Monday 14 June 2010

Alive

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I have scars and blood and flesh
I know the score of life
the mirror was never hidden from view
I feel the disgrace you grow

weakness isnt a cut
the skin is torn and i bleed it
who cares for the reason
I watch beauty divide

I never hated your battle scars
for me? I have none
don't hold my wrists and scream
I'm just living, I feel alive
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Neglect

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My body feels so old and stretched
my feet have wondered a million worlds
and my thoughts have climbed the highest montains
nothing ever came easy
I could never hold my nerve
when everyone stumbled I leaned with them
the stress and strain of so many words stung
so much terror and despute to remember
and not enough smiles to reflect on
i remember breaking in over stone walls
running as the sirens chased
rebellion was tattooed through our hearts
and the adrenaline to escape began
explosions followed our path
political reason became more flawed
there were strikes and there was hardship
my generation because the greatest victims of this broken nation
rare happiness hit long nights
chemically enhanced dreams made us mean
so much violence from where we came
others killed others
while in our bottles we drowned
i speak of broken times
of forgotten morals and enraged fools
where the upbringing was forgotten
while parents sat transfixed with the news
i watched young lives end themselves
while younger tried to vote
the strain of life upon their shoulders
matured and aged against the clock
since when have children behaved so old?
have they always held the need to die?
or carry babies when they remain babes
and hold thier own in thier premature lives?
like the fates stroking the threads of time
I look back over the 18 notches of mine
i feel so old and time feels slow
how did i manage to grow so old?
modern years are like toxic air
how do we breath on abuse and poisen?
so much happens and you all forget
you're troubled youth you have learnt to neglect
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Begin Again

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My tears flow through this
endless stream, reminding
me of how things have been.
Nothing lasted and I felt little
gain to how my heart wept
betraying what was mine. I
could utter a thousand willing
words in hope of completeing
my world, but in truth I just
open old wounds and the
regret remains all mine.
I long to begin again...
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