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Perspective

Birds eye view
All is beneath where life doesn’t qualify my dreams
Although I am not above
The time spent on thoughts
And minimal acts
If existence precedes essence
I am without and within
These years I’ve spent
All the time give
This is all I have to express
As I leap in despair from above the globes ceiling
If not all than only I ceases

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Perspective

Birds eye view
All is beneath where life doesn’t qualify my dreams
Although I am not above
The time spent on thoughts
And minimal acts
If existence precedes essence
I am without and within
These years I’ve spent
All the time give
This is all I have to express
As I leap in despair from above the globes ceiling
If not all than only I ceases

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Free Time

We smile with glee at those small pauses
When time speeds during the best moments
But isn’t all time free?
Free to spend
Free to waste
Free to steal and squander
Until the freeing end

Shall dictate and not be dictated by time?
Shall we run side by side into eternity
O’ Father Time
With snowy beard
And nature’s mother with whom You spend Yours
Shall the grains be slowed or in the least
Shall they…

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Free Time

We smile with glee at those small pauses
When time speeds during the best moments
But isn’t all time free?
Free to spend
Free to waste
Free to steal and squander
Until the freeing end

Shall dictate and not be dictated by time?
Shall we run side by side into eternity
O’ Father Time
With snowy beard
And nature’s mother with whom You spend Yours
Shall the grains be slowed or in the least
Shall they…

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Little Lies

Highly conceptualized inarticulate being
Experienced little in thoughts alone
Inexperienced
From the balcony of my soul
I watch the world go by
Spiraling
Into depths unknown

For what they know
I know not
Although no despair
Although there’s light where tunnel
Behind only darkness
With self-conscious
A Janus-faced friend
To others
But not my own
I find
I know not

But what of love?
What of death?
Wh…

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Walk

Walk http://wp.me/s4lIMw-walk

Strolling slowly unmoved is he.
The children pass him as he passes through traffic there’s not much here for him, although there may be more out there.
Out there where he may never be, where time may be spent with another or not.
Slipping into a solipsistic coma

There’s not much there for her, although there may be out here.
She moves swiftly swaying with each step like the sun, the children reach…

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Walk

Walk http://wp.me/s4lIMw-walk

Strolling slowly unmoved is he.
The children pass him as he passes through traffic there’s not much here for him, although there may be more out there.
Out there where he may never be, where time may be spent with another or not.
Slipping into a solipsistic coma

There’s not much there for her, although there may be out here.
She moves swiftly swaying with each step like the sun, the children reach…

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Last Call

One more round
To wash the night down
Then some coffee before we depart
Another glass and I’ll soon feel swell
Just one more
I’ve got a tale to tell
No fairies about nothing to astounding
About man of many mistakes but in time gained clarity
So please come near
No this isn’t a story about a long lost dear, his Angus didn’t wonder but You still may shed a tear

Home is where the heart once we were…

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Last Call

One more round
To wash the night down
Then some coffee before we depart
Another glass and I’ll soon feel swell
Just one more
I’ve got a tale to tell
No fairies about nothing to astounding
About man of many mistakes but in time gained clarity
So please come near
No this isn’t a story about a long lost dear, his Angus didn’t wonder but You still may shed a tear

Home is where the heart once we were…

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Break

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What then shall be adorned upon the meek and lowly born?
A pike for each
Or a crown of thorn’?
And what then of the hearts so brave?
A pike for each
Or a crown to save?

Those who scurry and scratch
That inverted from mouth to hand
Man in the bodies of animals
Animals in the bodies of man
Shall we sell what is not ours?
But o’ we own not our souls for our souls are what we are
Do we not possess…

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