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The morning before....
with unresponsive eyes.
Leave my body half broken, still in a chaotic state of mind.
Don't know which way I'm going.
Portrayed with trick mirrors.
To give false hope.
The mirrors hide the dips,
and holes of the trail.
Broken bones, broken spirit.
Tunneled walls, where is the end?
Emptying out into the midst of the,
seemingly adamant problematic.
Disappearence and reappearance,
of the basis for my personal calamatiy.
Skepticism from the cynic.
Auctioned to the highest bidder.
As you wonder about my existence.
Confusion sets in; with the unpredictablity,
of what propaganda you have to campaign
for the calamatical sponsors you support.
12/2/2005 9:56 pm
the cigarette falls as if cast off|
from fingers tips ill at ease
the spark ingnites a flame
from which the light of hope begins
who shall bear witness these shades of truth
all or none, alone in the light
ever the vigilante, on this side of right
fear not those lurking or thier dark shades of night
they are mere shadows of truths gone by
superceded by today's new lies