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A Memory To Serve

Today I had a darker memory that stained my eyes
Blurred my vision of truth, which suddenly turned into lies
I noticed how awfully untrue our lives have turned out to be
As I was doubting you, and you were doubting me
And when it came time to speak the words we knew we should say 
The memory was repressed beneath the cold and the gray
And secret whispers of regrets filled the air around us all
And carved the words we read in awkward silence on the wall.

But we climbed the wall and trudged through the regrets and pain
Grasping our paper umbrellas beneath the burning rain
With each mile traveled, there lay a broken dream in our way
A pile of filthy memories of the love we had betrayed
With occasional sights of misfortunate decorated with joyful lies
The tragic theater in the silence where we hide the tears each of us cries
Hidden in the shadows awaits another memory to serve, 
A relentless reminder of our sins and the pain we all deserve.

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Immunity

Listen to the racket of resounding lies
that reverberate within your polluted mind,
where another truth is battered and dies.

I have dragged out the casualties of ethical beliefs,
and with disgust for their loss, expressed my grief
while your actions and words of which lies are replete
became the truth’s death, tossed around like trash on the street.

When I speak, the words spoken are poison for you to hear,
and they ignite your temper and strip your comfort— 
the burden of truth’s casualties is always onerous to bare.

So, you retaliate with fury and come after me 
as if I am doing wrong by admitting the truth in what I see.
And the fact is that I can see the malice in your eyes—
how your actions and words are perniciously personified. 

I can see behind your mask nobody else can see,
your veiled intentions and secrets—
the epitome of shameless duplicity.

When you smile, there is no warmth or glow,
it is the mask of deceit that you always show.
So, while others remain fooled and praise your name, 
I’ll NEVER be swayed by your fabricated fame!

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Waiting For a Hallelujah

This lonely language of silence—
An unending soliloquy in the mind’s dark forests
Where pain and misery grew, and nobody knew
Nobody ever hears the growth of agony or pain
They can only see it when it has already begun to destroy us.

The obscured gestures of the truth—
The insidious signs if we look close enough to see
Where the end of a smile is the start of an arduous mile.
A solitary journey nobody ever sees you traveling,
Until the internal damage is done, and you return changed.

Have you seen my afflictions lately?
I have tried to see yours as I venture to understand 
How your eyes don’t reveal the stories you conceal.
As we simultaneously meander our deserted lands 
The world cannot see us slowly fade.
 
But our grey forests flourish and bear poison fruit— 
The welcomed addictions to our sweet misery 
For which we insist, although God demands us to resist
But the more time passes, the more comfortable 
We’ve become with the promise of hopelessness.   

I must confess, I prayed especially hard for you one day 
When you were dragging your spirit inside your flesh
Which was destitute despite what your words refute
Faith helped me find you through all the trees
There you were, waiting for a Hallelujah on tired, bloody knees.

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Dwarf Star

The universe swallowed my thoughts
In another instant of uncertainty
Truthfulness and doubt together were something
Morphed into a new creation of nothing 
As if my time itself were the black hole
And I, a dwarf star in the infinite sky
Waning in the moment’s loss of control
Where another hope was left to die. 

Shapeless and unseen in darkness
Lost in the infinite, recessive light
A contorted mass of possibilities gone
Like the dim light of a rainy dawn
Ambitions and plans stricken by loss
And I, a fading star in a familiar crowd 
Carrying an even more familiar cross
To be convicted of the sins I’ve avowed. 

Brighter stars illuminate without me
Much like the brilliance I once exuded 
A new creation of barely something I’ll be
With much less to adore in low luminosity 
And as the universe recycles these thoughts
Uncertainty strangely becomes known
In all my doubts, I have become a have not
With my mistakes left with me for which to atone.