From Here To There

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I once was born; or so I’ve been told

But you cannot convince me

You say I was there; if you say so

I have no memory, so how can that be

 

I feel that I have always been here

Though that mirror never stays the same

If I refuse to check it

Innocent and unchanged I remain

 

The fool in these eyes often seems confused

And he takes me along for the ride

I bide my time without a care

Accepting of what he decides

 

They say that one day I shall die

But you cannot convince me

Maybe this shell will fall away

But I will remain to see

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Into The Canvas

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Living on the surface is exhausting

Leaving rainbow footprints as we go

Colors fade as only memories can

Cracking paint, the canvas below

 

Some things are never changing

In dusty attics of a neon world

Yet the painter would have nothing

Behind images of lives unfurled

 

Brushstrokes mark the joy and pain

Of lives portrayed without sanity

Leaving fading footprints on a canvas

In a painting that was never reality

 

Just A Man

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He was a man

Just a man, there were many

He taught in parables, we took it literally

Ignorance is no excuse

 

For each there was a group

They were; “the chosen ones”

Each against the other

 

Killing, for the same thing

Where was the message born?

We all have our traditions

 

We are right, they are wrong

We became corporate

Hostile takeovers, war

 

Death in the name of…

We fought for a divisive cause

Unity was the true cause

 

And the Word was lost.