Presentation has a price
when the world hates with pride
confident that they're fully right
with beliefs on their side

born of dogma the past exclaimed
or toxic fears that betray
both lead to hurdles placed
for the act of coming out

here's the joke played on us
those who should care the most
by writ of blood or consequence
embody poisons and not progress

thus to hide in plain sight
or shed the blood from a life
becomes the path many take
when acceptance comes too late.

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Tears hide behind the smile
with the frown yet to arrive
when the prompts harken forth
parting clouds for something more

blackness is normality
near at hand in everyday
still the need can’t be denied
joy pretended to blind the mind

assuring the cares of worried ones
wishing nature to be more kind
even with the facade renounced
reality embraced by the frown

emotion's battle between the two
one inside for perpetude
the other seeking to explain
why the sun must cloak the rain.

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The stand-in has their place
a substitute in many ways
for the creature kept within
fully cowed by cries of sin

evoked on lips as the truth
conveyed out loud in perpetude
from the elders seeped in fear
a bias passed through the years

this masquerade responds in kind
the doppelganger all to mild
seeking peace with the world
at any price is the resolve

while behind the private mask
a hell exists without regard
for the pretender strutting round
the stand-in within the bounds.

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To see the world through the notes
witnessed without the aid of eyes
exclamations of counterpoint
revealing both the lows and highs

a form describing entire worlds
from turn of melody by instruments
the sequence measured in the beats
mountains built as consequence

this vision seen in full bloom
with rainbows found in timbre’s groove
bridging valleys in between
contrast the tones by silence spoke

repeating in a wild refrain
apparitions of purest joy
fully seen in lucid dreams
realized by harmony.

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The signs exist to be seen
no longer hidden if observed
by the travelers who pursue
adventures found beyond the fade

on paths divergent from the norm
into realms where monsters lay
judged as such by the crowd
with a judgment that’s not shared

those denizens that disagree
knowing life cannot be caged
doors are made to walk through
when the desire finds latitude

nature holds a wide palette
with rainbow’s colors in between
shown to a world that’s not afraid
to read the signs that are displayed.

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A thousand spotlights probe the dark
demand the sharing of their light
this multitude of good intent
falling short in their brilliance

those precious beams should reveal
what’s beyond that’s concealed
instead the shadows rule the day
as well as night to broad dismay

the sum of nothing is resolved
to exist beyond love’s call
when the void is not dissolved
by intentions of the heart

still the shafts seek to share
resolutions of tenderness
if only they had a chance
to pierce the dark and share the light.

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A single night becomes the hinge
moving past the commonplace
with a sight that deviates
from the norm that most embrace

beyond the drone of the days
where conformance brings dismay
put aside in truth’s pursuit
of relevance by joy’s display

testimony of what should be
imagined in the realm of dreams
realized without regret
then voiced to others as consequence

the promise made stakes a claim
‘if only this were every day”
now gods have heard the call
in depths of night to the beyond.

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