Poetry I

You don’t see that your lies cannot compromise
What He was said to have worked for, bled for, and died for.
Anger breeds inside of me, believed in your theogony
Lives that do not live anymore, I had been there before,
Believed the score, but nevermore.
Just waste your time not thinking, sinking down as you are swallowed down,
By The One that was sent to save you.
Immortalized, by promises that could not be kept, leaps of faith that should not have been leapt.
But you made them, believed them, and still you sinned?
Nothing left to put your faith in. But it happens again.
Paradise does not wait for the waning of your mortality,
Wake up from your dream and savor a meal of reality
A Flower, dog, nor river gets a heaven when each dies,
Do you still not realize, you have bought the lies,
A child cries.
Death is the end.


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Tried to think a thought tonight,
Cried with a drink I fought with fright.
Never ending whispers I hear so real.
Clever mending answers I fear to feel.
Reality is a mindless perception perceived.
Mentality gives us timeless sensations deceived.


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And now its time to look into the dreams of a fearful soldier,
Fighting his way, yet not knowing what his way is.
Walking into a future of paths not yet laid, not yet made.
He tries and cries, but it will not cure his subliminal alienation.
he walks mentally wounded before the battle ever begins.
His soul has been beaten and badgered by the ones he put his faith in.
Empty truster.
Choosing what is right, but not knowing his choice is wrong.
He doesn’t know what’s right, what’s worse is he doesn’t want to fight.
Too young to kill, too young to realize he is not as old and ready as he
Conceives and perceives himself to be.
But he follows
He is an Indian following a chief.
Nothing but a Naïve sheep.