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exhaustion surrounds
permeating her auric feild
like a blanket of thick smoke
retiring into the darkness of night
it is her solace and place of quietude
undaunted by earthly storms
the raging fires of voicy havoc
raucous misunderstandings
petty misgivings that cloud the path to clarity
slowly and calmly anesthetized
by the rise and fall of her chest
the inspiration of her breath
far into the depths of unconscious planes
dreaming of spatial incongruencies
distorted views of the day's events
slip into a place where they make more sense
awakened by a sound
a child weeping
baby soft skin broken by the remnants
of an ogre's shame and anguish
after dropping bombs on innocent women and children
abandoned by an angel of forgiveness
left in the scourge of suffering
accompanied by his own flesh and blood babies
one man's desperation
the cold war has been resurrected
a house of horrors comes alive
it is up to each one to survive
raw emotion pierces a hole
gnawing like lightning through the night
into the core of her soul
awakening with cries
but after 35 years
she is finally alive.
10:07 PM 7/3/2013
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Conflict's repitition leads to progression severed;
a life in which the enemy you're no better.
Outrages, rampages, fights beyond any cause
lead to a world in which you're no better off.
The only resolution to a problem so unreal
is to find a place where you no longer feel.
The pain of others on your life already cold,
forces you to hide to cover up what you're told.
I need to escape from all these lies;
these indescribable pains, all the time..
I need to recover, to get a hold on myself.
I will discover what truth is left at all.
I sit alone in the blackness of reason;
a pathetic target for the others to tease on.
I don't want to face the pain of publicity,
but I cannot stand the pain of no honesty.
Cover me in paint, lock me in my coffin,
never let me see, let not any light in.
I need to be concealed, need to be away
from the lies, scars, and pains of every day.