‘Obviate,

‘Obviate,

Through the winds I follow my stream

as I close my eyes and “feel” the soft breeze

I remain calm with the beauty in my dream.

To hear my thoughts fall down from the sky

As I whisper with my lips for a scream.

“I can not talk,

I can not think,

I can not pray,

as I capre diem.”

He who hears my word

therefore all grant my moon

as I begin my search within my heartbeat tune.

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‘reclusive,

‘reclusive,

I’m with the shadow,

with the brightest stars in the verse

as I seek my symphony in the unknown.

I’m the beam of sunlight,

the one and only yours truly afterglow.

As the story begins to fall

I surrender my heart for you to

grow,

Although; “I Haven’t met the end of the

story to let go.”

Shall I rise with the sun?

Speak with the moon nearing lunar?

Or as so speak meet my soul halfway

for the hollow glow?

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‘Tonight,

‘Tonight,

Let me close my eyes

and sleep at last.

To remember the things

that have been haunting me.

I Have left it behind,

behind in the past.

Let me go and let me stand by my soul.

To we both have to say goodbye

because we didn’t outlast.

And I want you to know;

“Let me be the one

to stare with my eyes closed.

No more, no less, to be passed.”

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‘vehemence,

‘vehemence,

I’m one of the few in a madding crowd,

as they pour their eyes on me

I shake my head out within the cloud.

To not trust me by sight, but feel the relent

of sacred night.

As I speak not for al;

I have my words not spoken loud.

For this I’m not proud.

You see, the agony that I feel from within

has me cornered in frighten spring.

For I am not with the few

I scream with my soul for you to bow

as I am less I have my thoughts avowed.

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‘aspire,

‘aspire,

Brothers and sisters,

this world has too much crime.

It’s our responsibility to define and change,

It’s our duty to relieve us self from pain by time.

To al I say; “Rise up, and show me what you got.”

We have to be the one,

the one that rises and had a battle to be fought.

“Rise up, to the time of diversity.”

Life is a reality

that has been feeling like a fantasy.

As we choose to ignore the facts

That we can’t handle our perspective acts.

Until we collapse;

“We

will

keep

on

building

our cracks.”

.

.

.

To leave one footstep

as we arise.

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‘Deviate,

‘Deviate,

When time holds up a mirror to my face.

I seek my own enemy;

“As I get not to see I feel this honesty of disgrace.”

When the feel of deception beholds me,

I foul my heart;

“as there was no mere play at place.”

It’s oddly satisfying to know what is not.

To walk this path down by my chase.

I run towards myself at ease,

as I want to follow my stream to earth.

This has not been me to replace.

As I start from the beginning,

To rise one step;

“I seek my inner grace.”

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‘Pronoid,

‘Pronoid,

‘Oh hear me dream and wander around you

as you lay your beauty on me to see.’

To open my garden of secrets,

to show you my spirit,

to not cry about the truth.

I found my lashing sky of the blue.

‘Oh hear me fall in distance

as I rise my soul for me to pursue.’

I’m not less,

I’m not more,

I’m in between for a greater déjà vu.

‘Oh hear me roar my brawl

as I stand tall for a wider view.’

You see,

you feel,

you are my world that I belong to.

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‘One more chance,

‘One more chance,

Oh’ hear me chatter my misery.

Not to heal from pain off oblivion, Do I have this

Endless aspiration of seeking beauty within.

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My grail of massacre from eyes of sin.

Only I can descend and

Realm the chills on my skin. To you I say;

“Eye for an eye as the enemy has been.”

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Complete me and and let me fall for the odds.

Have I not shown you my flaws from the begin?

Answer my question with honesty.

Nor lies of grim to belong. this path we follow

Conflicts our predicted future. To you I say;

“Endless aspiration of seeking beauty within.”

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‘dans ma mémoire;

‘dans ma mémoire;

Have I (not) chosen death?

To walk down the road alone

while playing catch with my last breath.

To see me suffer in pain

as blood pours down

I will stand tall to the last drain.

Frames of the past with glimpse of hope.

In your eyes I saw your last wish;

“For me to fall and be caught by your rope.”

To wonder about “What if?”

I walk my last walk,

with my eyes closed I have a last sniff.

Heart pounding faster,

losing my breath,

as deafening as it sounds;

“To slaughter my soul in one piece”

I ask…

for…Me

Pastor.

By the rush of this disaster.

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‘retribution,

‘retribution,

In a time far away I was in search for her beauty to lay.

The mystery she sought was upon us,

as she leans on to my shoulders to portray.

(“Say not there be adulterers in Heaven.”)

Lift my heart for you to cry on,

as I regret my promise not in one day.

Seek my smile for you to belong,

for I have given you the inner child’s play.

Rest my soul for you to depend on,

take me away from misery as fools speak in cliché.

Seek the words from my lips,

as I am the last speaker to obey.

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