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Years gone by without seeing myself, Sheltered from the world like a babe, The toils of life and the world covered, Like a curtain covering the window to destiny, When was it that I lost sight of who I am? Was it never there or was I locked in? The roaring blaze of fiery pain now seeks to be extinguished, I desire to accomplish what I can in this unforgiving void. To realise my ambition and vision as any man should, Now I must free myself, I am past hoping a friendly force to liberate me, I shall now liberate myself, To experience either glory or ruin. By my own merits forever more.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC
A Heavy Truth.
**** of righteousness built across our life river - swells pool of merits.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
A ****
You were born, and like it or not, you're going to die don't claim to be human, if you lack the capacity to cry by wasting time, this precious of commodities goes lost only as life comes to an end, you understanding its cost A poem with a vision, control the fear, make a decision when surrounded by doubt, you anticipate the collision by coming face to face, you're forced into a confrontation always finding yourself rushed by others, your frustration That light at the end of the tunnel, thinking where it can be but more often than not, a mirage is all that you really see trying to transform reality, but life is only a merry-go-round until you meet your soul, then existence becomes profound This world is about foreseeing eventualities, that's where we're all headed whether for good or bad, the choices we make will forever be embedded no secrets exist in the world above, and much depends on just what we do so look forward in making the right decisions, and those merits they accrue How deceptive we humans are, passively content with maintaining our status until we're put to the challenge, and in need of all that emotional apparatus there's simply no escape, so we must face the music, learn to accept reality our ultimate demise has already been decided, death is an absolute formality So live for the present, and focus on the good waiting for you on the road ahead while never forgetting, there's plan and purpose in all the good that you spread rejoice in life and in all the good that you do, as your Creator awaits your return destined to find true happiness, a happiness that only yearning souls can discern
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
Foreseeing Eventualities
You were born, and like it or not, you're going to die don't claim to be human, if you lack the capacity to cry by wasting time, this precious of commodities goes lost only as life comes to an end, you understanding its cost A poem with a vision, control the fear, make a decision when surrounded by doubt, you anticipate the collision by coming face to face, you're forced into a confrontation always finding yourself rushed by others, your frustration That light at the end of the tunnel, thinking where it can be but more often than not, a mirage is all that you really see trying to transform reality, but life is only a merry-go-round until you meet your soul, then existence becomes profound This world is about foreseeing eventualities, that's where we're all headed whether for good or bad, the choices we make will forever be embedded no secrets exist in the world above, and much depends on just what we do so look forward in making the right decisions, and those merits they accrue How deceptive we humans are, passively content with maintaining our status until we're put to the challenge, and in need of all that emotional apparatus there's simply no escape, so we must face the music, learn to accept reality our ultimate demise has already been decided, death is an absolute formality So live for the present, and focus on the good waiting for you on the road ahead while never forgetting, there's plan and purpose in all the good that you spread rejoice in life and in all the good that you do, as your Creator awaits your return destined to find true happiness, a happiness that only yearning souls can discern
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i wanted to scream so loudly the cells circulating my body would freeze - sadly, the ice which settled in my blood cells refused to cave in. the weight of this has not left me yet and she was more beautiful than a monarch in flight before she clipped her wings clean off and the wind from the act blew us all away and i'm failing in this attempt to discover any merits in thinking about someone who is unable to come home yet i'm still texting her "please come back".
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
the monarch's unflight