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light shines down

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from up above

asks for nothing
only delivers endless love

gives one all
he ever needs

heals his heart
when often it bleeds

sacrificing all
just for that one man

never asking in return
just giving all it can

bringing warmth
to cold cold days

lifting fog that blocks his way

why can’t he return this gift
by helping each sad man that crosses his path?

for this would be the key
to bring him happiness
then for once, he could just throw back his head

and release a hearty laugh

in the spotlight

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in the spotlight once again

as one rises to the occasion
to do exactly what is expected and nothing not in the plan

as it has all been written in blood
the script of life has been around since time began

How dull and pointless it sometimes seems
that we try so hard for manufactured dreams

fantasy and reality share the same seat
when one does nothing flagrant or discreet

a thought is a thought, somehow put there by something once seen sometime, somewhere

we are all playing roles
‘the part of our life’

but, who is it that I ask if I would like a rewrite?

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a sign is posted on the door…

‘Open when you are lost.

You’ll be found

(there is no cost).’

spewing out

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spewing out
like a sewage plant
the ‘great’ things of the world

all the actors, acressses and music video stars
jump around and waste my time

robbing my mind of precious time
time for thoughts
time for care
time for deep meditation
carrying of my soul when it’s too far down to carry itself

it’s time to slow down the soppage
end this crazy madness



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chaos …  total and complete constructs the world in which we live. Twisting, turning around, running backwards, tripping on a shoelace, Falling sideways into a bowl of wax. Reaching frantically as the wax dries, engulfing us all without a second thought. What is really going on?

How ironic and crazy everything always turns out. Leaving us all in such a state of shock and surprise that we forget to watch where we’re going and accidentally cartwheel into a black hole, or maybe the Bermuda Triangle.

Lost…as everyone is, a person gets so used to it, they almost believe that they know exactly where they are. A funny mirage, we all seem to be living through. The reality every human depends on, that is truly no reality at all. A perfect model of the human existence. Walking through a vast and desolate plain of complete and utter nothingness. All the time believing it is Buckingham palace, or perhaps the Capitol in Washington D.C.

Everything of the utmost importance can’t even strain spaghetti. Can one exist without all these peripheral ‘necessities’… ‘of course not!’ Who can live without expensive toys and other useless things. Where is value? What do people really treasure?

Obviously not the Self… The sole savior for their messed up and lost minds. The one person they can truly see, feel, understand and learn something from. Selling their soul, their being … for a moldy crust of bread while Thanksgiving Dinner lies just beneath their belly-button. Why long for other just as mixed-up, turned upside-down, and washed out — what can they offer but rotten potatoes with bulging eyes? People must see to believe, perhaps that’s why they can’t believe in anything at all, only cars, beautiful women and pockets full of money. But what good do they do? Does this bring us any closer to the one, the ultimate, the one savior which lies sleeping within us. Just waiting for the optimum moment to explode and open our eyes to the wonderful truth in front of us? The secret is a well-kept one, and superficial, generic, fake believers never see the real- hidden beneath tons and miles and bushels and piles of cheap, worthless junk.

Okay, so it’s time to wake up, find yourself and emerge as the one you’ve always meant to be. The day of destruction is here. Open your eyes, slap yourself in the face and watch the meaningless nothing we call the world as we know it, crumble at your feet. The absolute, wonderful, vast, yet simple freeing world of your mind lies beyond the door. The ever-ajar, always heavy and reveling door awaiting you. just on the other side, right inside the magical universe of your over-busy, over-worked, always preoccupied mind. — Open It.

so much

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so much
for me to say and feel

so few words
and action that are for real

not much time
to think things through
only time to act and do

hoping what I choose
is right

will make my future
soft and bright

but no one knows
for sure

there are so many things

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there are so many things out there to be thankful for
but yet I find myself lying here
crying on the floor

I feel empty
completely washed out

there’s nothing that takes it away
I just want to shout
and scream
and yell
and punch

but I just can’t
can’t do it
it seems far too much

life seems just empty
and life seems so dead
each day is walked through
with nothing exciting
nothing worth being said

life sucks

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life sucks.. and then y ou die

but who ever stops
to ask why?

sucking it up like cigarette smoke
feeling hopeless and always broke

completely depress
holding it in

just waiting for hell
to come round again

Missing the innocence
that once used to be

wondering how
this could happen to me

What’s going on?
Why am I here?

suddenly surrounded by all that I fear

Failure pounding
at my door

don’t think I can take too much more

life is strange

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life is strange
I feel so plain

there’s no point to anything
I can’t seem to gain

no reason to live
no reason to die
I don’t really care
and don’t understand why

I’m searching in vain
for a reason to go on

hoping and praying
my last chance isn’t gone


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open the box, take a peek inside

scan the pieces
find the one that cannot seem to hide

same size and shape
and a pattern that is similar

but something about that one,
it makes it unfamiliar

you can’t put your finger on it
it’s hard to understand

How something so alike and equal
can feel and act so banned

forbidden to thoughts and feelings
forgotten with the shake of the box

that special piece reaches for companions
but seems only to get more lost


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it’s funny

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it’s funny, so funny

how time just goes on

no matter how bad today was
there’s still tomorrow and all it’s problems

despite how bad it seems to be
it can always get worse

and it does, constantly

good is good, but not for long
relieved enough to finally smile and


a piano falls on your head the you’re right back to being Wilee E. Coyote…

beep beep.

The Little Things in Life

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Too often we don’t realize
what we have until it’s gone

Too often we wait too late to say
‘I’m sorry, I was wrong’

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts

And we allow stupid things
to tear our lives apart

Far too many times we let unimportant things get in our mind
and by then it’s usually too late
to see what made us blind

So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you

Take the time to say the words
before your time is through

Be sure that you appreciate
everything you’ve got

And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot

just then

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lightning flashed and she was scared. She didn’t know what to do. Here she was, stuck on the side of the road with no money, nowhere to go, her only possession a pack of cigarettes she despised by  now. 

She sat down on a large rock that rested on the side of the road and ran through the day’s events in her head.

It had seems like forever since she had left her small Missouri home and spent all the money she had left for a bus ticket to Mexico; but it had been just his morning.

Now, here she sits. Under the most beautiful skky she has ever seen. Holding a knapsack containg a change of clothes and her journal. Where am I and where do I go from here?…

She sighs, and lets the rain wash away all her fears. She sits for what seems like forever, takes a breath and looks with determination toward the long road ahead.