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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Or which that is what I have been taught

Never have I been more defaced by depression

Deliverance of unseen rescue emoted by the thought of what is

Can a gunner run from his aim?

Or is it the aim that blinds the gunner?

Hesitation to hypocrisy hired from ever lasting pause

I smile from substance, never by chance

Unfounded and baseless, it can never be waste-less appreciation

Instead uncontrollable want of what is not,

Never what is…


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Unfinished and accessed, I rely on the attempt that everyday I grow into who I am supposed to be. An existence. My essence is in existing. I reason and I believe but I remain illogical to rapture in my release of self-will. I ravish what is real but abuse what is false. Never have I been able to comprehend the true beauty of my words. Instead confusion relies on my return of faith. For faith found is again lost within the depths of affliction. Agonies that linger and fortunes that fall, it leave… Continue

Scattered

Lost in the sea of exhilaration

Endless emotions

Suffered

Not from pain

But from every emotion felt

I seek to be sought

Never to be found

But lost in your eyes

Mesmerizing mistaken passion

With every created force

I am but only lost in the nature

Of things not only wanted

But established

Denoted to sentiments

Truths

Weighed in on facts

Of feelings and vigor

I trust my facts

For my facts rest in my heart

And my heart speaks only the truth

Exploding articulated tongue
Allowed resisted tension
Continued speaking spinelessly
And rapid spoken reasons
Treason of immediate sounds
Captured by minuets reckoning
Performance of invigorated purpose
The mirrors of everyday beaconing
Participation of your broken being
Rotation of emotions lost
Blood flowing, relentless shaking
The possibilities at my cost
Complete pain starved by love
Tricky words covered in stones
Private feelings yet vocalized reality
The creation is yours alone
Comparison… Continue

Something created that has been lost by force

An unseen capture deluding vision

Scattered from speckles of trust

Atrocities of realizations and then defeat

Sorry eyes that engraves upon the plea

A timetable of rejection and rebuff

Considered aspirations of magnified emotions

Instead in pleasure awakens pain

Controlled invocations of spoken relief

In every dream of smiles comes a scowl

Caring not for one another but for oneself

I alone cannot stand on my own

Everyday my life becomes a… Continue