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Reality InvertedJump through the mirror...
and from the other side take a look.
What would it be like to see the evil you?
How might opposites change the rulebook?
You might go from pauper to prince,
Or lose everything you have in a day.
When you step into the alternate
History is come-what-may.
Maybe in this universe you made a mistake,
And you're six feet under a flowerbed.
Or perhaps everything went great,
And from a silver spoon you're fed.
Or perhaps you're in a place,
Where your parents never met
How odd to see a world you're not
Cause your parents run a different duet.
There's no limit to the alternates you may see,
As the mirror continues to distort
How many versions of you will you see,
As the universes continues to contort?
Watch me jump, change, and shift
And my reality completely rearrange...
You may think you know all the answers.
Do you know how the questions have changed?
Symmetry is overrated
And I'm just about to crack
I can't handle living in theory
I wanna go back!
Jump back through
ClicheThe patient in the hospital
He got all bent out of shape
And hurt his lower back
Now they're going to operate
The doctor was a new one
Confused on what was the goal
He operated on the spine from his little toe
And tore the guy a new a$$hole
The doctor didn't clean up or disinfect
And left the scalpel inside his chest
They sewed him up like Frankenstein
And so he never woke up from his rest
He now lays in the morgue
A scalpel stuck in some part
The coroner wrote the death certificate
"Died of a bleeding, broken heart"
Nothing is cliche when it happens to you...
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Pilgrimage v8Poet, you must see
A clearing in the deep woods
Far above the Earth
The sun with me for one day
Rises higher into the east
Over the mountains
A terrain of green and white
Leaves ride high up on the wind
Controlled by the rushing breeze
Far from the city
Where the golden river flows
By the crooked path
Where the deep green leaves rustle
As the breeze sweeps my front porch
Near the apple tree
The jade fountain is silent
As the sun rises
A pirate buried treasure
Where the river makes a curve
Birds rest in the trees
Where filtered sunlight slips through
In the morning sun
Poets argue over chess
In their own special manner
Pale orchid blooming
Safe among the ancient pines
...how precious the hours!
The time passes so quickly
A child becomes a man
One lingering star
Turns the landscape golden red
...flowers in shadow
Flies zig-zag in the sunlight
Dancing with their own shadow
Beyond the dark trees
Rose petals drift on the fog
Treetops in the clouds
A field of fine cotton
BeccaliciousThere once was a girl named Beccalicious
Who's ability to rhyme seemed quite suspicious
Said she: There's no reason to feel fright
I just want you to try and write
So pick up your pencil and be ambitious
Bloom With A SmileA plant gives its life to produce some seeds
Overcoming insects, drought, bad soil, and weeds
And then those seeds begin to blow
Surviving animals, disease, and the cold winter's snow
On an awesome spring day, one seed finds a home
Right next to a manhole, so far it did roam
In a tiny bit of soil, this seed was planted
Not one speck of moisture did it take for granted
It scrimped and it saved the energy that it had
The intensive heat from the asphalt was so bad
And with the toxins and the exhaust from the buses and cars
It might have been better to live in the atmosphere of Mars
And yet each day it struggled, and it continued to grow
Despite being stepped on, and taking many a blow
And with the help of its friends, the sun and the rain
The little plant endured, through all of the pain
Often it thought it would be better to dry up and blow away
But the those loving friends made things better so it could stay
Its two leaves became four, and four became eight
Some days were awful, some da
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous path
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
wordless they succumbAnd they fell -
just like that.
Just like the act of breathing;
soundless and inevitable.
Like an eager girl slipping
straps from her shoulders,
the soft crush of silk at her feet.
We Have No TimeAll we have
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
WonderlandWhen I was little, I knew Wonderland.
Logic was faulty and rules were no more.
Up was down; down was up.
That was how it constantly was.
Fish swam in the air and drowned in water.
Worries were small and dreams were big.
One fell up until they reached the clouds,
Which were then used for soft beds and pillows.
Gender was an unnoticed trait.
Everyone was blind.
Everyone could see.
There were no expectations to uphold.
I was happy.
Then I woke up-or fell asleep-
Into a world with war and prejudice and plague.
I wondered then, and I do now…
Was Wonderland not the real world?
The Answer is Noneplease excuse the crushing
of this conversation
and i'll forgive the wheeze
as my mind's
pinch your windpipe
all but shut
watch my fading blur
as i step like god
and your heels drag
now you're the one
whose able is unned
dissed and nonned
your ghostlungs, my balloon
floating and bumping
and the whether
of pressure differentials
feels true, against
to the girl with the razors in her back pocket,stop. turn around. i understand you,
and i understand the sadness
entrenched in your bones. i understand
the late nights spent in anxious prayer
to the towels, to the creaky floorboard
just outside your parents' room, to the sink
that stains too easily. i understand
the catastrophic glances that people throw you
when you open your mouth and try
to belong. i understand the intense moments
spent in dressing rooms splicing together outfits
that will gracefully sweep past tally-marked wrists and ankles
and hopefully make sense in the dead of summer.
i understand the nights that you carve the emptiness
onto the razor and wonder if it wouldn't be better
to just die tonight instead. no one can be angry...
or disappointed...or judgmental...or sympathetic (because
sometimes forced empathy is the worst)...when you
no longer exist. it just stops. and anything
has to be better than this.
well, you're right about one thing. it does
get better. and not in that corny way
people tell you. you won't se
Void - The Daylight RemixThe Void Stares Back (The Daylight Remix)
Written by Sean Murphy
©Copyright 2005 by Sean Murphy, All Rights Reserved
The darkest moments of my life
Eagerly awaiting the final silence
My dreams melting in my hands
Facing new predicaments
I don't know who I am
All that's been stripped by the blight
I don't where I'm going.
I just know where I am tonight.
You still think I can live happily ever after,
I just don't see how you know
I'm not well over here.
Watching you enjoy life is a torment apropos.
I can't sleep for the stress on me...
You're too far away to reach
I cry in my room, lonely, terrified...
Can you tell me where I am? I beseech
I stare into the void
And the void stares back
I've lost all hope at this lowest point
Everything is painted black
Taste the sky and join me in the wind
Come see the antonym of night…
The morning rays split the clouds apart
Come to save me from my plight
Bring some color into my life
Daylight comes after everything comes to an end
When I can't g
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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