I'm Sad.
Why I'm I sad?
I don't know why, I guess.
Or I'm I falling behind my facade of lies?
Is it because I feel used by family and friends?
Where my ideas and opinion are cascaded to the depths of hell?
Everyone says my heart gold and pure.
Yet they walk all over me.
The urge to yell and scream anger,
bellows within me.
Then Guilt.
Yes the ever persistent Guilt, empowers the facade.
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Perhaps its the death of 8 true friends in 3 years?
Maybe the fact I haven't seen best friends in months?
Perhaps never again seeing my Grandmother,
The woman that knew me best.
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I know what I must do an yet,
I stride away from it with fear.
This facade I hide behind,
eats at my soul every minute.
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I am sad because the thought of closing my eyes forever,
Was joyous.
I am sad because I don't stand up for myself.
I am sad because I have yet to follow my dreams, and
to make my own waves in life.
I am sad because the world has indulged itself in violence.
Mainly, I'm sad because I have yet to do anything about my sadness.

Standing on the porch,
Hand in hand.
We looked out onto the World.
Realizing how much time is left.
Her touch began to feel distance.
Her eyes gazed from afar.
Her body drifted from me.
Her kiss felt icy.
Her smile.
Ah her smile,
How could I forget?
I guess that too has deserted me.

Poetry.
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The fine link of mind to pen.
As words form onto the page,
Spilling from every corners of your brain.
The moment pen touches paper,
You enter a twisted dimension.
Sometimes;
Dark,
Heavenly, and
Cheerful dimensions.

Words that collect themselves on pages,
Sometimes sending bone chilling messages to readers.
Even nice warm fussing feelings.
It moves people to great lengths.
To achieve things that are far from their minds.
It tears down walls of hatred,
And sends out waves of joy.

This art; Poetry.
Has withstood the test of time.
And will not hinder the slightest.
It is my Bible.
My Juliet.
My comfort on those dog days.
My second life line.

Poetry.
Is a state of mind,
That overwhelms even the strongest of wills.
You are the conductor of this orchestra of words.
Let your poetic symphony be heard.
Let it ripple through the hearts and minds.
Let it be the moon that sways the waters and the ill willed.

I will run through that grass filled dimension,
As the sun shines on to my face.
I will become the forger of sentences.
I will conduct the greatest classical score of words.
I will be eternally bound to this state of mind.
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Poetry.

Sitting in my favorite chair.
Sipping my honey filled tea,
Like an elegant glass of wine.
My unbalanced chair teetering,
Back and forth.
Giving an illusion of an old man,
Rocking back and forth.
A day of work; sweat and blood,
Was finally drifting away.
Relaxation was advent.

I decide to check the news.
Changing it from my beloved show; Cowboy Bebop.
What was being depicted,
Widen my eyes.
Not in horror or sadness.
But in surprise and shock.

I have been secretly follow this story.
To see it in video.
To see the actions taken.
To see the great land of pharoahs in revolution.
Bedazzled me.

Still sipping on my honey filled tea.
All I could do was to hope.
Hope these actions for change,
Do not be forgotten.
Hope that civil war doesn't ensue.
Too many have died already for the cause.

Of course hoping isn't much,
Physically I can only stare.
Stare as I sip on my elegant honey filled tea.
Just staring from the outside is all I can muster.

I seek the land of Solace.
Where the sea is blue, like my love's eyes.
It relaxes when boats sail.
Where trees are left to be.
So they product the necessity we indulge in.
And stand tall like guardians.
Where flowers conjure up a choir,
To greet the orange flaming ball that appears.
Where birds unsheathe their wings without fear.
Soaring freely as intended to.
Where blue skies dominate the land.
Clouds bring rain only to renew the land.
Where people of all kinds,
Laugh, dance, love, and enjoy life.
Where music reins supreme.

This is where I flee to.
This is where fate takes me.
I ask you my love.
Join me and forever,
Forget your woes.

Reins grasp me unannounced,
It pulls relentless at my body and soul.
Insanity revealed itself.
Trapped in mind, ready to explode.
Like a placed grenade, thought to be a dud.

Cascading myself back to the hellhole called Earth.
The strings of sanity,
Were hanging from its one remaining thread.
Where did I go astray?
This abyss of gray and white.
Of abstract colors, has become my home.

The Stranger was still dazed and confused.
Yet he managed to shake off the feelings.
"May we have the palaver thee seeks?" He said without parting his lips.
"Aye I will speak, thee will hear."
The Stranger nods, and relaxes within the mud cage.

The palaver lasted from mid day to sunset.
Finally, the Stranger was able to ask questions.

"Why does Death want Hate destroyed?" Was his first question.
"Just because I don the name Death, one should not assume my alignment is evil.
Death should not come at the expense of hate.
You humans swing hate around like a sword.
That is why me and Life caged him here so he can wither in silence."

"Why not **** him yourself?" Was the second question.
"I did not create him nor did our father Essence, humans did.
Hate is the humans doing."
"That will be all."
"Good, a piece of advice Stranger.
Sorrow and Resentment will doom you."

The mud erodes away, at Deaths command.
Death disperses into the air.
The Stranger gathers himself, and continues onward.
The advice played within his mind as he walked.
His mind filed the advice away.
He needed to reach the Door, nothing else mattered.