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They say that Home is where the heart is. If that is true, then I am homeless. I am not quite heartless, But there are days I wish I were. My heart has been given away, Or at least pieces of it has. You see I broke my heart, Shattered it into countless little pieces, That I might leave them behind me As I walk down The Path In hopes that I could follow them Back Home. Boy was I wrong. Where are they now, you ask? Some pieces have been given to my family: A piece to my Mother, though she may not always feel it’s pulse; A piece to my Father, who more than earned it, though he never should have had to; A piece to each prec

We enter the world alone. We leave the world alone. But we are never alone. We are told Man is a singular creature, But there is nothing singular about Man: From the swarms of people that infest the Earth, To the devils that sit on His should and whisper to Him- (For what is an angel but a devil perched on high?)- Man is anything but singular. He fears singularity for singularity means solitude. He fears solitude so much He huddles Himself in His cities, Massive, chaotic, filthy hives where Man goes about his business of warring with everything, All in an attempt to not feel alone. But it is when I am surrounded by my fellow Man that I feel

As children we read stories Stories where the day is saved by a Chosen One. But The One isn't always chosen. At first The One is just another face in the crowd Not One, but one of many An average person toiling in an average life But then there is a force, a magic That reveals itself to the one-of-many. And then they are Chosen, The one-of-many becomes The One, Chosen to save the day Chosen to be magic Chosen to be More. And when we finish these stories we feel Chosen ourselves. But then we grow up and are children no longer Then we grow up and are Chosen no longer. When we grow up we grow old When we grow old we grow stale Then we find

By my brother I was burned by my lover I was spurned Too many people make me choke Got a new job and I'm still broke Before it all began, grand plans were laid A fresh start A new start A blank canvas upon which I could be remade But ill winds They did blow Storms rumbled on the event's horizon Blindly, gayly, I welcomed them in Lightning cackled and pierced my heart Severing it from all else within The cold sank deep into my bones Ruined my family and wrecked my home My eyes went red My limbs went limp My heart went ghost And I lost my soul The wound was fatal, I'm here still bleeding I bloomed too late, cold killed the seedling Betraye

… It is wrinkled like a walnut With the consistency of Mushroom… Thought I was fertilizing that fungus Though I was feeding it poison. Searching for Meaning, Up And Down… Found Oneness But still feel the sum of zero and zero, Give or take. Nostalgic fuel driving me backward Too afraid to go forth. Too afraid to let go. Bones are broken- SNAP! CRACK! -From self-afflicted injuries, Scared more of Numbness than of pain. Complaining but never doing. Angry at a world that cannot see me, But choosing to look at anything but myself. Terrified of what I know I'll see. I'm like a tug boat: Pulling the bigger, the better behind me

Every night I'm in that place, Take a shotgun to the face, I'll transcend both time and space. Garage door's open, come on in And sit like sages singing of sin. Throw a ball; drink like fish. Living on borrowed time and a wish. Living in despair. Fuck it! We don' care. Climb some trees, Catch the breeze, We'll be in ecstasy! Climb up that Beanstalk, and when you're ready we'll take a walk. Who got beer? All right here. Laugh through the pain To prove we're all sane. Just make some bread, Fix your head Before you're dead. Chillin' here, no fear. All here, Got beer... Pong that is. This is our story, In all it's glory

I saw the World when I was a child. I was playing outside with my friends, in the warm sunshine, and I saw the her. She smiled brightly to me and said: "Today is a good day." I saw the World when my baby sister was born. I was sitting in the hallway of the scary, too clean hospital when I was called into my mom's room and saw the him. He patted my back and said: "She's your responsibility, boy." I saw the World on my first day of school. I was riding the bus, watching my mom and dad wave as I passed, trying not to cry when I saw her. She stroked my hair and cooed: "It's going to be okay, big boy." I saw the World when I broke my leg. I was la

There is no Black & White so late at night, Sittin', chillin' with the Master of Blunts, All things in sight, the Wrong & Write, Pulling off wicked mental stunts. Drinkin' like fishes 'cause we got no bitches, But still we have our words, We turn to the pages, becoming like sages Letting our minds become birds. Soaring to greater heights! Growing in self, An elevated level. Illuminated so bright, All things seen, all things being. Wanna come down neva. Yet all nights must end And the sun must rise. So to home I do send Myself & shut my eyes. Dreaming of gin, & beer, & pot, Waiting for an endless game of Chess. And be sober

On a Morning clear and bright A Songbird flew to a holly branch and perched, There sat a Crow who had lived through Night, And the Morning Bells rang out in the Church. The Songbird turned to his companion and asked: "Why do you dwell in the dark when there is Day?" "Living through the Sun, for me, has become a wicked task," Squawked the Crow, as if there were no more to say. "But the Day is bright and cheery," The Songbird said with Grin. "I would reckon the Night quite dreary, So loving it would seem a sin." The Crow shrugged, still gruff and unconvinced. He sighed, looked to the sky, and thought. "Songbird, you know not the N