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The Attempted Escape

The Attempted Escape

Bolting towards the open feilds trying to elude its grasp
Running wildly past the trees attempting to resist its painful clasp
Hoping it wont capture me as I race through the night
Carelessly leaving a trail; keeping me in its line of sight
Glancing back; seeing it is still on my tail
Realizing that it would take my mind and eventually prevail
Exhausted and now staggering, I cannot run anymore
Losing my will to resist, quickly hitting the dirt floor
My mind is now invaded and my thoughts now forgone
Being dragged back with it, failing to have pressed on

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HOLY HELL

The Hallow Space

The Hallow Space

Upon entering the hallow space, I cannot help but feel battered and defected
Staring into the nothingness, wondering why my emotions remain scattered and uncollected
My mind weighs heavy and my heat continuously tearing
Struck down at every turn, getting to the point of despairing
My conscience screams and cry’s as if I am unaware
Begging me to weep alongside it, releasing my pain and utter despair
What was here is now there, what was strong now met its grim demise
Now here I stand, spectating, as another part of me quickly dies
The pain of being here is almost unbearable, as I must depart
Slowly turning back leaving another foundation to inevitably to fall apart

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BAM

The Power Shift

The Power Shift

As the tingling sensation takes over my body and mind
I drop to my knees and begin to feel the ground as if there was something to find
I can't help but look towards the sky realizing my own demise
Shaking uncontrollably as my mind falls apart and what was me slowly dies
Now my mind has been undone, I have lost all control
Lost control of all of my mind, body, and soul
As my old self continues to suffocate, I now arise
Seizing control with a new foundation, new goals, and that insane look within my eyes
Power has shifted as my old self fades, fades away as I laugh close by
Wondering what I should do with all of my power now that I am free to take what is mine
It does not matter, I am finally free to do as I please, finally free
Now it is time to proceed…

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eat it

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A Rhyming Thingy

A Rhyming Thingy

Laying; staring into the corners of my box room
Ceasing at the slightest sound of movement, only to slowly resume
Letting my mind run as I glance at the bright numbers nearby
Wondering when deaths brother will come taketh me away from where I lie
Waiting, watching, the hour seems endless
But there is no other option nonetheless
Why must I endure this?
Why can't I escape my own mental furnace?
All I can do is lie and wait
Wait for Death's brother to quickly change my mental state
The evensong has almost been sung, still I reside, still I lie
Forever trapped in my own mind's eye

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there ya go!

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My Mind

My mind is lost, my mind is a curse,
It's dead, off to another universe, after it was carried off by the hearse.
It stands single file like it's been tame,
To enter the kingdom full of brain.
It's never been kept organized like how it is now,
My mind gets impatient, rebels out, and cuts down.
The line, it thought it was fine, it's childish but it's never been taught better,
Never set it's morals straight, always had Fun before Right, and Right before Wise, kept them in a tether.
Tangled up, Fun tries to get set free first,
Since being stuck is the opposite and boring, it has to leave to quench it's thirst.
Right and Wise are technical and skeptical to the tactics of Fun,
Fun tries to wildly untangle while Wise and Right do it one by one.
With all this going on in my mind it gets confused,
Often blacks out, tires out, cuz it's three faults abuse.
My mind finally decides it's faced enough and while waiting in line it inverts into itself,
It travels through the many spaces and memories to find it's inner beings who realized this and hide in stealth.
It's hard for Fun, Wise, and Right to do this in a bunch of three,
But they get away with it to some degree.
My minds searches for the group of immatures like a parental figure,
Looking for it's components to set straight and configure.
My mind eventually catches up with them, actually not that tough of a battle,
Cuz Fun runs around getting more tied up, Right bickers with Fun to stop, and Wise to keep them quiet attempts to silence the rattle.
So this is where my mind has to decide,
To punish them for their inconvenience or to just let it slide.
He can't take it no more, he sticks his chest up, flexes to get buff, puts on a persona to be tough, and lowers his voice to sound rough, and let's them have it.
He reeks havoc from all the built up anger developed in the cortex,
Unleashes wrath on the trio sucking them up into it's vortex.
Doesn't release until they complete a 180, from concave to convex,
Till their natural DNA is changed and convert their molecular complex.
Now, my mind thinks it's done the right thing,
But actually it's headed down the wrong wing.
Take into consideration it flipped around Right, so whatever was Right is now Wrong,
So what seems like the right decision has now been prolonged.
My mind thinks it has used Wise to the fullest,
To change itself to something different, but now he feels stupid and dullest.
It thought swirling the three around would get the thirsty Fun fed,
But now he's bored out of his mind, looking all brain dead.
Now this takes us back to the place where we started I guess,
But what my mind should have done was alter it's first step.
Instead of getting rowdy and impatient,
Instead of referring to Fun, it should have rolled with Chill and stayed stationed.
Then it wouldn't have gone through the trouble of following this cycle again,
It would have never been lost, always stayed in reality, without the need to the use my Ritalin.
SWAG!

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Just a little something i wrote while i was bored.

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The Train of Thought Dispatch

In every waking state, my head is filled by trains
that run a locomotive's rig across my gathered consciousness.
I speak not on their conduction nor of their wasted coal,
but show my fair and measured kindness by dealing with their whistles.
They often crash and seamlessly assemble into piles
that slowly, surely turn ascending towards their station's sky.
When one finds its destination coming at high speeds,
it find the brakes or tries at least, and prays for slow conclusion.
Some have lived upon round wheels of rust for years and ages;
smoking stacks and appendages made of dwelling iron -
while some have found the barrel gun as a perfect place to settle
just before the new day's sun will use them as its bullet.
And I guess I'm just the dispatcher to this train yard of the mind,
willing just to settle for arrivals and departures.
I'm loose and 'lax with schedules, moreso than what's best,
but in the end I find delight in the sights and sounds and motion.
I'll wear my cap and place a hand upon the luncheon bell,
calling out mentalities to carry on the dusty speakers.
For when we've kept a goodish deadline on our shipping wells,
we'll know to buy a beer and laugh and congratulate ourselves.

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Golden words

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My mouth bleeds out gold // from every word dat is told // words dat are inspired from this diamond hardened soul // so let me enrich ur mind with these words dat u dnt understand // & u won't be able to see at first because they're diamonds in the sand // dig them up & uncover da meaning // & sorry but not every one is suppose to get ur appealing // put them in ur mouth // swallow them whole // & let ur brian begin to unfold // now if u got sumthing to say // then let it be told // use what u got to let it be shown // weather it's poetry, rap, singing or dancing // let ur words turn to gold, put money on ur map & start advancing

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Try to Understand

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Faith is in ur heart ; reason is ur right fist ; doubt is in ur eyez ; & our love is all dats in ur mind -- so ima give u a reason & make u think twice -- open ur eyez wide & make u lose that sight -- cuz all i wanna do is beat faith till ur mind starts screamin -- beat her till she gets dat wierd feelin -- till she starts pumping them lies out -- so much so that u wont even remember doubt -- cuz to tell u da truth -- im tired of these ways -- always looking up -- but i could never pry -- my mind is in a rush & i stay trippin -- arthritis in my heart so i stay limping -- carring this thought on my bacc -- its a heavy load -- giving me asthma heart attacks ; i've takin my toll -- cant even think or breave -- cant remember da day -- i can bearly see -- i fall straight down rite into my heart -- der for a secound & already winter starts -- frost bite thoughts -- this storm is harsh -- jus cant wait for spring to blow me away -- but this tension is so hot its leavin me all dazed -- summer blast -- im traped in a fucckknn heat wave -- but when i cool off -- thats wen i see the lord -- walkin on water -- he unlocks da door -- cuz my mind is the outer limits -- like a limbo image -- im in dis hall fill with unlimited doors -- but i never break i jus bend -- & i never ask why -- i jus ask wen -- cuz wen i open da door -- it starts all over again ~

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

ehh ; idk ; wrote this years ago

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