In prisons with invisible bars,
Bodies filled with invisible scars,
Laying, dreaming, wonderful dreams
Of huge palaces, balls, maidens.
Beautiful walls,
Protective even.
The truth of the matter,
The truth of it all.
That living in the here and know.
Knowing where you are,
Is all the counts.
You might dream a thousand dreams,
You might even feel like they're real.
Your body is withering,
Your soul is tied,
Your spirit is bound.
It's time to wake up,
Rise up and face the music.
And if a certain bastard,
Thinks I'm his sucker.
And he can just put me away...
Well, I won't stand for that,
Or for everything I shall fall...
Why must I create Chaos, destruction?
Is it just an obstruction to my happiness?
Or is the right way forward, the correct passage, the doorway
To a whole new brave world...
When there's construction, first there must be destruction.
To remove all the obstacles from the way?!
Oh, The one without a master, Blial,
Step forward and clear the way...
The pain I must release, but will me it please?
Will it make me whole again?
Will it make me understand?
Will it help me find all those things I’m looking for?
Why is it strong?
Why is it fast?
Will it last?!
And why is pleasure gone, so fast?
Holding on for dear life, and trying to go deep, trying my dignity to keep…
Digging, deeper and deeper and deeper.
Secrets. Finding meaning, finding, and strengthening my foundation.
Finally, I reach elation.
The gyration in my stomach. Is it part of the equation?
Do I need to balance it?
both sides equal as if on the scale?
what’s my tale?
shall I have the taste of victory?
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Pain and pleasure.... a mistery's life.
I haven’t sung my last tune, I haven’t gone off the deep end.
I’m standing in front of a tall mountain gazing at its peak.
The view is breathtaking.
I begin to climb, bit by bit upward and outward.
I stop for a short rest.
And then go on on onward…
The heat isn’t broken, too much of a good thing is a bad one.
You can go to the beach after work or on the weekends,
But it you will never escape .
I can’t say I love the winter but the summer is also not my friend.
What’s unique about love as opposed to lust instead of just burning it warms you and hugs you and keeps you safe.
Last just burns you just like this heat wave relentlessly until you are down on the ground.
You are a shining bright through all the night .
You bring delight, you bring me up to the heavens from the earth.
Fire purifies, and removes that which is secondary that which is unnecessary that which is foreign.
Fire of light fire of night, fire, perform for me tonight.
The streams go on as time goes on, and everything just drips and drips and drips. Where will I go? Where will I stay? Will I be forever? Wondering.
What is the purpose of this life is it an easy afterlife filled with joy?
Well, I will I keep what I have earned or will I lose it?
What’s true possession?
And can I have it?
And should I have it?
No, eye has seen
no ear has heard
what I am about to tell you
Hey bargains, bargains
We all make them, we all break them
But there is a price to pay
For every thing in the under the sun
There is a price and there is a measure
From that I don’t derive any pleasure…
What does it all mean?
Love, oh love.
Do you exist?
Or you’re just a mist? Of possibilities…
Will you give comfort when I’m cold?
Will you give me assistance, when I’m old?!
Are your fruits worth it? Are they a worthy meal, a feast for kings or bread for beggars?
How do you know it’s real and not just plastic? Is it so fantastic to swoop me of my feet?
Do I still have faith in it?
Everything, all. The great poll to find what’s currently in vogue . Constantly changing.
Forging connections, forging relationships, moving ahead, stopping never.
What have I left behind. What did I forget?
And why is it even worth thinking ‘bout?
Learning my lessons, hopefully the easy way, learning to myself better.
From light into darkness and back again.
It’s sort of a cycle, an unending chain.
Darkness, darkness holds the truest light.
from it comes all, to it all shall return.
You are my best friend, when I need comfort.
you blanket me and hug me tight.
Shapes moving in great delight.
Oh darkness hold me tight.
the ravens cry,
The cats go out to play.
It’s the most wonderful time of day.
Dark and light playing out of sight…
Good and bad, why the dread?
What is stopping me from flying?
Should I soar or go within?
How to structure my verse?
How to build up my pitch?
Should I have rhymes?
Deep truths can be conveyed
Via a plain joke…
Why am I being long-winded?
What is it that I seek?
The perfect line, the perfect word.
But all seem lacking…
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