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awarenessThe collective net of perception rendering realities current constructawareness by uselessmartyr
Can be bent through the focused will of the individual
Breathe in the void exhale existence
Ignore inner dialogue
Mindspeak is a carrier of virus truth
Intent is key in shifting consciousness
Focus awareness into an instant
Grasp it tight in your resolve
As it burns so does the world burn away around you
Until that single second stretches on forever
Focus breathe deep
Prepare for the stop
In this space between time
You alone define eternity
What is...What is love but a chemical explosion that swells within us all?What is... by RB-is-Lyfe
What is lust but a physical reaction that will always be our down-fall?
What is sex but a momentary connection that tends to fade with time?
What is passion but a common attraction that we all want to find?
What is love but an immature word that we all toss around?????
YesterdayEvery day goes by as though it were yesterday,Yesterday by ForYourself
the needs and temptations just standing in the way.
Each man standing there alone,
watching the world on his own.
We should try to understand what it means and do what we may.
We are helpless, our minds so thrown.
Yet we ignore the present, that which makes us sane,
and instead worry about tomorrow.
So we watch the past fade behind us, taking no notice of what it meant.
It all disappeared: the memories, loves, and days that were spent.
What do we, the rich and famous, care?
When have we, the dreaded faithless, dared
to keep a promise to those whom we do not repent
-those left with nothing but a deadly scare
-those with no more kisses to send
-and those who themselves have dared.
The gravitational pull of greed shoves us forward,
the selfishness of the wealthy driving us onward.
We've no choice but to adhere,
though we've no path to follow there.
On our own, with no choices to make, and with Karma as our steward,
we regret the paths we have
Clocks and MirrorsI long to feel the warmth,Clocks and Mirrors by Blueberry-Bride
Against my tired skin.
The feel of softened leather,
In my dry and broken hands.
I'm hungry for the smell of roses,
For the taste of sweetened plums.
I want to feel the breeze again,
I long to hear the ocean's hum.
Life is like a pinwheel,
It catches and never stops.
Whirling like a sun disk,
On a universal clock.
And we are all just numbers,
Waiting like ducks in a line.
For some sort of miracle,
The dawning sun to shine.
And ever after is like a mirror,
Dipped into a glaze.
Just when you finally catch it,
It slips and breaks away.
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