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struggle and hell are part of life
happiness and heaven are part of life
heaven and hell are life
and if you feel like your in hell
and hell is real to you
then you have to believe heaven true
and the journey through hell
is the struggle we do
the challenges we face
and decisions we choose
a journey of yourself and your world
that is deep inside you
whatever your hell, your strong enough to fight through
but to give up, heaven wont find you
rather to not look behind you
to find love in the journey
and let your pursuit of happiness guide you
time brings the new seasons
time brings new emotions
time brings heaven inside you
time brings hell inside you
time is the journey where love will guide you
time is the struggle that strengthens you
time holds lessons that will grow you
to love your self and your time,
to love your time you share with all
Three serpents hissing in my ear
they want me, haunt me, taunt me, tormenting me
The first he tells me everything I want to hear
"I love you, your beautiful, everything I want,
Let me love you, protect you, I'll be your prince."
His breath soft warm, the poison of his words seeping in

The second he swears he loves me
He longs to love me, but also to leave
He says he'd do anything for me, that he only wants me
He says I just need to love him. Trust him.
He tells me to wait till the day he comes back around.
He begs me to love him until he decides to love me.

The third hisses harshly "Don't be a fool!
They will only use you. To the first you are an object
and you will never be anything more. The other,
he will never choose you. You will always be second best. You'll never be enough for him.
Don't be so naive! They only long to decieve you.
Her words cut like knives, ripping into me with sharp reality.

Face the reality or face your demise.
These three serpents hissing in my ear, But which one is right and which one is wrong?
Does it even matter? To which do I listen to and adhere?
After long, careful, thought, despite knowing better,
I disregard the third, for the truth truly hurts.
But she's still there hissing the harsh reality in my ear.
One day I'll be able to paint my mind
and it'll be that exact shade of eyes.
I can paint it from memory.
Wishmaker, Wishmaker
cast me a spell
nuggets of gold
from your wishing well
blandish my heart
with your finest delights
lift up my soul
to  heavenly heights.

Grey clouds mean nothing
when you are around,
childish- like fantasies
forever abound.
sunshine appearing
wherever you go
bewildering starlight
from where?.. I don't know.

The newest of old things
the oldest of new.
forgotten reminders
come shining through
of days when
life's innocence first began
that wonderful, wonderful
magical man.
my body has shut down
    i move and function
                    but my brain is nothing
         mush with no substance
   i can't hold together
                        the glue isn't strong enough
i'm not strong enough
         without you
                           you're the filling
   the once missing pieces
                      now you're gone
                              and i'm falling apart again
             please
i'll pick up your pieces
     if you put me together again
i don't know if it has anything to do with
     what i do
                           but all my friends seem to be
             in different stages of brokenness
from shattered
     to splintered
     to destructed
     to cracked
                                          is it something i do?
                                 i love them all, and i'll forever be there for them
                                   but even, when i first meet them, and think
"hey you're an alright person"
              by the time i'm really close to them
            they're broken or beginning to break
                   and i'll always help them
but sometimes
i wonder if it might be me
who forces them to break
Stale and sour
Stagnant, stuck
My batteries have lost their power
and I am fresh out of luck.
Windows boarded up,
sunlight can't reach in.
Wine sticks softly to my glass.
I am Isolation.
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