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The location no map can pin-point,
The blind region of the universe.
Living turns in to existing,
Existing mutates in to subsisting.
Emotions have no place here.
The body is in a cadaverous state,
The heart thinks but the mind aches.
The mouth has been moulded to deceive.
The eyes are impervious to lies.
This is the place where true honesty lies
Know one can surmise how you feel,
Those who once cared have dematerialized.
You can only re-lie on yourself,
False deceptions allow us to proceed.
Realise the real lies we tell ourselves
Allow us to proceed
Life Without SamsonLife without Samson
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Familiar FeudsFamiliar feuds
Arguments arise from nothing.
Sinister facial expressions appear,
Bodies stiffen in to a recluse.
Tears cascade in rage,
The point is lost.
Yet the debacle proceeds
Fingers steer accusingly,
Vocal volumes increase.
Forgetting why it all started.
Using past events to support
Stupid and suspicious claims.
Followed be the stomping of hoofs
Intensity inhabits the vicinity.
Neither party wants to give in
Inner thoughts revealed to the outer world.
Covert remarks announced,
Tempers increase expeditiously.
Underneath they long for each other
But this cannot be displayed.
Neither of them want to show weakness,
The stand off continues.
Now they've forgotten why the argument occurred.
The whole purpose has been obscured.
This could have easily been deterred.
Love and understanding would've have been preferred.
The likeliness of this outcome would be absurd.
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies.
Open my imagination and close my eyes.
Envision a place where I would rather be.
As far away from any judgmental eye that can see.
A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete.
Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete
Confinement that I am forced to exist in.
A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in.
A place where nothing but a smile is required.
Where I can think and write to my heart's desire.
A place free from any physical and mental disposition.
Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion.
A place where there are adjustable weather conditions.
Where there is no need to enforce any laws or restrictions.
A place where everyone can do exactly what they wanted.
Where everyone would feel appreciated, accepted and wanted.
A place where money is just an undefined and unwritten word.
Where it is promised no natural or manmade disaster will ever occur.
A place that even the man upstairs would speak high
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Because the rich and poor can never be merged.
The idea of a just world is just a rehearsed lecture.
Those who seek to create this will be publically purged.
We all fall victim to man kind's thin, green texture.
This is the life we are unwitti
Someone Else.Someone Else.
I wish I had a...
A heart that is malleable.
A mind that isn’t practical
And a life that is fanciful.
I wish I had a...
Tranquil touch that never hurts.
A mouth that thinks before it spurts
And a body that is control of its nerves.
I wish I had...
Feet that are confident and able walk fast.
Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp
And an ass that can rebound after every task.
I wish I had a smile that is permanent.
I wish I had eyes that were not so observant.
I wish I had the mass to withstand any disturbance.
Sometimes I wish I could be a completely different person.
The Empty CupboardThe Empty Cupboard
You open me everyday.
Sometimes a gentle tug, other times a swift yank.
Then you slam me shut, my joints weaken.
You rummage through my compartments,
Pulling, snatching, grabbing my organs as you please.
My skin reluctantly changes colour,
Chipping and flaking off.
My hand was once steady and firm,
Is now feeble and loose.
Now you open me with ease without resistance.
What will you take next?
Will dust and desolation become a familiar force?
Slowly and gradually inhabiting my whole body.
Until nothing is left
What will you take then?
Self Made.Self Made.
Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer.
Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master.
Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced.
Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance?
Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve.
Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard.
Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity.
Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually.
Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up.
Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt.
Remain independent; refrain from complying and relying on others.
But understand that those conceited people also needed loving mothers.
Polish and accomplish your dreams and visualise them into this reality.
Remember that failing is nothing but one of life’s constructive formalities.
So be confident go and see the things you have always wanted to see.
Allow yourself time
I Need You You're My Other HalfI Need You, You're My Other Half
You are the other half of my puzzle,
the key to my lock,
keeper of the door to my heart,
your sun to my moon,
you are the stars that light my way at night.
You are my lighthouse on the shore,
my albatross to guide my way at sea,
my homing pigeon with messages of hope,
my faithful falcon with steadfast piercing eyes,
my trusty steed,
You are the blood coursing through my veins,
and the tears that melt their way down my face.
You are my celestial pair, my avatar, my glowing archon, my angel of light.
You are my beacon, my hope, the test of my faith and courage, and the wellspring of love within me.
You are the reason I live for, my raison d'etre, my reason for being.
I was made for you, and without you I am incomplete.
Won't you fulfill my destiny?
Won't you complete me?
Be my better half, guide me over the rough waves and let me be your faithful protector in return.
Let me be your faithful devoted companion through times of plenty and times of fasting, t
Love AgainI wonder if I'll love again.
I was so in love with you.
Love doesn't come easy.
It's not something I do.
I never loved my mom.
I never loved my dad.
There was never any love,
In any relationship I had.
I'm not alone in this.
There are other's like me.
I met a man who didn't love,
His wife or girl of three.
And so I'll find a man,
Who makes me smile.
I may be looking,
For a little while.
Happiness doesn't mean love.
My heart won't be his.
I don't just fall in love.
That's just the way it is.
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mind
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding wound
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
ObsessionYou are my obsession.
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Charade (or Dysfunctional Love)Something old, something new,
Just give me one perfect devious answer,
Or do I have to weed out of you a clue?
You say you adore me, but it feels like cancer,
To perform this childish charade every disaster.
Close shut the door and wave goodbye,
Look through echoes of grimy glass in regret,
To see a forlorn face but you don't know why?
Where times spent in trust you can never forget,
From chords of a pitiful piano that sing then cry.
Something borrowed, something blue,
Just give me one good honest reason,
Why I should give a damn about you?
You say you love me, but it feels like treason,
To play this churlish charade every season.
Open wide the curtains and say farewell,
Breathe through sighs of arid air in despair,
To see a sullen survivor but you sent him to hell.
Where memories lost in merit you say aren't fair,
From vocals of a guilty guitar that whisper then yell.
You take away my heart of sanity,
To pour in your seeds of vanity,
Now all I have left is my mind of insanity.
I'm Alive..?Don't try to see the good in me
Cause it's hidden behind lock and key
I never let anyone inside
Won't let them wipe the tears I've cried
I don't think they'd really care
If they knew of all the scars I bear
They try to make me feel less worthless
But I know that I deserve this
For still having a beating heart
I'm trying not to fall apart
Just take me
Make me feel
Erase these lies
Tell me what's real
Hold me close
Hold me all night
Make me feel like
StoriesOne day, darling, we will be broken and old
Think of all the stories we could have told
Think of all the stories we can tell
We will know we have lived our lives well
For one thing I can already vouch
We will sit together on our couch
Talk against each other with love
We will fit each other like a glove
We will know what the other wants
What our horrid nightmares haunts
Sit against each other, hand in hand
Not everything went as we planned
We will tell our children what we have done
What victories we did and did not won
We will tell that not only the end matters
That a journey can always end in shatters
We will tell what we could have told
But those paths are now old and cold
We will tell what we did actually do
This journey, experienced by me and you
ConfessionsMy throat is choking
Closing shut at the thought of these words
I'm choking on myself and I can't breathe
Although you're far away
I can still imagine you here
Where these words would choke me to silence
Tonight I'll use these fingertips
And send these thoughts intentionally
I'll rebuild what I've destroyed
I'll be better than I was before
Did They KnowDid they know?
I don't think they realised.
Realised at one stage there words would be studied in great detail,
They just wrote
Shakespeare, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath
None of them knew that some day there work would be worshipped and criticised.
They couldn't have known their words would become timeless and immortal.
Now each word has a new meaning;
A meaning which may not have been initially intended.
Its amazing how an impact of a comma can make a difference,
Metaphors explored in new ways,
Similes expanded on and questioned.
Imagery perceived through different eyes
Some try to understand the authors mindset,
Others apply there own meaning and sentiment.
Writing is personal but not necessarily biographical,
Alternate personas can be adopted.
The picture painted may not exist
No matter how much evidence we gather.
We look for things that aren't actually evident,
Things we would like to be true.
But in truth there just simply
arranged words on a page.
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