For when there is one
There must be a too
An even choice in many
In mind few

It is no savored secret
It is nothing I knew
It is simply my meager
Point of view

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All the wonder of this world
When, I wonder?
Is absurd

A plate of waffles does me feed
Abrupt and peacefully
Oh so easily

Yet peace is rare inside our world
Peace is something sacred
It seems to me the scar of herds
Seizelessly mates hate and makes dread

And this I do not kindly know
Yet there is nothing to be done
For in the end there must be truth
Even when war is one

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When all fails all
Else is but a spore
Of metaphors

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Is there something beyond beyond?
What goes deeper than my backyard pond?
I see the fish swim of which I am fond
And yet there's a darkness below

If they dove down into this darkness
Where would the little fish go?
Would they spawn on another planet
Would anyone ever know?

Where my little fish swam
Or would they be forgotten, fading to abyss?
Any life is a better life
Unaltered bliss as this

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There is a willow
Down by the water
It does remind me
Of times that passed

It seems it swallows
All but tomorrow
All fears that bother
It mends the grass

That grow beside it
That try to climb it
It seems to playfully
Let them reach

Up on it's stem
Then it grows higher
Into the sky
And out of reach

All the children
They like to climb up
And it lets them
Sit on its branch

Beside the river
Of gritt and grime it
Leads it's own life
A steep romance

It doesn't wither
Though it grows old
It's thick roots slither
Deep in the cold

The soil that binds it
And there it stays
I'll think I'll visit
The will today

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The rivers flow at an astounding rate
They never close down or slow their pace
Always constant they tame the race
A spray of ozone impounds their gates

The rivers flow is both grand and great
Their splinters run down in rows of age
Always suddle, sometimes wide with rage
Wild and seizeless, a child amazed

The rivers flow blocked by moats and damms
The river sides both surrounded by land
The river lingers and still moves on
Out to the sea from the mountain strong

With water unsalty, with water so new
It sparkles in the sun and shines brightly blue
Always on my mind when my own day is grey
The rivers ravish and run, away

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If the darkness is dark
We on journeys embark
With the shadows of name
In our ambition to claim

All that floats by our ark
All the visions we tame
In our rolls we are stark
As the trolls raging sane

If the brightness is bright
We do siftle the light
We stay still and do fight
For the future in grasp

If it holds nothing more
Than the visions we hope
Will one day reach our lore
Of ambition and folk

Will reach out to us
And touch us
And scream out
Our names

And we will not only
Find riches
But rise
To great fame

If our role played
Is right played
Our sight payed
Much

But if we do not
Ask nicely
We might just
Reach up

To another role
Of models
And form ourselves
Another

That can let our soul
Rise higher
Into the grates
Of eden

And if it doesn't boost us
Then we can mold it down
Down into the mold that mounds
On the barren ground

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I don't tend to forget
The people that I met
Lifetimes ago
Those lifetimes ago

Then I took the next step
To the next life and outlet
Of resource on hold
The voids I have sold

My soul in control
My mind is backspin
Retank at the bank
And thank myself in

To the groupies of grim hippies
Hiding in times to come
The tidings of rebirth
They make us so dumb

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I am who I fall as
When the grim breeze stops
Locks me in my footsteps
Forgets the face of time
Evades the bullets spraying
Like fountains over sand
The dunes of demons craving
When power meets demand
The hour is late and I wait
For minutes to become years
The tiger wakes up and is bait
For the new me, is here

Reborn as I was yesterday
When I woke up from unkept reach
Torn from the world I am less than me
And I won't be dulled by speech

So please switch to the pitchblack stars
And light up the sky like a light
Because I will still be who you call
When there is noone left in your sight
And it doesn't matter for life is too short
To claim upon matters a shortness, abort
I'm plain as the latter, creative in port
So write me a letter and I will get better

Or pin down your sorrows and trap them for me
And I can laugh and dismantle your need
To crack down for every backwhack or defeat
Lethal when little else matters

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Some we outlive
Some we outgrow
Some we renew
Some flow like snow

Up from the sky
Past our window
Down and pass by
Slowly we throw

Thoughts out to them
Reach to dispute
Reach to change reason
Reason salute

Strive to keep feeling
The same things they do
The humans so many
And equals so few

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