’m not okay..
This existence is a game
That has yet to go my way.
I can’t seem to get these tears
To just decay  
I want to sleep, but I sit and think and
Then I realize it’s the next day
That one scenario I got on replay
That very day I chose to walk away
And ever since, I’ve been in dismay.”
But I answer with “I’m okay”
My feelings I shall not portray
No, no, not today.
Or is it just me?
I come here
To free myself
From whatever that's hurting me

And get myself lost
In your life's
Troubles.

My heart
Empathising.
01.07.2018
Those times.
I wish, my time will freeze
When you're right here
Since I recognize,
Your love for me shall fade

I'm already prepared
For the moment I grieve
I've already practiced
For the moment you leave

I can't stay sane,
In an affair
Where I swear for your welfare
While turning myself into warfare

I don't want to care,

Once I drunk in despair
I'm aware about a nightmare

Can you tell me, even if it's a lie?
That you'll love me, till the day I die...
Become something for yourself
not for others
I know love is real
For I have held hands with the angels
And tasted what is evil
For I have touched the beautiful  colors of the unseen
And drowned in the darkest of hours
How beautiful?
This conundrum.
For One can not exist without the other.
Almost like a love between two souls
As one can not exist without the other
How beautifully ironic
This thing they call love
The problem isn't money itself,
but that we built a place to live
where at a certain turning point
the currency representative
of the spirit of fair exchange
became the ubiquitous make it or break.

Now we have a pool of the few
with the opulence of monarchies
risen above the else in golden towers.

There are individuals in the united states
with the avenues of revenue who
could make improvements to this
place who are resting on their laurels.

You want to blame the government,
the Clinton or the Trump, but the
significance of the figurehead
is dead on its arrival.

Look at the ******* stars and cast your shame,
we elevate these faces to celebrity
and they talk a game without giving.

A charity in your name means jack ******* ****,
when the unloved and the uneducated
overpopulate the states with escalating hate
as they strive only for a future where
the opposition absolute is soaking in the earth
beneath hot casings as the rain upon the dirt.

I don't have the clout, but I think I have the words,
I don't have the answer, but I hope I'm heard.

Everyone with access to power and the means,
wake up! Put your heads together,
figure out a way to make us free.

We're headed into another moment of
opportunity for you to exercise your choice.

Will you entertain the notion
of the elite and the peasantry
until it kills us all
or will you use your tool to stab
into the ventricles of deceit?
Let the soft waves
rock you to sleep
before they crash
Let the foam
wrap it's advice around you
(it sticks around for a while)
claw through the sand
when it's said and done
when you come to
scallop edged waves, you could watch them for hours
the salt cleanses, washes wounds clean
(it may take a while)
Are you there yet?
Are you aware yet?
Is your reflection as it was before?
How does this ripple effect you?
Salted air, open the eyes
Fill the lungs with newness
Let the sun dry you
Let the rays hug you
in your new beginnings.
6/4/18
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