Don’t try to inspire me,
When you yourself need inspiration.
Droplets everywhere,
He lays down,
Without a care.
Forceful earthquakes,
Shatters his mind.
Volcanoes erupt,
What a strong write.
Enthusiasm leaps,
Anger prevails.
He chuckles,
And evil laughs.
No one can hear.
Determined to conquer,
Yet struggles to arise.
Restless in his motion,
Tear glands to dry to cry.
Feast on the creatures,
That he can see.
Roll over from those,
That he can hear,
But can’t see.
Driven by fear,
But afraid to love.
Tarries in the dark,
As the stars lit,
The sky above.
The moon never in sight,
It’s always night.

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What a beauty, treasure in the night.
I opened the box filled with light.
It dazzled in my eyes as I graciously approached it.
Then fear took me over and I didn't want to show it.
The box that once sparked my attention,
Engraved my soul.
The purity that it once showed me,
Now is just a box of pure hard worthless gold.
I stared at it as he touched me,
Though we did end up dancing in the night.
He reminded me that there is both pleasure and darkness in this world tonight.
Life he tangled me with his love, drove me insane.
The treasure in the box only then laughed at me.
Taken by suprise I was able to shock the treasure box
And its treasure which once looked like gold, now a pile of rocks.
Life then glanced at me, because now I was in control.
To play with a wounded soul would be the darkness of a heart made of gold.
Life.

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I looked at the cat,
The cat look back,
As I wondered what happened to him today.

To my surprise he spoke
My soul did woke,
And I pist my pants out of fright.

The cat did laugh
As it called me an ***,
And my fear did wither away.

But the cat stopped,
To remember his thought,
And to my attention it brought.

A fine line of interest.
Again the cat began to talk,
As he was startled while he walked.

The cat said:

I saw a pink window,
And through it a widow,
That looked like a witch in disguise.

She sat on a chair,
And to my despair,
She winked one of her eyes.

I thought she wanted me,
But she beseeched me,
To eat some of her pie.

Then she raised a bowl of milk,
With a silvery smooth silk
Clothe in her hand that, she waved at me with pride.

I did jump,
As my mouth agreed yum,
Through that pink window.

The widow did turn,
Into the witch I’d seen first
My eyes then tear and burst.

I twitched my body
To turn around,
Then I heard no sound.

But when I made the full 180
That made me look pity,
There she was on the ground.

She laughed at me my face turned blue,
As I stared at her,
From the other side of the pink window.

She said look at your face,
What a big disgrace,
When I noticed my whiskers were gone.

Now you my owner,
Didn’t notice a thing,
Except that I spoke in your sight.

Now that you look like me pretty as can be,
I laughed at the whiskers on your face,
That uplifted my sight.

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This isn't happening; This isn't me.
Life is getting out of hand; Creating its own fantasy.
Usually it would be bartender bartender,
Send me a next drink; Wake up in the morning sick,
But life's still in sync.  Went to the windowpane,
And the rays of the sun graze sharply against my skin.
My heart beating slowly; My thoughts only wanting,
To explain themselves from within.
This is not the time; I'm to close but yet so far.
Is this dream getting to me; Or is my life on par?
No I'm just hanging over.
Yes thats right  hanging over the window,
Is my only option thus far.

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Express your thoughts. Like the Indians art,
Who painted their faces,
And used the ways of the animals for their hearts
Create the image of the open sea,
That dwells within every mans being.
Embrace the vision of the eagles eye,
That sees whatever is coming before the time has arrived.
Adopt the habit of all the big cats that watches their prey,
But keeps their enemy in the palm of their hands.
Then you’ll understand the enemy at hand.
To create a fearless stand.

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