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Tis Be Me

I know what I am,
I understand what they see.

I'm the guy that scribes
their golden fantasies.

Still alone I be,
internally cold happy misery.

I'm ok really,
I am an idiot
to think I stand a chance.

So, I leave you now my time
has come just a lost hiccup
filtering unwritten
canvases until rapture.
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Thank you for
looking past me
thank you for reinforcing
my ordained creed,

I forget that sometimes
dreaming I'm capable
of amour's hectic shine,

sleeping with a fantasy
inside a humbled truth
walking with pride in a lie.

Confident I'll try again
also confident I'll die alone
can't say I don't
have confidence eh?

I'm a beacon of
comforting hostility
a battalion of regret
a third world nation
of self resent
my flagship drifts
in idealist waters,

my perpetual reality
of a fading air castle
never seen never held
never allowed to hold,

slumbering into
a pioneering jungle
of solidarity  
my own pyramid
of misery,

wanting to be viewed
as a good man
only to gain the
reputation of
complicated complexity
sad so damn sad
they can't scratch
deeper than that,

a two faced mirror
reflecting an old
weary soul,

birthing dying dreams
till my gleam
is dimmed into
broken winds.

So much more to gain
than this fugazi grain
of an elusive force,

just concentrate
and focus on pristine serenity
pure consciousness
relentless energy
to nurture and illuminate
in a zenith's synapse.

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