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MonkeyZazu Jan 2015
Shadowy clouds of realization form.
Truth rains down, cold and wet
with no umbrella of illusion to keep me dry.
Reality roars, trembling my bones.
I fear what's about to be before me.
In a instant, depression strikes
dragging me back to that sad sorrowful place
where fairy tales stop holding my hand and heart.
depression described from the perspective of storm.
MonkeyZazu Jan 2015
You said you’d always be my friend
but didn’t stick with me til the end.
You told me I completed you
that you’d love me forever,
yet here I am, by myself, alone
you and I no longer together.
Don’t cry, your not life’s only lie.
Society filled my head with so many misconceptions
pulling me back and forth in all these different directions.
Get a job, make lots of money, you’ll be real happy.
Yet here I am, busting my ***, feeling **** ******.
Go get educated at some fancy institution
then your life will be better, that’s the real solution.
Doesn’t sound half bad, I’ll take you up on that bet.
4 years pass, still busting my ***, forty grand in debt…
In a life full of lies
death seems to be the only thing certain.
I know it would never hide the truth from me
behind some ******* curtain.
When it comes, I won’t be seeking solace.
I’ll be smiling, saying “Thank you for keeping your promise.”
MonkeyZazu Jan 2015
clouded by the darkness of experience
in between the cracks of sanity and despair
tiny shimmers glistening with the divine light of truth appear
resonating and reverberating everything in your wake.

let it take you home.
MonkeyZazu Jan 2015
Without a clear image of you in mind,

freedom to create you is mine.

But I won't make you into anything.

I will not commit the crime of giving you form.

I would never put a shell around your being,

for it's your raw substance I awe in.

Your formlessness is what I admire.

In this state you are any and everything to me

Possibly endless,
you are an endless possibility.
MonkeyZazu Jan 2015
the closer you are
the harder it will be to see
everything that i am.
I will only appear to you
blurred and distorted.
if you really want to see me,
know me for all that i am,
get back, back away.
moving in closer is not the right way.
you see
your focus can't stay fixed
for life is a blur
and you'll constantly have to change your perspective
to truly see it
to  truly see me
and everything that we are.
MonkeyZazu Jan 2015
we are in
an upward trend
where everything is beautiful roses.
let's not descend
downward
because all we'll have then
are thorns.
MonkeyZazu Dec 2014
Life
is at times
an unwanted gift.
The sentiment is nice
but sometimes I think  
having the receipt would be nicer.
Maybe then it could be returned.
Maybe then enough money would be given back
for a new one.
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