| September Poems 2005 | ||||||||||||
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| I REALLY MUST BE AN ALIEN Do i get you do you get me? is it buried beneath depths or is it easy to see? are we all simply blind and lost running astray is it as it appears or hidden away? some speck in the masses who abides by their laws? or a cast out minority who can only see flaws? do you belive all you hear or criticize with doubt or is there a "happy medium" to what life's all about? (I'll give you a hint you won't find it in the mainstream media) |
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| HOW DOES ONE BECOME FREE FROM THE CHAINS OF SOCIETY? (hint again, you won't find it in the media) The answer to the question of being IS THAT THERE IS NO LOGICAL REASON FOR IT from one self to another what's supposedly true can divide, change and mutilate from me to another you the lies we are sold whilst in the grip this cage can only be changed from within BY REFUSING 2 succumb to the rage that's inflicted upon you within the confines of realms are we the futile victims for letting them make ourselves? did they make you? NO THEY SOLD YOU THINK ABOUT IT |
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| UNTITLED just another number just another face that lies in the middle of this sea of disgrace beauracracies have turned this whole world to a maze that they dillute and make worse by their rhetorical haze so hard to be real no fake hearts left to STEEL what I cannot conceal ends up not on my sleeve but projected in the rage of my wrath while they writhe yet it has almost ceased to exist when i decided to replace my brain with my fist as i've found a new path i have played their life game but maintained my own self all the while told im insane as i don't want their wealth and i don't want prestige im happy to settle with spiritual health than be down on my knees |
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