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zackery jennings Oct 2015
white, black, grey do we choose white or black
maybe we choose grey  for combined is white and
black not more powerful with multiple shades of
grey some darker others lighter none purely black
or purely white just grey like the static of a tv
without signal ever a war between white and black in grey's territory this is every ones personal war within.
this i wrote a few years back its namely about balance
zackery jennings Oct 2015
writers block curses my mind and
soul something is there but it will
not show in stead it torments me
like a foggy window it shows only
its undefinable shadow
a unrecognizable blotch just beyond my light
untouchable unreachable
ever there ever dark hidden but not forgotten
so yes it about writes block i was writing a book and suddenly i had nothing so in my frustration i came up with this kinda funny looking back
zackery jennings Oct 2015
i find pain in the brightest place and light hidden in the deep reaches of darkness every one is driven by a deed
this deed be it innocent or be it a dark ******* of ones own mind
drives them to do what must be done to reach there goal thru suffering thru sorrow they will face the timeless challenges that many before them have already either passed or failed but these challenges do not separate those who are brave or those who are shrouded in chaos there is equal opportunity for all and these challenges may always be passed no one is barred from the stage so we must choose for our selves what is appropriate what we see as good and evil in the end it all lays in the eye of the beholder and you yourself are the beholder
i have seen a lot of good people driven by a desire that maybe i didn't find savory but that does not mean they are bad and the opposite is also true but our perception on things is a constant in the fact that it is always changing. the way i see it now this bit from my is still a little rough around the edges
zackery jennings Jul 2015
the cold winter that is my sorrow returns once again like a sheet of ice it leaves me without traction slipping and sliding i try to find my footing once again searching for the path that leads away from this frozen pain i've been here before but this time i know where to look and if i look hard enough i will find my footing once again

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