| A patriotic poem of mine... I actually find it to be one of my best ones. |
| A patriotic poem of mine... I actually find it to be one of my best ones. |


BlankYou are ready to be molded, hypnotized until you folded, they take the name you were born with, give you one you're sold with.Blank
You find yourself in single-file, bar coded, ranked, free will defiled, you cannot feel- cannot see, the way you were and used to be.
You are born as a commodity, manufactured into what they want you to be, and the choices that were yours crumble under the new, yeah, the life that you lived, has been remade and used.
They take a picture of your face, paste it into the


Nothing is, as is will seem I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't see or feel anything I'm in the dark, all alone, forever gone; forever cold.Nothing is, as is will seem
Gods surround us, made of dust, staring out the window, of a worn-out schoolbus- and the trees hold up, all my dreams, nothing is- as is will seem.
A mirror reflects the face of a lost child, whose eyes refuse, to stay the same... the old shade of blue I knew on my face.
All this seems to be, a melody- &nbs


Paradox No. 1 Music drives us forward,Paradox No. 1
shoves us backward, twists our minds inside-out, while our hearts gravitate towards the other. Hand on hip, elongated leg, and suddenly we dance again- life transformed into a parody of the tango.
Every movement is a challenge, every caress- the hand of fate, the melodies that haunt us remain until our memories fade. I cannot stop the motions, that my body carries out... I tilt backwards, the world breaks, and the memories cascade down to
the ground.


The Beast and Its ChainBeautiful angel, dropping angelic words upon my skin, delightful inquirer, with a smile sugar-coated and thin, there were days that I would believe you... you would slither away and I would fear you...The Beast and Its Chain
But this dark half is stalking me, her voice lingers into my sanity, and even though it mocks me... I pause. Promises of better days, faded memories leaving a bitter taste, and the eyes wont shut, inside my mind... (I cannot hide.)
Devious tormenter, with shadows creeping down across the devilish inventor; a mout
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Look at this link:
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you know you want to... the hat tells you to!
you might like what you see!
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"Marionettes are like music boxes. But, whereas a marionette can be cut loose, a music box can only stop turning. I wonder which one is more free? The stringless puppet, or the motionless dancers?"
(love love)
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'Just think, all over the world there are people exercising bad judgment. Someone, right this minute, is probably making the mistake of his life'
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"Marionettes are like music boxes. But, whereas a marionette can be cut loose, a music box can only stop turning. I wonder which one is more free? The stringless puppet, or the motionless dancers?"
(you know i say this with love)
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'Just think, all over the world there are people exercising bad judgment. Someone, right this minute, is probably making the mistake of his life'
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"Marionettes are like music boxes. But, whereas a marionette can be cut loose, a music box can only stop turning. I wonder which one is more free? The stringless puppet, or the motionless dancers?"
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'Just think, all over the world there are people exercising bad judgment. Someone, right this minute, is probably making the mistake of his life'
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Need a name? Ask me here.
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"Marionettes are like music boxes. But, whereas a marionette can be cut loose, a music box can only stop turning. I wonder which one is more free? The stringless puppet, or the motionless dancers?"
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