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The Rabbit
Through a systematically programmed trance
through the colors lighting the night brighter than the day
Seething quickly past the red light signs
towards the beautiful green plastic grass on the other side
synchronizing like a flock of fish
lured to chase the untouchable artificial hare
endlessly feeding the bottomless stomach
of the screaming reptilian complex
now your statue stands tall
in time it'll shatter and fall
The touch of the hands turns not to gold but to rust
Losing value once it's in the hands
Dropping tails, stabbing backs for the way up (to realize)
In Significance is a place we can not fin
Leave all the rest and the rabbit you will come to catch
But once you catch it will it even matter anymore?
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Terminal Souls
A mother bids a weeping farewell
To the in her eyes eternal little boy
Straightens his long wornout cap
And strokes by the cold red cheek
Never ever stray your way
In this very big strange world
You ruffle and tousle back the cap
The way it was supposed to those days
Where are you
Where have you been
Who are you
What have you don
She used to always quote her mother
That "Life begins at twenty-one!"
But i'm more than sure you'd disagree
This wasn't far before it ended
Accelerating through the crowd
Waving and forming words with her mouth
Other than souls of sobbing war widows
She stays until there's none left there
Derailing
because we're nothing more than what we are,
lost souls in search,
for a guiding light,
in times of loss, in times of need
Why are we
left with these questions that remain untold
you'll never prove us wrong
only the end of the line could do such a thing
but you can't prove a dead man wrong
Never would he in his life
Return back to the town
Where his childhood dreams
Lie shattered on the playground
Where the swing is now only swung
By grey winds of memory
No one still this very day
Knows where or why
His path would him claim
Maybe hes still out there
Dreaming over the red horizon
To one day find his way back home |
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Navigated to the Blank Undrawn
Mumbling through the paper walls
Rising decibels until the ears bleed
Filthered by the soft feathers
A beautiful silence deafening all
Awakened by a shouting cab horn
The wheels peal of the mirror ground
I clear the blurry window to take a last look
As we stream into the city veins
It’s heart beats
Pushing
Towards the
Open wound
Navigated to the blank undrawn
Arriving to a nightly harbor scene
Passing signals of the closing gates
Burning the first pages of a gallery
Lifelines divide navigated to the unknown
This is the start of a better chapter one
Is this the start of a better chapter one?
Each splitting branch blossoms with it’s own
New bud to leave the old one
Drifting away from a torn chapter
Pages spread into the sea
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In Tomorrow Hid Yesterday
What if there was a clock above your head
Counting down from this moment and on
And if your prints appeared before you
Guiding you into your next step
Every worry spent on nothing
Can be a wasted something
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In a World of a Child's Mind
There you stood regardless of truth
Nothing could keep you outside
A world inside a child’s mind
A reread pile of letters
Falling from my grip
You’re falling from your grace
Into the leafy path
Into it’s dreamy depth
You are not the same
It’s never too late
Is it too late?
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Breaking of the Day
If you go
Do you know
You're on your own
Don't be late
To find that
You're on your own
So
Don't go
Don't give in
On your own
Now
Don't dread
Rise inside
Head high
Don't be scared
For you know that
Were behind your door
Don't be late
To find that
You're not alone
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Less Than Abstract
Swaying to sleep, fearfully, one last time
still asleep is where we feel safety
Addicted to what makes being for each
in inevitable loss maybe stillborn is bliss
Fragile ash statue shattering and slowly
collapsing to the curled breeze
Entwine to circles
Dancing haphazard
Spiral to something
Less than abstract
The tiny rocks and the tiny seconds
seemingly just insignificant
could so surely and completely form
every small rough edge within its time
the cold water calmly withdraws
the sand of change hastly recoils
so soon too go
depressing beautiful
so soon to turn
so soon life runs
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