Meaning

Meaning

A certain amount of matter

And a little bit of mass

Have found themselves together

Just to process carbon gas

A transformation ever changing

But to the world, a different view

It passes in an instant

Unfettered and unskewed

The scars will heal so quickly

As is they had never been

The struggle to be heard

Above the maddening din

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Cynical

Cynical

I think you think me a cynic

That I haven’t found the right man

But I’m not that much of a finick

He’s tall and handsome and tan

He’ll jolly but acquainted with fate

He’s eyes are grey, brown and blue

His hair is curly and straight

He’s skinny and fat and short too!

You can say I’m quite insane

It doesn’t matter to me

For when I met my twinflame

He looked anywhere but at me

So if, to you, I seem selfish

When you talk of fish in the sea

Remember that I HATE shellfish

And the mercury is poisoning me

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Beauty

Beauty

Beauty is not ephemeral.

Beauty is permanence, passion,

Fleeting moments do just that,

They fly away.

What matters is what stays.

The fire that burns,

Way down deep in your soul,

Too far down to be quieted or quenched

By an uncaring gaze.

In your memory, it will reside

Forever.

It lives in the collective unconscious.

Like a heartbeat;

Steady, Solid,

Undeniable,

It waits upon it’s time.

To question beauty,

Is to question one’s own self.

If you doubt what is real

Know only this,

The truth in beauty lies,

In knowing oneself.

If you do not take the time now

To know and love yourself,

You can never know love,

Or Beauty

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Solution

One step ahead and two behind

Getting the pacing just right

If the world falls away could we walk hand in hand?

And finally step into the light?

Does it matter who is in the front now?

Does it matter who brings up the rear?

If one of us follows the other,

We will end up together, my dear.

My solution in the end is simple,

We stop this running around.

Find a spot that we can settle down now,

And we will have nothing to fear.

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The Quest

Never ceasing

Always seeking

Never giving up

No matter what

Never standing still

No, not until

The quest

Is resolve

Should never get involved

With you whole heart

Time to start

Heading for home

Not far to roam

Lead astray

For a year and a day

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Nothingness

No matter how much… I want

How much… I can feel

How… I can almost taste

It doesn’t matter

It is immaterial

A passing sensation

A momentary distraction

We all pass into nothingness

Should we try to overcome?

Try to surpass?

Try to better ourselves?

Whether we want to or not

We desire

We can feel

We do taste

We return to matter

We improve the material

Enjoy the sensations

Prolong the distractions

Before we become the nothingness 

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A Hallow Void

A hallow void

Fills my middle

Blotting out the sunlight

No amount of brightness

Can counteract the cold

A tiny beat that can’t cry out

A hand that cannot reach

I take a breath, control myself

It doesn’t matter, I can’t remember

Emotions are leverage, Emotions are passion

A bargaining chip

Serving only to harm (the only thing that matters)

Get rid of them (Without them we cease to be)

Excess baggage