No time to refine the conceptual mind
Patterns are formed, developed,  defined.
Look within and you should find
Who bares the fruit at the end of the vine

Is reaching the pinnacle of perpetual life redefined  
Worth the risk of committing a crime?
Go, hide away.....
Run for cover.....
You can get what's been lost some other time

In the shadows as in the light
You still shine
Like a shooting star, afar, on a cloudless night
Past the moon, so soon, so bright

If you deny, it's a lie, not the truth
From all we were taught and we learned in our youth
All alone or in a group
Everywhere that you look there is proof

He who climbs the tallest tree
Has the rights to the fruit
Whether he's disheveled,
Or in a suit
Eye on the prize, worlds collide
No dispute.

Some people wither with love,
Others blossom.

A dead man once told me to open my mind to the pretend "fore soon they become real."
He told me to open my heart to the forgotten "fore they too have an appeal."

Upon the ghostly white face of that dead man, eyes of pure gold,
His white body stood tall and lanky, the touch of dead flesh grew cold.

I opened my mind and began to see clear reality,
My heart opened wide to find those forgotten knew the truth of actuality.

I asked him why he blessed me with this knowledge, wishing me off so well,
He told me how he had not know, causing him to fall to a death more unpleasant than Hell.

That somber dead man then fled to his grave,
Just as he vanished he whispered "Be brave."

I pass on this event to tell you all,
Open your mind and heart or soon you too shall fall.*

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And all the "I love you's"he said,

She knew would turn to "I loved you" one day.

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One loved,
And died for love,
Cause happiness wasn't an option.

Another loved,
And lived for love,
Cause happiness wasn't an option.

Who loved more?
I wonder...*

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There was once a fox, a fox whose name had gone unknown, but nevertheless was in truth all on its own.
With a pelt of fire and auburn, and eyes deep and serious,  it was no doubt why so many considered the fox "mysterious".
Yet, this tale is different, and I will tell you why, this fox was not like the rest, he sought to be like the wolves- twas' no lie.

He envied their beauty, their ability and strength, in fact his admiration went on to a fractured great length.
He would try to howl and change his stature- hell even his look, it was a matter of great indifference, but try as he might- no matter how long it took.

In time, after so much effort he took to the wolf, they welcomed him and never knew his story, pride and arrogance he was engulfed.
He followed and lived as one for the while he was deceived, but after all the time had past, disgust and mockery from all other animals was what he received.

It was only when the wolves outwitted him and made him a fool, that they chased him and slandered him, oh, the treatment had been cruel.
Now the fox understood why animals each held their own class and identity, when he realized then why he was meant to be.

A fox he was and would always stay, to the start of his life to the finish of his decay. Yet, he was reminded of why foxes were special, it was because they were no one else; it was stupid to compare, whether it be lion or mouse.  He saw beauty in an idol of its own, he became so mesmerized and driven, that even his heart he disowned. He saw no beauty in himself, when really all others did, that now his respect and dignity was so pitifully dead.

Though he admired the wolves and tried to seek them without end, let it be known fame and popularity is a horrid trend. So there are others greater and have more to do, but have you ever considered they may wish to be you?

Like the fox who wanted to be a wolf,  but in time fell too much in greed, be careful of the lies you choose to follow and take heed! Because not every beautiful face is as kind and free, be happy you are You and can declare "I am me."

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Times an illusion,
We think it can not be controlled-but we thought wrong.
The Devils intrusion, has blinded us from the truth that-
lies in this song.
There is a link connecting us; time stands still then turns to dust.
When the truths placed in its stone, and this song is played,
Time is His to own, it shall obey.

Times an illusion,
We think it can not be controlled-but we are wrong.
The Devils intrusion, has blinded us from the truth that-
lies in this song.
Present, past, and future change, hear the prayer from all our days.
So you must never give in, what ever the cost.
If you let him win-then time is lost.

-The Book of Kakarou

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The relentless effort to exhale
Emotions, with composed face,
That's me around you

Your presence alone
deprive me of the power of resistance
I Lose control, become irrational
That's me around you

Your flawless beauty, intoxicating my vision
Entertaining my every senses
Teasing the mere faculty to see beyond.
.........that's me around you.