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my culture calls me  'confused' and 'lazy'  the church says  'damned'  my loved ones  'crazy'  i know at best  i may seem hazy.  but i know  what lies inside.   
mis-understood and  -represented  sometimes the truth  becomes fragmented  and so it seems  
a bit demented.   
become quiet  and recentered  and it all falls  into place.
red hot flusterd face  can't stop running  
would be a disgrace  bag in one hand  
phone in the other  running away from them  my mother and father  i slipped out the house  without saying a word  i wonder if they've realised  i wonder if they heard  i cant look back  
what if they are there  they clouds over head  
and the wind in my hair  i find a safe tree  i climb up high  the cold corners me  im too scared and worried  im not sure what to do  i get out my phone  and ring you  i tell you what i've done  my love wont tell &nbs
i don't know what i'm doing  my thoughts are muddled  my emotions are brewing  i need to be saved  
helped and rescued  i take the knife  i'm pretty much screwed  i know i'd stopped  
i said it was the end  who was i kidding  the knifes my friend  i cut and slit and slash  blood trailing im happier now  there's no proof i did it  you may ask how  i cut my belly you wont look there  i laugh at it  without a care  i know i'll regret it  
but not just yet  i say not again  but i'll break that i bet
I called but you never replied but that doesn’t stop me from believing in you. I have chose to walk with you even though I can’t see you I know you are standing right here beside me. Holding my hand and leading me through this darkened world, keeping me safe in your embrace.  Even when I fall to me knees praying for the needs of others you’re sitting listening to my prayers along with many others.  
 
Are you still there?   
So many times we have asked that completely un-aware that you always will be standing right beside us. Even when we fall away from you, backslide away from your truth you hold
OUR FRIENDSHIP IS REAL  
I’m sitting here thinking about the past, hoping in the future, our friendship will last. We have been friend for a short period of time, And  Been through a lot even though, we’re just fine.  I’ve seen a lot of people come and go, saying and doing whatever –careless you know? That’s why your friendship means so much to me. When I’m with you, I feel secure, whole, and so free.  Free from those who won’t be around? When time get tough and I am down. You’ll be there for me and understand how I feel. Because we all know our friendship is real.
The Book Or The Writer   
 
What is freewill?  
 
Is it to wear what you choose  Is it to say what you choose  Is it to be what you choose   
Or are you pressured to do so?  Whats the influence?  Influence or choice?   
Strong knowledge of self  Or is it,  Weak knowledge of self   
Values or desire  Pride or selfishness  Caring or regret  Love or lust  Controlling or controlled  
 
Does you consciousness talk?  Or is it you subconsciousness?  Which controls you,  Controlled or uncontrolled.   
Spirit boun
When pearls fell against the sky  Like stars in the after-images behind our eyes  When bright lights flash and lightning strikes  And glory unearthed flies free into the clouds,   
When the rain fell like tears  And when heaven opened up when Michael wept  When our sins were washed away and then remade  When we walked another path paved by diamonds,   
When we flew on silver wings beside the angels  Always imperceptible in clouds of red and blue  When the choirs struck our hearts with golden needles  And their lips drew out our tears to make the rain,   
When heaven to
It was with and thanks to you that we merged  Until my death, to know it was not imagined  You believe in me, you support me  I have find my One, who has built me  Heavy past armed us, either our destiny  
God thanks we met, clean and better : a levity  Many times I was getting deep stoned, can’t stop  Closed and hearing you, a time to leave it a lot  Stall the moon and in adoration with you deeply  Still  your protection is my fight, I take it Bibi  Before so far, too differences  Now you are, no distances  Days & nights you bridged me, built my way of life  Now
In the softest of night  The fairy’s take flight  Gliding atop the currents of air  Teasing a sleepy, dizzy bear  Bringing mischief where ever they go  Carried by tiny wings that glow  Dancing on the stars and sleeping on the moon  Working their magic till morning to soon  But sunshine hides the night time’s powers  The fairy’s all retreat to their flowers  Now the morning comes a-new  Showing the rose buds laced with dew  Where sleeping inside  The fairy’s now hide  And dream of the time when they flew
M-am nascut in varful creionului.  M-am intins pe pagini, m-am manjit  in cuvinte de aur negru;  Le-am lasat sa arda in voie  peste drumuri, sub poduri, prin aer  crezand ca vor arde in infinit.  Am ars la nivelul literei  din launtrul ei, din partea din spate  a paginii, de sub parul si ochii mei.  Mi-am lasat inima jos in coltul  din dreapta intalnindu-ma cu  pagina unei alte carti.  M-am lasat inghitita de ea  am devenit o carte mai mare.  Cuprind intre foile ei particule  de cenusa inca fierbinti,  lipite de partea de sus a literelor.   
Mirosul de a
Smoky charcoal smell filling the air  No meat for sale out in this desert  The nomads and guerillas throw it out, waste it  They call it ‘society’  What I call ‘future’ is carving off the flesh  Young ideas of transhumanism shine brightly in the adult mind  And where is the soul in the metal?  How do I nurture the seed in a vessel like this?  The first attempt of the gods to make they that would walk  Not even the chemicals of emotional flow tell any true  A gift of coffins, not prisons, still open to the bugs  Insectoid organisms that chatter away as life fades  
 
ever had a feeling u lost a dear friend  the feeling u were there by his bed holdin hand.  trying to say that it might be allright  and that he will stick it out through the night.  well i had and it haunt me for days.  i try to swallow the pain yes in so many ways.  i never forget you. u all ways be in my heart  the feeling of ur heartbeat falling apart.  i remember the night like it was yesterday.  i cant believe that u went, but this is the way  not the perfect way the way to say bye  whenever im reading or hearing ur name imma cry.  i aint a tough boy i let my tears drop.
Spent stars  Unusual suspects  Turn to black  Uncompromising pay  Will delay  Any real reaction  Morbid fascination  Drives demand  Caught off hand  Practice the teaching  Calm and bleaching  Available quotas  Resort Rota  Air of insolence  Fever diminishes  When cooled  Coyly fooled  Into bitter assumptions  General consumption  Organize revolt  Cant halt  Flow of gluttony  Look generically   
Tight jeans  Beeping for showmanship  No discipline  Must be trained  Slowly weaned  From any hindrance &nb
Down On My knees again  My tears stain my flesh  as I say a prayer for you  I wish you all the best  I smile when I think of you  And thank God Everyday  That when I needed a friend so bad  He sent you my way  You were the best friend I could have  and It hurt to say good-bye  you made me laugh so many times  and a few times made me cry  I felt like i could talk to you  whenever I felt need  to simply cry in someone's arms  or strength to just believe  you were Jesus to me as  you constantly showed his love  I know he is proud of you  as he watches
I know you’ve been down hearted  I see that you have cried  The tears have stained your long sad face  You wish that you had died   
I see that you are hurting  But that’s no reason why  You would take a knife and slit your wrist  When you know that for you I died   
The words that he has spoken  And his hand print on your back  Tell me that you have so much pain  But love isn’t what you lack   
Yeah I know it hurts, I do  When your smile is filled with tears  I feel the pain when I see the bruise  I wish that I could catch your fears &nbs
Have you ever smelt the rain at a funeral? Curled into the fedal position upon my brow...It wreaks of grief...
Confieso que…  Pensaba que ya lo había superado  Aceptado, Pero no era así.  El otro día sin saber porqué, me encontré envuelto en tu aroma.  Sentí que tu mirada reaparecía, Fija y calida como siempre lo fue.  Me asuste al verme llorando  Me aterre al percibirme temblando  Y me paralice al verte  
 
Eras real, eras tú y estabas ahí frente a mí  Al principio no supe que decir ni que hacer.  Me notaba completo y feliz.  
Y aunque no tuvimos contacto físico  
Lo sentí.  Para mi fue eterno.  Cuando por fin de
     It is coming.   
     The small bird tucks its wings close to its fragile body   
     Swirling around and around in its cage.   
     She is going up, up, up,   
     Higher than she's ever been before,   
     And she is so afraid.   
     Her tiny heart is pounding   
     And she can hear it in her veins.   
     But she is...  &
I see the living room:  The image is golden and dusty  As if seen through a pane of dirty glass.  A thousand little porcelain shoes,  Are lined up on the table  
Next to the couch were she lies.   
This one vision,  Synchronous with all others of her  Like the smell of the house, her house.  Musty and thick with the clashing and coinciding scents  Of her beloved antiques and strong perfume.  This picture, emblazoned in my mind,  Gives way to another room.  The air is different,  Still thick, but now with the overly sweet  Smell of too many flowers in on place. &nb
The god of the windfall  the god who leads you to death  faster than wind blowing   
Thievery is just another message, a gift  in reverse  if you think about it   
Does he look at you  when he drops you off,  down by the dark gates?  Does he nod to the grave boatman?  Does he laugh as he turns away does he  glance back at you  even once?   
Perhaps he dislikes roads  that only go one way.   
He killed Argus who could  see where it had been and what was  before it at the same time.  He is the patron of thieves, after all.   
The wonderment as to why  people do not believe in God  is the exact reason to why  they do not like to hear the truth,  for God is truth.
You never know God's plan for you   
until the moment it happens,   
if you go in the right direction.

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