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Nameless
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Created on 3-31-07
Nameless-
I sit in peace and serenity.
My serenity is filled with thought.
My thought is tormented by confusion.
My confusion is absolute and certain.
My absolute certainty is bleeding at abrasion.
I’m suffocating under my depression.
Breathing deeply in my oppression.
Choking helplessly on my willful suppression.
Tripping wildly over my aggression.
Then at undecided realization,
I come to insanity, reverie, metaphorical conclusion,
And momentarily, I’m at clarity.
And break away from this delusion.
Those who have made there choice,
claim to have so finally done,
but as long as you breath,
As long as there's some
Evidence or trace,
I warn you, I and am strong upon my knees.
Grasp upon that grace.
For it is better to dwell in Hell,
Upon the face of Earth,
Than eternally damned, in this muttered tainted girth.
Ignorance, it is not words,
But in actions does it lie.
Don't be proud, but lie face down,
Only later shall you fly.
Accept this hell,
O, this abyss!
Live not like mortal souls,
Only later comes...o soon...bliss!
Filling all those empty bowls.
My reply to you,
Oh blind, and unseeing..
Forget the many eyes that do,
And remember you are being.
-In Regards to my dearest, most beautiful world, who will someday no longer be “nameless”.. I write you,
as I sit, in peace and serenity.
I sit in peace and serenity.
My serenity is filled with thought.
My thought is tormented by confusion.
My confusion is absolute and certain.
My absolute certainty is bleeding at abrasion.
I’m suffocating under my depression.
Breathing deeply in my oppression.
Choking helplessly on my willful suppression.
Tripping wildly over my aggression.
Then at undecided realization,
I come to insanity, reverie, metaphorical conclusion,
And momentarily, I’m at clarity.
And break away from this delusion.
Those who have made there choice,
claim to have so finally done,
but as long as you breath,
As long as there's some
Evidence or trace,
I warn you, I and am strong upon my knees.
Grasp upon that grace.
For it is better to dwell in Hell,
Upon the face of Earth,
Than eternally damned, in this muttered tainted girth.
Ignorance, it is not words,
But in actions does it lie.
Don't be proud, but lie face down,
Only later shall you fly.
Accept this hell,
O, this abyss!
Live not like mortal souls,
Only later comes...o soon...bliss!
Filling all those empty bowls.
My reply to you,
Oh blind, and unseeing..
Forget the many eyes that do,
And remember you are being.
-In Regards to my dearest, most beautiful world, who will someday no longer be “nameless”.. I write you,
as I sit, in peace and serenity.
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