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Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
On the path to enlightenment
You may find disappointment
If you are consciously seeking,
You will certainly not find
Enlightenment and yourself
Are one in the same

This same...

That is both...

Equates to...

                                                                                     Nothing

And..

                                                                                   Everything

The contradiction of the statement
Is just apart of it
It means..

Nothing

Yet it is..

**Everything
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
Im just a young man
Looking for the truth of reality
Tragically knowledge and its absence
Left a casualty of character
Intangible beliefs left in heaps
Banged and battered
Beneath the battery of ignorance
Discovered by man with,
Thoughts hovered in cerebral;
Elevation looking down
Upon ants filled with elation
Where are these questions floor?
Only truth is there is none
2+2=4 and then some
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
****** knuckles
     From drunken stumbles
                                    That took his pie
         He had named humble
Ready to rumble
                                                                              Were the words he mumbled
                    In a fit and fumble
                                       To find his                               *mind


                                                                                                                                                   More than buzzed
He had become bumbled
                                                                             Just one more shot
Until he
stum    bled
                                   Out the doorway c r u m b l e d

Few ones in his pocket crumpled
      Left from cans funneled
                             I   mpairing cortexes pre                     frontaled
                                                                                                                 Visiontunneled and memory black
He laid down in the street
                                                                            *For an eternity of nap
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
When did truth become treason?
When did reason become remorseful?
When did this freedom become fabricated?
When did this peace making become forceful?
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
Conditioned in the silky soft subtleties of self scolding

Following fools rehearsals I rinsed to repeat

Cold lentic ceased commands as it and confidence cascaded

Swirling centered in this cesspool

Convictions encompassing the spectrum

Congruently caved in
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
Considering belief, dispositions dutifully mixed
******* of skepticism, with ample deviation
Followed by a pony of existentialism riding in

Mad man's drink is bitter but,
At this point all he can accept
Chin deep in the highball glass

Sinking amongst the buoyant
Gulping down helplessness
Yearning for the forgotten island

Where belief was once believed
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
How many letters lost in limbo
How many thoughts washed up no more
Mortal Memories lie motionless behind a window
Heavenly hopes in hand; To reunite upon that shore
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