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Dare you become my thrill
Imagination of your free will
Ready to obey my dark mind
Tied and submitting in kind
Yet responding to a hard hand

Making you feel and understand
Imposing your body for my pleasure
Naked and isolated at my leisure
Demanding more than you can give
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
 Aug 2014 Micaiah
Alvira Perdita
Tick tock
The clock on the wall is mocking me
Telling me that I'm wasting time
Making it known that I could do so much more

Tick tock
The clock on the wall is laughing at me
Telling me that my life is wasting away
Making it known that everything I love is gone

Tick tock
The clock on the wall is at my feet
Telling me that my anger is misdirected
Making it known that whatever I do is worthless

Tick tock
The clock is in pieces
Telling me that my life is over
As my feet hang limply
 Aug 2014 Micaiah
M
Change
 Aug 2014 Micaiah
M
A decision made impulsively
Sometimes ends repulsively
But sometimes ends perfectly
And eradicates conformity

Look just a little more you
(When in fact there's less of you)
They look again and say that's WHO?
Open up their world view

When they see that people can change
Maybe it's dumb, but I feel like someone else two hours and four inches later
as day concluded
a pencil line to the west
outlined sun down
 Aug 2014 Micaiah
Juneau
With the things that we know now,
and the knowledge we've lost.
you say things are better,
but what was the cost?

If knowledge is power,
then why are we weak?
Who's really in charge here?
Is the answer I seek.

We've become so corrupt,
conditioned with lies.
We watch our world suffer,
yet we can't close our eyes.

but there may be hope,
in my life time at least.
the wheels of Industry,
should be dead; deceased.

The banks will fall first,
and then comes the war.
But the sun will rise again,
out of the blood and the gore.

We will rebuild our homes,
only this time by hand.
No more machines,
will be made in this land.

It is not too late,
we can always restart.
rebuild nations a new,
but this time we'll be smart.
May 2, 2012
Tenth
 Aug 2014 Micaiah
David Leger
Vien ici, ma belle,
Vein et me rejoindre
Alors qu'on peut reve ensemble
Sous la ceil de la nuit brillant.

Nous peuvons aller n'import ou,
Et quand le matin se reville
Nous serons encore ici
Dans la mer profond de la vie.

English Translation (sounds a lot better in french though)

Come here, my beautiful,
Come and join me
So we may dream together
Under the sparkling night sky.

We can go anywhere at all,
And when we wake
We'll still be here
In the deep sea of life.
Wrote this in french. I thought it would be a good idea to start writing in french since I haven't been exposed to it for a year now. Hopefully writing in french again will help me retain the language more.
lead only,
read only,
craft yourself a better poet,
after you have crafted yourself
a better being

leaders are dragged to the fore

selected and elected,
pushed and pulled

be wary of those who shout
and boast
Follow Me,
for they think not of you,
they think only of the me in us,
their glory in your gore

do not follow me,
I shall not follow you.

let us each lead by example
and upon the shoulders
of our fellows will we be lifted
spontaneously combined, but not combusted

then, especially then,
go quietly inside yourself amidst the haste

for fellowship endures,
but fame fleeting,
and the adorers will soon flee
to the next prince of promises,
and when to the ground you slide,
slipped from their tilting shoulders,
be unsurprised
 Jun 2014 Micaiah
Paul Hardwick
To be
or not to be
me is not essence
but the flavor
of me
to see
what i see
is experimental
but then in this life
tell me what is true
am i just like me
or am i like you?
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