Tragic Truths

Nothing can I say nor do

No words left of magic

Nothing left to move you

And thst is not what is tragic

The tragedy is the truth that cannot be seen in the light

The single truth of any moment of any night

You don’t own the darkness

It owns you

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Dark Truths

Darkness
The absence of light
The personification of the truth
That is the reality
Not the dream of colors
The rainbow of hope
The world is a dark place
As hard as it is to accept
The price of being is paid in blood and steel
Broken promises and forgotten dreams
The only currency that matters in a world of truth
A world of darkness

Who Are You?

Who are you?
Do you even know?
Are you the person you see in the mirror?
Is the person you are the same person friends and coworkers know?
Are you the same person to those you call family?

A thousand different you’s in the hearts and minds of all you knew
None are the quite the same
Each unique and all of them are you
Are you who you claim?

Would everyone describe you the same?
Would the minor details of difference make a whole?
Would how they describe you reflect what you see in the mirror?
Is it the truth or a lie?

What parts of you are you?
What is crafted into your disguise?
Would it even be a surprise?
To see what makes you

A chameleon of emotion
With the sinners devotion
Tripping thru space
Looking for your place

All the while never knowing the you
Its what you do
Its who you are
What you have become

Is simply numb
To the revelation
Of either salvation or damnation
For neither mean a thing to you

Whats life to one who is everything and nothing?
The one who is no where and every where
Yet not whole

Random Thought

“The admiration of the many will never equal the love of a few.”

 

Reality Checks

And with the distant thunder
All my dreams are torn asunder
With the anticipation of immaculate creation
Replaced with realization of indiscriminate destruction
Faith is a currency which holds no value
As in life you learn what is true

Day Light Burns

There on my brightest days

Nowhere to be found in the darkest nights

Taking credit for victories

And passing the blame for failures

 

Everything I ever wanted

Yet nothing I ever needed

I learned to live

And never forgive

 

Blood was thick

Yet reality was quick

Genetics does not a family make

And the lie was easy to forsake

 

You’ll never hear those prayers

Or see the plights

Or know how haunted

The mind has become with warnings not heeded

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