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Cindy Apr 2020
The absence of time,
Absence of friends,
Absence of a will to live.
This is a plague that has struck our generation.
The absence of support,
The absence of perants.
This is what we have to live with each day.
Seeing no boundaries,
people tear away every piece of joy that was once present.
After all, no one cares.
We have to "know our place," but when anything happens, it's our problem, our fault.
The absence of a role model.
Because life is now even more absent
And death has shown it's presence
Stevie Ray Aug 2014
Stand tall, overpowering all
an essential part of your essence
as much as I am part of you
I am an alien when compared to what you are
an individual amongst individuals
I am all of me there is no one else
no other race, no brother or sisters
but my perants are different..

My character, arrogance
insatiable greed
I
reside in both the strong and the weak
I'm there seven days in a week
and when all of you die
I cease to exist

Burn up oxygen in the sky
the deadly diet for the Ozon layer
push bottled water for max profit
throwing plastic bottles in the oceans water
Let a kid get rich for inventing plastic fishing techniques
in the deep pacific
monopolise it, capatalise it
full shelves of salty ocean water in your local shopping district
use manipulation tactics
Commercials filled with communication riddles
that I use to talk to my inner sanctum.
Because I am inside all of you
a part of your essence
an alien inside you
born in the present
I am your Thirst for Progression
A mindset sickening.
Stevie Ray Oct 2014
Where am I?
Where do I begin
and more importantly
Where does the socially created me begins
and ends?
My mind is filled with thoughts
some relevent, most of them are beyond my control.
So where am I?
Where do I reside in all this wiring?
Where is Me, in all this genetic coding?
The eight percent of my behaviour
dictated by the environment I grew up in.
This complete package that is molded by my perants
is great..
But where am I?
What is it that makes me, me?

Do I reside in my heart? All battered and torn?
Do I reside in my thoughts? All shattered and worn..
Do I reside in Life? Swimming but the currents are strong.
Thrown from left to right, do I reside in the shipwreck of this storm?
Or am I the shipwreck trying to get to the shore?
It's frustrating how I feel lost
and how I am trying to find back my core.
But these questions remain unanswered..
I hope I will find them when I am home..
The seperation of soul and body..
What is your core and "where" is it?
What is it that makes you purely you?
What parts of us is molded by our environment and the paradigm of society? And where does that part begin and end? What is it that makes you uniquely you?
Stevie Ray Feb 2018
Continuous struggle.

Stevie Ray
"Inheritor of past lives sorrows"
Jump over
my perants past,
huddles,
while I tend to
my own masks
and boroughs.

-What am I-

A tool used for processing?!
A body filled with reflection?!
A straight back that can
carry your recollections?!
An antenna that can project back?!
Your reception?!

I may be transparent
but I am not your imagery!
Empathetic,
I feel you
but don't abuse our synergy!
A two way mirror
so I am not your mimicry!

I am not a water well
for your acknowledgement!

Acknowledge yourself
for a change.
Why does everything have to
Happen all at once.
Meet the perants settle down before
Time.
Rush to have the perfect home start
A family to keep everyone happy.
Why doesn't anyone just slow
Down and just breathe?.

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