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= Journey
Eternity of thoughts and memories,
Like wind, only heard when listened to.
Intelligence, quick like the wolf.

Rarely used, only seen when looked at.
Gray is the color that only the true see,
A rock, stubborn and strong.

This is my journey....

= Horse

The wind whipping at my face
The gentle stead holding its pace
I hear the galloping all day long
Rhythmic thumping, like an olden song
The sun setting, I feel weak
The stars are rising, like a streak
I step down, wobbily from my ride
My horse lays down, near my side
The alarm buzzes in my ear
The gentle horse, no where near.

=Jail
No!
I shout.
No!
I pout.
No!
They say.
No!
I go away.
Here!
They point.
Here!
Locking the join.
Here!
I stay
Here!
Wasting the day.
Leave!
They say.
Leave!
This day.
Leave!
I am so confused
Leave!
I am so abused.


I walk again after so many years,
Slow steps with many tears.
I fall again and this day,
There is no one to point the way.

=Anger
Anger striking, the blood on my fist
Repeatedly hitting as the crimson fluid splatters
over us. Movements as quick as lightning.

Then it stops...
Onewalks away
Guilt plaguing his mind.

The other is carried away
Maggots plague his mind.

Blood washes off.
Why don't emotions?
When will these emotions drip away?

=Machine

Like a machine, I take and toil
Like a machine, I break and boil
Like a machine, I do as you say
Like a machine, Only your way
Like a machine, I turn and walk
Like a machine, I learn and stalk
Like a machine, I walk away

I am not a machine this day.
I will be your machine another day.

 

Darkest dreams, depths of night
these are the things of my plight
The road awakens, at my feet
My dreary eyes, needing sleep
I take my gun, before you wake
An early stroll is what I take
The dew is thick on the morning grass
Cock and load, lead is in your ass.
Wearily I retreat back to bed
I sleep, again inside my head
Life is short. I wake again
then turn the stove on, and eat a hen. =The Farmer

 

=Bridge
The time was still
Air motionless as I glanced around
Quietness enveloped me like a blanket
I heard their screams
Saw their tears.

I stood and watched as they continued
falling off the cliff
They didn't see it coming even as
their families fell. A distant thud
As a corpse hit the ground/

After minutse pass, they continue
After hours pass, they still go on
After days pass, they don't stop
The distant thud softening
Soon they have a bridge of lifeless bodies

They cross the gate, and their families are on the other side/

They fell too, walking on
The imaginary bridge

=Sleep

I could sleep all day,

all night

I would never wake,

from this eternal fight

The bed is warm as I rest,

Not a bug, not a pest

Life slipping away as I dream,

I wish it was this way, as I seem

So early now, my eyes awake,

Body and soul, at a stake.

Wearily now I fall again,

Body and soul,

Torn from skin

=Voices

The voices inside of me,

Talking in my head

The voices inside of me,

Telling me I am dead

The voices inside of me,

Sleep all day

The voices inside of me,

Will not go away,

I hear them often,

They tell me to pray

I hear them often,

They tend to stay

I hear them often,

Will they stop?

I hear them often,

I don't like what I got.

 

 

These voices are me.

 

 

=The End

The end of my journey
ends with my last drop of blood.
The last twitch and last heart beat.
I know this is the end. But
It is also a new beginning
I will feel my last heart beat.
A warmth of death enveloping me
Then a my new journey will begin.

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