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Illusion or Confusion
What is out there
what is in here
in or out of this tiny little atmosphere
what appears to be is not,
yet whats not is,
a world of false illusion,
or universal confusion,
either way we are all lost and led astray
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What is out there
what is in here
in or out of this tiny little atmosphere
what appears to be is not,
yet whats not is,
a world of false illusion,
or universal confusion,
either way we are all lost and led astray
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Illusion or Confusion
What is out there
what is in here
in or out of this tiny little atmosphere
what appears to be is not,
yet whats not is,
a world of false illusion,
or universal confusion,
either way we are all lost and led astray This is your second flip book page
more text can go here
and you can continue to add
pages by putting more text in
and spacing it with break tags
so you get 14 lines per page
What is out there
what is in here
in or out of this tiny little atmosphere
what appears to be is not,
yet whats not is,
a world of false illusion,
or universal confusion,
either way we are all lost and led astray This is your second flip book page
more text can go here
and you can continue to add
pages by putting more text in
and spacing it with break tags
so you get 14 lines per page
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ILLUSION OR CONFUSION What is out there? What is in here? In, or out of, this tiny little atmosphere. What appears to be, is not, yet whats not is. A world of false illusion, or universal confushion, either way we are all lost and led astray! |
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Clouded Clouds moving in fast overhead The torment they bring I sincerely dread They come grey, white, black, and a thousand shades in between Oh the wonders they bare never seen The clouds have something for you and for me Soaring high over the sea and the trees Going wherever they please, carrying water and light Thunder and spite, lightening and fright, Wind transferring them in and out of sight Disappearing into the ever night Bringing life yet causing death The mystery of clouds will forever be left. |
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Realm As I travel through the endless realm of time Many things that are experienced are truly divine. I find myself biting into the rind of life, and suddenly The flavor of bitter strife enters my mouth Yet as the rose of love has entered my heart And even a rose of love may also be a dagger into the being of my soul when we are apart None of these do I control, what lies within the darkness ahead I do not Know, and I can do is look to the light and hope that the seeds it sows are ripe for good picking for there are many roots over which I am tripping. |
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Her Eyes Her eyes draw me near, they say hold me dear. Her eyes tell a story, with a shining glory. Her eyes comfort the worried, away no one has ever scurried. Her eyes contain great beuaty, when she looks in the mirror. Her eyes are afraid, afraid of whats jaded her. Her eyes speak of strength, displaying her spirits rank. Her eyes bring joy, with carasmatic tranquillity. Hers show intense love, an intense love for me. |
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Jaded Tides Once anew in mundane existence appear the jaded tides, growing as they draw nearer. Sweeping away all I hold dear, with a powerful undertow that causes great fear. Horrendous losses suffered at the feet of the merciless jaded tides, so great that it stirs a tear. |
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Tree Tree O happy tree, how I envy thee. As you stand unscaved with the strength of eons. The things you've seen, The storms you've experienced. The sun shining down on you in all of it's brilliance. Your leaves slowly plummeting to the ground, carrying you to your momentary wintry slumber. Budding back to life, reborn, awakening. Times errosive winds cannot shake you. Deeply rooted into the ground, clinging to the bloodline of mother earth. Sipping the nector of the gods, as it falls from the sky. All we can do is live our lives in wonder, watching you watch us cry when one of us dies. |