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youth, thy bliss

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SIDE A  1. for, Existing in different realms of reality, The translucent, the windows from my words to my morality, Volatility in every bone of my body, Some things will change, But you are my propriety, My terms with reality, Path to sobriety,  from trumpets heavens seem to play, What hemlock was to pioneers of the world we see. To hold on to you, to be part of that world we dream, To be with you, In death and in the life we live, In pavements and in the future we see, You're my northern star, Walking down La ville lumière, Like camus and Francine, tu es à moi, Tu es a moi 2. Oh poor  All we were as children, All our white plain ts, They are all pale now, Teary eyed goodbyes now, The acid and jane you stayed away from. The wild youth has come, The scary nervous wreck needs an outlet.  Oh you're so wild and hungry, Your love never found an outlet, And now you're letting it fill the one you've made your, The one standing up, when you're getting bullied li...
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SO BE IT

Collision of the conscious,  Conversations of coincidence, Wonder if it was written down, Maktub or is it in these arms. Did someone gift this pen to me, Or are these words I speak verbally, A glimpse of my mentality, A way to my reality. Am I doing a pleasure, To people who surround, When I rhyme about such things,  That seem to be totally mine.  Do the world around gain some knowledge now, Feel things deeper when my pages drown? So be it, my poetry and me be differentiated, I don't want my words to be depreciated, If they look into my soul and see the poet isn't there, I don't want my words to ever be kept on a pedestal,  That it's too high for me to climb, Cause I'm evolving. Don't look at me like poets, I never associated. When you read these words, You might see my heavy resentment, I didn't write to be a poet, never compared myself to the greats. These are just experiences of youth, Anger and rage and every emotion filtered, The words that cannot be sa...
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b/w kaleidoscope side b

1.  You will surely see it all, Once your eyes close.  The tender excite, The youth and it's voice,  Your questions, thoughts,  Won't they all suside ?  Religious, spiritual, Ignored and tries to out run, Like a song repeated, A sitar in play,  A dance of the peacock in rain, The fire will eventually rise,  Tears too less to calm it's wrath, Attempts all in vain.  First fascination, A young me looked with amazement. Fear, as ambitions root and people get closer to my soul.  But acceptance in the end,  as it is the only way ahead 2. It is like going through a haze, A run and chase to catch myself out of place.  A view of the sun rise, With a heart still holding on to the long lost night.  An experience of waking up as someone else, A better, more positive version of an older self.  Like returning to the homes that became houses,  After emptied by the people that filled them, Returning to childhood homes, with the excit...
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b/w kaleidoscope (part 1)

I.   ONE Too young to think, Too young to care, I know you still attach past to me, I will drive still,  In my feista, as the pictures grow smaller, Till they dissapear from memories, Till they stop hating me, Till the bags, all are left, as I fly.  You don't laugh, when I speak, You cry, when I weep,  You forgive, you prepare, You become me, as my head goes underwater.  Will I see god, is it why they go underwater?  I go, to see you, because whist they leave, You stay.  Godspeed and growth, Violins and harmony, Avoid them, my therapist said so, I say so much, I whisper, And the music will overshadow, But I love you, I always will, Don't listen, don't do like they do, Don't listen, don't attach to the past,  It is selfish, but only you know, Only you. 2. TWO  Are you witness, Will they witness ?  As you walk down, The aisle is longer, will you reach me ?  I pushed you further, And i am sorry, Will we walk home ?  I know i don't...
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WHERE AM I, WHERE WILL I BE

1. WHERE AM I ?  I see myself in a different light, away from the green leaves, away from the awake birds. I see myself soaking in rain, like the muddy water,  Its depth made up.  Like the leaves of fall, Brittle, weak.  Breaking away the illution, Don't you see the cracks my reflection make.  Breaking away this story,  Don't you see the who's beyond the ocean.  It isn't blue, it isn't blue, It has drained, drained of everything that made it.  It hasn't woken up, It didn't sleep, It just wept, slipt through the gaps, Into what was, the castle undone, The house burnt,  A lie belived in.  Where am i?  Within. Where am i?  Within,  Alone,  With,  Oneself. 2. STORY OF THE CONCIOUS  Grow apart from me, Like the streams,  Be yourself.  Grow apart, now that im awake, Now that i see there's nothing, Be yourself.  Can i be myself?  Can i write and be judged, Write and be laughed at?  Can i wr...
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