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Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm not
Sometimes the thing
You truly sought
Was something that
Couldn't be bought
And when you found
That you could not
You found I asked
For not a lot...

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I know what you did

I know what you did but I'm not sure why
If only I saw your heart and could see inside
The places in there where these thoughts reside
But instead I had to turn away and say goodbye

I know what you said but I don't know how
To find any more joy within that sound now
I can't find any way that my will would bow
I won't look back and wonder, this I vow

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Random thing I wrote today

They don't understand
It's a strand
a grain of sand
In an hourglass
Their pass
Their past
Their moment
Their monster
All they see is twisted reality
Perfect bliss
like true love's first kiss
But the distortion of perfection taints
World full of saints?
No, not at all
They dropped the ball
And they'll take the fall
But it was a nice mirror image
Something pretty and pure
White lace was the cure
Til some of the demure
Snapped back with a flash
Picked up the slack
Your utopia is dystopia
A humble stated fact
but they try what'll never fly
Pointlessly to contain
The people with brains
Those they couldn't train
In their efforts to control the population
No verbal ejaculation
Of any variation
On any scale
Though they will fail
Freedoms aren't for sale
But they uselessly try
To protect virgin ears
Stuff em tight with cotton seals
How does that feel?
It's a perfect illusion
To cause confusion
Cause your mind won't know
Which way to go
When the facade crashes down into the river below
Washed away with the tide
No law to abide
Do you still have your pride?
We'll bridge the divide
In a memory
In a heartbeat
In a moment in time
Where do you draw the line?
Or do you erase it?
Are you tough enough to face it?
Or is it tough?
Maybe it's bold
To face the cold
To break the mould
To have a heart of pure gold
That molten liquid that sears
The greedy ones leer
Hiding in shadows
Awaiting their moment
Baiting you
Bidding
Biding their time
putting rhythm to a rhyme
A purpose in a line
Of word
Written or spoken
Like a touch of the broken
Broken by men
By women
By people
A population of madness
Driven by sadness
And the hot wax drips
From the tips
Of lit candlesticks
And where does it land?
Where does it land?
In the expanse
Of a little romance
Driven by lust
It lands on the bust
A touch of kink
For a lazy thought
Maybe cheaply bought
Like a penny
Or a dime
No, not money
She's sweet like honey
We're talking about a girl
Fast talking
Hip popping
With copper wire curls
Dime a dozen
With a short tight skirt
And a too small shirt
And stilettos that let her touch the sky
Or maybe she's just high
It's enough to make you cry
Sugar coated tears
Drenched in real fears
That no angel will appear
To take you away
Somewhere you can play
In the candy trees
And bubble gum flowers
Gotta get you a piece of that
*ASTERISKS*
Censorship protecting the masses
From female dogs
And donkeys
And other such assets
You think you've won?
The war's just begun
We're hardcore
Tough and strong
You can't ignore
Rebels to the core
Facts and figures
It's a catalyst
You can't pretend we don't exist
The voices ringing
People singing
Bringing emotions
Devotion
Purity of intent
Power to invent
A new way
See a new day
Carry on through the pain
That flouted through our veins
Destroy us?
HA!
You couldn't if you tried!

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Weird winter poem thing

If the sweet smell of candy canes were all but there
If the sharp scent of pine never filled up the air
And the crisp morning air never filled up with snow
Then what would exist of the winter we know?

If the chanukah candles sat in a drawer never lit
If the stockings never got hung for saint nick
If the bright decorations of kwanzaa were hidden
What if celebrating the holidays was simply forbidden?

If the churches never opened their doors christmas eve
If children were taught they aught not to believe
If it were illegal to sing holiday songs
All the magic of winter would simply be gone.

No matter what is celebrated during this season
We all celebrate it for similar reasons
For joy and cheer and family and love
For believing in someone looking down from above

The winter is beautiful for what we make it
Tolerating religions and giving donations.
For celebrating where we come from or what we believe
Chanukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, and New Years Eve.

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