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Forgetful Folly
I long for those days,
full of joy,
ignorant of the Calamity all around.
I long for those days,
where I'd enjoy,
free from what made all else frown.
I miss those days,
when I could feel bliss
free from this never-ending abyss.
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I Can ('t)
Dreaming about a Me who can
Dreaming about a Me who is
Dreaming about a Me who isn't me
Why can't I
be Me
Doomed to be me
not Me
I hope Me
does not dream
about being me
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The Divide
As Permanence will divide us all
Why must ourselves be self-divisable
As Permanence will divide us all
Why must divisions be self-imposed
As Permanence will divide us all
Why must our blood pose self-imprisonment
As Death will divide us All
Why must we be this way
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Ouvre
Ma Raison D’être
My Reason to be 
My daily bread
My sweet shade tree
I work you
I tweek you
Toiling within
The pain herein
My art 
My Soul
Reason you give
As my all is taken
In you I'll outlive
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Voglio
I want 
Voglio
I need
Ho bisogno
To want what is needed
Deemed unbecoming
To need was is wanted
Deemed ambitious 
Voglio ciò che è necessario
I want what is needed
Perché, Why
To covet life’s necessities 
Deemed criminal
Yet
To kill for the superfluous 
Deemed a fact of life
Enough
Voglio quello che voglio
I want what I want
And I want what I need
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My Spot
A nook in a place tucked away
Unassuming 
Unimpressive 
Unrestrained 
A place defined by feeling not directions 
Calm
Pensive
Quiet
A spot 
A spot where my mind can rest
A spot where my soul can heal
A spot all to my own 
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To My Friends
You get me
I get you
We feel free
We feel true
When you're with me
And I'm with you
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City
Despite your noise
I find calm rejoice 
Despite your clamor  
I find fun and glamour 
Despite your fast pace
I find my place
The enveloping nature of it all
does nothing but enthrall
Not everyone’s cup of tea
but is sure is for me
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Reason
Who ask me 
the reason I keep pushing forward
despite the great opposition 
What questions do you deem
worthy of ever so tipping toward
despite your so called cognition 
When will you end
these pestering pests’ reign
over those you called yours
Where must we be
to have you lose track in vain
abandoned without missing scores
Why must it be this way
without missing a beat or day
to have betrayed 
Those you loved and stayed
By your side
and died
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Sense Of Happiness 
Ever so fleeting, 
yet so coveted 
Ever so intanglable
yet so evident
Chasing you Hurts
But gives us purpose
Chasing you Stings
But gives us meaning
Chasing you
Yet
You’re not
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Available
Just call me
I’m always available
Just text me
I’m always available
Just ask me 
I’m always available
Just ask
Please…
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Free?
Am I able,
Am I capable,
Am I ready?
New adventures await
They say
Am I ready?
Discover yourself
They say
Am I ready?
Become
That which I am ment to be
Do I want to?
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Escapism
Beneath the star filled sky,
a lovers’ tryst occurs
with the moon as their confidant
As the bright moon sets,
I awake in bed
contemplating my self
Beneath the sun,
Governs the laws of nature
with the shade offering respite 
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My Right To Be
It’s Not about the door 
It’s about me
It’s Not about the walls
It’s about me
It’s Not about the bed
It’s about me
It’s not about you
It’s about Me
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Arrogance
No matter how high the pines at the base of the mountain grow
The blade of grass atop the mountain claims superiority
No matter how beautiful their appearance is
The mirror claims it as its own
No matter how accomplished the son of laborers becomes
The silver spoon-fed heirs flaunts praise
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Distress
What are the fruits of this 
What shall I reap from this
What are these grapes of tantilization 
Great emotions
Stir from within me 
With great power
but
No will
Is it worth this 
Emotional distress
Torment
Pain
Can the sun take a rest
Can the winter breeze miss its appointment
Can the tides cease their dance
No
But
I am no Sun, breeze, or tide
I am who I am
The irrational
The dreamer
The thinker
Labor is unbecoming of my nature
The pleasure of work is found in its absence
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Brimstone
Guilty as charged I stand
Brimming with excitement 
Awaiting the verdict
Gleefully I vow
For my past accomplices
Who love me
For my witnesses
Who loved me
Fire and brimstone
What fine wedding gifts
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