TIRED OF THE UNDERGROUND
THE SOUND YOU CAN’T HERE
AS IT SCREAMS IN YOUR EAR
HAVE TO MAKE THINGS
READY TO CHANGE THINGS
LIKE THE GREATS ALREADY DID

dear beloved
the seasons come and go
but you remain

you have cast
a dark existence upon me
for what you took, that was for keeps

white mountain tops
have turned rivers
brown leaves have disrobed maple trees  

newborn fawn have opened eyes
and fresh green carpet
has covered the forest floors

three times I've seen
the flock's migrations
since you cast the spell 

for that long ago
you took it all away
and it was for keeps

the seasons come and go
but you remain

I will stay with you,
Even when the times are hard,
We can make stone soup.

By Arcassin B

"Its simple as me and you,
Simple as one and two,
Simple as a church being filled up in these pews,
You think this the real you?
Will Reincarnation make the same you?
Will you go to a heaven-like state or a dying Hellish virtue,
So many choices , you gotta choose,
To be honest,

Might be beneficiary to you,
Open up your eyes,
Death is not the end,
Dead not dead at all,
Its spookism,
Everyone got a time,
Got a date,
Everyone has their cake ,
Inherited their space,
Matrix Reloaded so many times,
We need the spell to break."

New poem titled "Reloaded" full poem link below <<<<
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As I have found myself here again while looking for God
how strange I had to of step
be one there have my fall considered out of a pocket
what seemed well until it
looked as of me that left of
mine to be: I am asking God
what is there now to be
except nights the forests of
steps done below zero by fieldwalks be too cold to sleep
by wind kept of reminded
to be looking for myself.

The age of plastic
Melted into a mould
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Create a total fake ID
I could choose my hobbies according to your preferences
I could tell you exactly what you'd like to hear
But remember I may not be found in this game
The real me will not be present
I could choose my height and weight
But when we meet in the flesh
I will not resemble the image
People envy me for the life I (don't) have
But yet I try to combat my battles
I try to pay my bills
And tomorrow we'll all suffer the consequences
of lives built on cheap thrills
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I'd rather write a million poems
Than appease to what's unjust;
I'd rather die a million times,
Than in you to put my trust.

And if in the end I really must,
I reckon there's spells to cast;
And for those I'll be ****** for,
But at least I stayed,
True to my core.