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The self is suspicious
Of alien intention
It learned that conspicuous
Attracts all attention
Hiding what is malicious
Will lead to invention
Of alternate versions
The self procreation
Which breeds variations
Of one's true identity
Unmasked by a context
Of undefined density
A puppet of sorts
Of alien intention
Repeating a song
For far to much long
Without a vacation
The self will absorb
The sun as an orb
The sea as a rod
Of ...

At the center of all matter
Lies the illusion of space
Words are so dense they flatter
A compliment to the race
Of people who dance no matter
Whatever conditions they face
The joy they experience after
The heart becomes void of hate
The reasons we turn into darkness
Are intrinsically bound to the fate
Of one who sees no laughter
In the eyes of a friendly shape
Alone can not with others
Allow himself ...

There once was a boy
That did not talk
He was shy but not coy
Through the streets he walked
His mind would flood with thoughts
Monologue of perpetual circular motion
He didn't had the notion
He was trapped inside the inner circle of consciousness

He heard others express opinions
But remained silent with his mind empty
Has others talked
Eventually he would drift away
And created an elaborate opinion if his own
Sometimes for ...

Burrowed deep
In the Dark Forest
Bellow a sinuous creek
The roots of an ancient oak are stirred
As a blob awakens
From its winter slumber
At first it shakens
Then burps a thunder
Time has turned it
Into dense viscosity
It feeds on illusion
From ego construction
It chokes on the spirit
Of freedom of Nature
What craves the most
Is knowledge abolishment
And to erase the deep connection
Between all which is alive ...

She loves him
He's got her core
She doesn't know if he understands what that means

She loves him
That's the girl inside
Not the soldier who guards the bolted door

She loves him
She woke up when he came
And she fought the ones who have kept her safe

She loves him
She can give him the rose
That has grown in the warmth of his sun

This is her gift

Here it is folks lyrics for my first song written 25 years ago when I was a pimpled teenager:

I don't know who I am
Trying to be what I was
Lost in the dark but thinking
Finding myself and my soul
Trying to think with my heart
Trying to feel with my brain
Reality is coming back
No matter how hard you blink

Locking your mind up
Is not the answer
Find where the ...

Insidious black clouds
Cloak the warmest blue
A tear a drop of Rain
Rips the heart in two
One half belongs to sun
The other belongs to none
Combined with loving glue
Both parts are joined by truth
The storming of tomorrow
Hollow be thy fruit
Truth is not of sorrow
Embrace both halves of you
The mind must be known deeply
A Window opened through
The light Will break the shadow
The cloud Will ...

I just finished watching it last night and it had a deep impact on me. The author is a very talented writer who wrote the color of money (made into a movie) and so was its sequel.
I have tried writing but I have zero talent in all aspects of life.
I am a reprint publisher but when I try to publish my own work, it is always a flop. I also played chess but ...

A square and a rectangle went to see
Triangle who was living in the deep blue sea
Square said to rectangle "look at me"
"I'm sitting on top of triangle"
Tra la la la la la triangle

Sitting in the perfect house
Perfect picture
Pretty ######6 perfect dolls
Perfect daughter, perfect son
Perfect mother, perfect life
Sitting in a perfect row
Matching dresses
Plaited hair, made you look good, pretend to care
A photograph upon the wall
What the ###$, it's perfect!
So what, then is all this ######6 fuss about?

There is a darkness that's growing like a blackout blind, it's blocking out the light.
There's a dog leash hanging up ...