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I’m mad,
Fuck you,
Feel my wrath.
From me to me,
I don’t know if I’m happy,
Confusing myself with sad,
Maybe I’m just mad.
Who am I trying to be,
This or that,
A version of myself from the past?
I’ve lost hope of who I am,
I’m not happy with my life,
The who, what and that.
Just mad.
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I’m in shock,
Puzzled by the beings around me,
Big and small,
Weird and tough.
I live,
Between a stage and two poles,
Inside a hidden booth with mic,
Carrying milk cartons full of despair,
Of all my wishes that didn’t come true.
A slave to thy flesh,
Soft skin,
Plump meat,
Thin and thick.
Needle in a haystack,
The labyrinth grows brick by brick,
My sex drive thin,
Frightened my life with flash between my eyes,
A nail hammered down,
I’ll go blind,
If I don’t start seeing now.
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Till they say romance is dead I will keep loving,
Casting my doubts aside, the inner hypocrisy created within,
The voice that tells you lies, certain that they speak the truth,
Caressing you in wombs that secrete lies that you tell yourself,
Stinking of secrets that you deny and do not want to reply,
While keeping a steady hand, a steady mind is all you’ve got.
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The winter teases us with droplets of rain,
Tsunamis of anxiety,
Compressing us with the different shades of orange and yellow,
When we fondly remember the summer breeze and the blonde that came with it.
In these dreary times when change is amok,
Monsters walk in your dreams where fears come to life,
While you safeguard yourself with protections put in place that have come from a place of love,
The rain has stopped,
The concrete soggy as people pass by living in their own bubble,
Main characters in the soap opera of life,
You just have to find meaning.
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The despair clogs in me like sewage in a drain,
Building against itself becoming a meatball of shit,
Tomato based bullshit it snowballs into a spiral,
All of a sudden I hate my life and everything in it,
I look behind at a more peaceful time,
When hate hung around other places away from me,
Now I’m it’s favourite person,
It surrounds me,
A sewer full of shit and hate for all the people around me.
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Learn to cherish those therapeutic moments,
When worry and self-pity cross paths,
To alchemize a perilous experience that drain your mind of clarity and,
Pour a handsome amount of disillusion all over it,
Prominent insecurity that has affected many men with self-inflicted disappointments,
Sacred alimony paid in blood for the freedom you seek.
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Wobbly is thy soul,
In the growing abyss,
A dark ravine in the depths,
Of the mysteriously forth coming nature,
Coloured, anxiety and death,
Harrowing when you give in,
Humorous when repressed,
Searching for the perfect blend,
Anger when suppressed,
Clusters of yourself stick to others,
Only when you take a leap of faith,
Trust the fall, the screams of embarking death,
To fall in a soft haystack that was always there.
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To be a respectable man is to have some class,
Suit and tie optional, the status comes from within,
True and tall is your soul,
The doubt, the hesitation,
Don’t hesitate, it will kill you,
Frozen in time,
Space is dry,
The dirty golden bricks are crying,
In the til cash for ass,
Woman come in and shake their butts,
In panties of all sort,
Trick the man,
Make the coin,
Trust is precious in a place of deceit,
Sometimes he’s an animal,
In the place with golden poles,
Set on a stage,
People crowd and chant to the dance and the prance,
Of the pretty lady in red,
The blonde stuck in your head,
Girls are there searching for trouble as well,
It reeks of chaos and demonic farts,
There is green slugs all around,
With yellow eyes and a dot of red,
Green patterns painted on its back,
It hunches over hat in hand,
Ready to take off in a rush,
Brown fedora hanging on waist,
Smart man get him,
Foolish man die,
Survival of the fittest,
The Legendary Show Lounge.
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It’s the night of dreams,
The day of nightmares,
The ensuing knowledge that lives inside of you,
A song of despair that repeats over and over in your head,
Until a bedazzled wrench conks you on the head,
Reminding you that the finer things in life exist in the present,
Alignment is necessary as the wheels that drive you take you towards rough roads with unwavering sunsets that take your breath away,
Plug your nose and prepare for equilibrium,
Balance is an art form lost within the decades of capitalism,
Materialism the captain of our ship,
Own this, have that,
Everything you will ever need exists within the system that has babysat you your entire life.
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A fruit bowl with fruits,
With effects of their own,
Despair, anguish, delusion and fear fill half,
Hope, faith, optimism and free will the other,
Pick your poison and suffer,
Pick yourself and live in lavish,
The choice is yours,
The woman in blue lingers in contemplation,
She ponders sorrow peacefully,
Deep in wonder,
She is unsure,
She is unkept,
She is accepting,
The love affair between the sun and the moon come to a slow clapping end,
The drama filled months of July and June,
Tears of joy and heartbreak shared amongst spectators,
A standing ovation to the sacred Summer of Completion.
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