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Postby Jesse » Tue Oct 29, 2013 5:47 am


Am I a product of your creation, or are you one of mine?
There's hardly but a whisper anymore, just an old forgotten tune
One that echos faintly through the shut off ruins of my mind.

Even now some part of me continues to dance to their rhythms
though I've long lost the ability to hear their splendor.

Buy boy how I still hold on to that silver spoon,
and pray for a miracle, one to finally pull me through this darkness.

But they never come, and I'm left defeated and wallowing in my own doubt, and pity.

My mind has become nothing more than a broken thing,
Like shattered glass.. dangerous to all those who come too close.

I am tired, I am empty, and I have forgotten my name,
I have forgotten my place, and I've been left all alone, covered in disgrace.

Yet you still whisper to me "come and play",
but only in our dreams and our memories are lost the moment I awake.

It's been far too long since I've tasted real peace or heard the silence of mercy.

I feel I am being punished, or forgotten,

but maybe it's easier that way,

for the both of us.
"We know nothing at all. All our knowledge is but the knowledge of schoolchildren. The real nature of things we shall never know." - Albert Einstein

"When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?"
-Eleanor Roosevelt

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Re: Forgotten

Postby lobster » Tue Oct 29, 2013 6:54 am


When lost
await the finding
When forgot, hold on for remembrance
Did you remember to let go of the permanency of ducks and dukkha
the impermanency of dukkha and every duck
Over the rainbow
under the rainbow
in the rainbow
every unimaginable mind duck

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