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Mirror Mirage Jun 2018
everything rots, reeks and crumbles into pieces,
all turn into dust and degenerate corpses.
there is no magic portal gun to zet into another reality,
you will be slapped morning, noon and night.

everything stinks, dies and rears its ugly corner,
all end up competing and cheating one another.
dismal gloom over powers hope and fake altruism,
bring on your brickbats for my negative thoughts

everyone reacts, when there is nothing to lose,
or when you have someone around you to support,
everyone remains silent, when the obvious states otherwise,
whichever you chose, didn't i get a reaction from you.

nothing is what it appears or speaks for itself to be,
everything is devoid of a collective conscious, a common grave
bury your higher order being wanting some stirring,
stop reading this poem, and build something real.

still persistent, are we? click that, tweet this, like that, hate this,
fire away your anonymous cannon ***** in well dressed amnesty,
breathe in life, turn off that news, hug someone,
create something, anything, don't consume the internet today,
we have more reporters that we will ever need,
what we need is news makers...
a random rambling directed at nobody in particular
  Dec 2017 Mirror Mirage
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
Mirror Mirage Jun 2017
66% is the Devil Point...
I have 6 courses abandoned at 66%..
The greatest power Devil has is not temptation,
It is boredom and procrastination
It is the mid-point sway...

It is the collapse of the pre-frontal cortex,
when we reach half-way through our goal,
when we are too far from our starting point,
and too far from our ending point,
We don't know why we began,
We don't know where we will end.

So the Devil point kicks in at 66% completion,
And makes us procrastinate, makes us feel "meh"
Brave thru it, ye fellow warrior,
Just do the tiniest bit needed in a day,
Just tie your shoes laces and half the race is won
Make a cup of tea.. and the article is written
Clear some clog in the room, and the painting is done..

So, to bump over that comfortable resting point...
that lethargic 66% mid-way stop,
pamper yourself with something momentarily
and just do ONE small thing every day

'Cause I promise you this, when you have inched to 80%
you will be fuelled again with images of victory
all doubt and disbelief and lethargy will be thwarted
You will forget pain and other creature comforts
You will cruise through the finish line..
self-motivation for me, hope it works!
Mirror Mirage Jun 2017
I can't fill a full tank gas anymore,
Dove soap has switched to the cheaper home made alternative
Drinking is measured, even ifs water,
Every breath treasured, thank you lord for surviving
Amidst the gloom and the perilous doom,
when things go up in flames out of boredom,
I didn't plan on this catharsis and transition,
I hadn't had enough of my iPhone, *** and Drugs
But hey, when the time comes, there is no extension,
Like some one said, before going into a fight
A copy of a copy of a copy....
Mirror Mirage Jun 2017
Standing tip-toed on this ridge which overseas everything,
All around me, I see everything that I was and will be..
The #nomnom of my hungry stomach has subsided,
The throb throb of my heart doesn't deafen me anymore..

Don't those involuntary sounds, make you smile..
and take yourself a bit less seriously than what you overthink?
Don't let go, But don't cling too much either...
This is Equilibrium, a construct impossible yet purely plausible.

Your journey so far only adds up if you remember their smiles,
Your journey ahead only makes sense, if you can imagine your own
Which smiles you ponder? Those whom you surprised with love,
Those who appeared out of nowhere to guide and hold your hand..

While we dive into the minutest details of the magic of creation,
or expand and hover above seeing our unanimous victories..
There is that nub, we bump up against, that sweet middle spot,
The point of Equilibrium, between construction  and consumption
Mirror Mirage Jun 2017
Words come to me,
Only when I move at pace,
Be it walking, driving, running or flying,
They only stay, when I race.

The moment I stop or pause,
Or Sit down to write what I just felt,
They fade away into oblivion..
The fragrance lingers, alas no words

Everything we intend to etch,
Is just beyond our reach..
Pardon the gap, said the Lord,
When his finger tip didn't touch ours

Its time to move again, prance and pace,
In an effort to stir up them words,
Cook them as a concoction or a poetic phrase,
Words, in ye, I seek solace
Freestyle Rambling
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