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A smile, yet a grin for the night is bliss with delight, only the moon tells secrets yet not discussed. To wake is to return to hell of working and living, yeah dream, for they are temptations of the soul.


A dream is yet a vision to ones soul, for we have the power to change the life in fantasy we all seek. Is it to be loved, be a hero? This is the life we all escape from the pressures of today’s dwindling society. To escape burdens of financial woes, problems with our others and to escape the humanity that plagues this world. We dream to live so that we shall not fall into the pit of depression, the spiraling staircase to hell as we see.

We must dream to fantasies about the one we love or cherish to give us a hope that life is not as bad as it seems. We dream to live yet die once again when our eyes open to see the light of the new day. Dream, believe in ones self for no one else can make our life better. Dream and write for solutions may lie in the pages of our thoughts, simple riddles of life are tasks we must move forward with and live life to the fullest. Believe in thy self for beauty is below the masks of our society, we only see what a mirror gives us and yet the real person lies within the soul.

Dream and live.

It is our thought process to examine and define what we are incapable of seeing within the written language. Our mind seems to whirr as our thoughts justify the rational form of the fictional aspects. Our do we just turn a blind I for the fiction is now becoming the reality in which the human race wishes to exist.

It is not my intent to hamper the beliefs or structure of others but to make them logical think that the coin holds two sides no matter if it is lying flat. For good we must have Evil, a balance within our existence to give us hope and dreams of the life that has gone astray. To challenge others minds to be logical and yet have faith in the beliefs of others structured mind.

I know a few shall mock these words, that the logical thinking of this insane mind. Yet I have no worries for my mind values the thoughts and criticism of those who wish to defile my thoughts and my reasoning of my own being.

We or my mine has been so fuzzy lately, not knowing the thoughts that seem to jump within my mind, thoughts of hurt and death. Yet no answer too any of this turmoil that seems to plague me lately... Confusing, my mind speeding ahead looking for relieve in this life. Yet it shudders as there is no answer to the path in which I have seen or taken. For the doors seem to be more at every turn lost in the direction of life and love and death.

I am sure answer will soon be and life once again will not falter on the tracks of life, and once again my thoughts and words of compassion will again flow freely on the pages of my mind and soul.

Is a person so logical that sometimes the words seem so illogical. The ideas of skeptics have a place and yet it falls to the waste of those who wish not to challenge if the logic of these individuals are flawed or not. For some answers hold different meanings in life, as artist we have learned that many shades make up this world in which we live. So like the colors portrayed we in fact have different answers to one pondered question.

My mind dizzy try to figure the solution to this; I have we all become so infatuated with numbers that we ourselves have become one. Neh, my emotions and thoughts upon the pages of time and caring are in fact more than this world could ever take from me. Myself; find myself; no, myself, never to falter or stray from what I feel is right. Or know what is right, love, feelings emotions of the soul given to those who deserve it, need it, cherish it, it is theirs to have and enjoy and know that I care for their friendship…

Concrete life is all around us we must look over the top to see the whole picture. Life is hard but at some times the beauty of it is never seen under the footsteps we take. For the rush of our everyday life has consumed our very souls in which passion and love use to be the first we held. We struggle to make our lives whole, yet we search like into the night like a lighthouse looking for a ship to guide to safety.

Life it seems to be more stressed as the hours seem to fade in the dimming light of the night. Shadows of pictures that once where are now flashing on the screens within the halls of my mind. Remembering the light and luxury of those I hold dear to my heart and soul. Passion not yet lost but separated only by the pages of this sheet. Whispers that carry in the wind, that taunts and plays with my body. Tingling caressing the emotions I hold within showing hiding from all those who ask.

My life a mystery shrouded in pain and knowledge of the past and yet so much the present. Love once I have held and yet has walked and faded like the words upon these tears swept pages. Changes, so unnoticeable to all, yet still there, lingering in the air like the smell of a forgotten fragrance which tickles the nose and yet is unrecognizable to the empty mind. Life, what of life is it so hard that we must forget that the structure of society is a tool for our own life. To guide and to care or have we become the tiny ant, who works all year long not to play and not a care for anything.

I stay to myself a lot, and keep within the secrets of life and love, to keep this cruel world out. For this I have created doors and shudders to keep it out, yet it seems to be falling like a great wall around my sanctuary. The doors within my mind clatter like a great wind rattling them wanting in. Hurt of dear friends have sent my emotions in overdrive and fathoming ideas of poor choice and decisions have left my mind totally puzzled. Actions no matter minor seems to have evolved into a wildfire throughout this small little area; Yet to keep burning and not to be extinguished through morals and upright thoughts of others. Thoughts, my thoughts, why, what has happened, why: Is all I can put together.

Confusing, unsettling thoughts, I shall ponder the words I have written to try and find the reasoning and to help others. For if I am confused, I am sure others are as I.

And what of life anymore, confusing tricks of the mind which I can no longer see, the doors in my mind gated and chained for no one to trespass and cause harm to my soul which hides like a child, scared and not knowing where to go from this point on.

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Gomez
02:50 May 07 2024

Dark words. Sometimes people just want to see the world burn. I can't lie sometimes i'm even one of them. It's a big deal having a friends back. Looking out for them. I hope your friends recognize it.

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Earthgrinder
03:12 May 07 2024

It's amazing the battles and wars that are experienced in our minds. All the while facing the world with a calm face. Hope you win your battles and war.

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