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Sleepless
06:21 Mar 31 2011
Times Read: 488






As the nights linger into age, time takes it's toll with mental disarray, the carbon cycle you can't escape, the carbon cycle seals your fate.



Try as you like, try as you may, sleepless existence will come one day, whether covered in a blanket, or in cast iron walls, sleepless existence will set into us all, or will it.



In this sleep of life I've found, there is a hidden meaning inside the ground, are we asleep or actually awake one day we will confront fate.

Abstract
06:13 Mar 31 2011
Times Read: 489




Surreal



Fleeting feeling, coming and going, fast forward reword and set pace.

Abstract information takes a form.

Understanding and co-relation, a puzzle in which I feel relation, to master understand and see depth in single words is the fun of abstract stringed words.

In a spark we function, with fleeting understanding we have reduction, but if you look hard enough, there are meanings to this stuff.



Abstract, yes I'm into that.

Victory
21:33 Mar 15 2011
Times Read: 506

What is victory, but different for each person, for some who persue it, it's a mental burdon, chasing perfection, mental defections. Battleing one's mind.

This is not wise, to contemplate on total perfection is to cause stress with no chance of your happiness having resurrection, for perfect does not exist, in a world of misfits, some don a mask, others see past.

But the truth is seemingly always hidden, what is defeat to some is victory to others. While happiness is what should do, personal misery is what you'll have if victory is all you pursue.



Victory.

Happiness.



Not all is conquest.

Rest
03:54 Mar 06 2011
Times Read: 516

To end another day, to see another night. Resting, relaxing after the fight, pointless barbaric who is really right, words sting like daggers, just like my fist, assumptions and rabble by stupid nitwits, only the self knows the truth, a human at one with the self.

Kick out some relaxants and roll into sleep with stealth. Alone but content a love for the fights, close those tired eyes while we switch off the lights, dream and sleep with the candles alerting your senses.

Drift away for tomorrow you'll need to be aggressive.



Give what you get, stand and dish it, but for tonight we rest and smile.

Smile for our actions both past and present, to give as we get, not to be sick and repress it.



Who am I but you, a reflection and a view, a mirror in front of your face, my reader so dear I see you're now near, so what do you see when you read me.



Do you see a story unfold, or a reflection that's bold of yourself and the world that's around you, but never will you know if it's truth or not so, perhaps it's your mind that is resting.



A quick retort from a simple mind, for right now, you are resting.

Sleeping dreaming while you're awake, like a drone you read me, go further on to back when you where born and at that moment you'll know me.

Movement
03:42 Mar 06 2011
Times Read: 520

Ever changing and rearranging, dodging words with tensions raising, you better duck down, bystanders beware, you don't know me so don't pretend you've been there, lay on the ground or I will force you down, my mission is clear, I'm here to destroy fear, I will demolish you before you demolish me, look away or my fist will sway, for all your talking one thing is clear, the movement of my actions verse your shitty words so dear.



So sway with my movement which is real, stop your assumptions which you routinely drill, or one day when you leap, someone will be waiting and see you killed.

Mother
07:27 Mar 05 2011
Times Read: 528






One who had sheltered me, one who had fed, the one who at one time tucked me into bed.



Why do you inflict pain on your boys, but treat strangers with joyful repoise'.

You inflict verbal harm, and treat other peoples children to loving arms.



But what are you?



As you're a person who often gives, a part of me loves you

As you're a person who often Lives near, I know you....



But you twist, verbally assault, leer all by default, I despise you.



Why do you hurt your children but care for those of strangers, is it just a hobby, questions polled but never answered by a lobby.



You who hurt me, you who lied, you who make children cry, the one who deceives but gives and makes grieve, you will never see the way my eyes see.



To have no mother as an adult to question your face from your verbal assault.



As I look I hope you die.

For when you go, I will feel no woe, but have remorse because I loved you.



What is a mother?