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| My dreams taunt me
They run together with my days
And my days bleed into one another
She kissed me
Told me tomorrow we would be together
It tasted to real, it relieved to much
That wasn't a day
She follows still hanging on
Wanting to much but not enough
This isn't dream
The sun shines brighter each day
The brightness caries into my sleep
It brightens the wrong things
It gives me false hope
Makes me wonder:
Does she at all still want this
I can only be honest with my self
A huge part of me still wants it back
Left with questions not to be answered
Visions that will remain illusions
I can only wait until the day this all won't matter
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| Dear Xanga it's almost been a year since the last time I have written in you. This is a sad story and will be changing, but not tonight because I must work brunch in the a.m.  soon though, fuh shooo!
Sincerely,
~Ryan
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In the deletion of distracting light I pour my
inner most inspirations that flow forth through my minds eye recollecting the
thoughts that have been buried. My fearlessness and openness has been jumbled
in confusion drowned in the falling flames of interconnected distractions
blinding my consciousness and shrinking the tube through which my creativity
flows. In the past I have divulged too much into other peoples life’s instead
of looking in and concentrating on the gifts that God has blessed me with. I
have allowed my judgment to discredit that which I once valued with a multitude
of lacking. A cop out I have become in my own justice. There is a new stage of
life to come. A stage in which I will release my mindless junk and wind up to
pitch out that which has held me back. I’ve walked in the college life; the
norm of steps that the regulatory students make and have become covered in the
mindful disillusions that this stage in life seems to throw at you. I pause too
much and wait for the passion to fall. I wait for the creation to flow through.
I have become so numb and so deaf to my inner voice. I have scared him inside
and have lost confidence in self-credibility and allowed others opinions to
reign to secure in my mind. I do the one thing I have tried so hard to keep
from taking control of my actions. I have aloud the judgments and thoughts of
others to influence my thoughts in negative and this has caused a downright
downfall in my soul creating the opposite of personal stimulatory inspiration.
I must now train my mind to allow thought once again. I must vindicate that which
I have loved and free my self from the restrictions of this worldly structure.
I will no longer succumb to outer forces.
The ugly indulging fly creates a realm of
disability in his ability of realism and yearns for constant flowing of boggle.
A sweet sensation of usurped karma is blasting red filaments of light beams at
the navels of the serpents inside us giving way to the failure; the disregard we
allow to take prevalence. In abandonment a skyscraper of mistrust continues to
bind and grow taller and taller choking out your atmospheric motivation. With
the mighty winds of perseverance you create a retaliatory battle against the opposing
forces. They spiral together with the focused bong hits you once allowed prevalence
among your mental chemicals. The past inspiration mixed with the current
success creating a whirlwind of carnage destructing your past infinite fears. A
conjured mind melding an accomplished soul is brought together in a body of care
and love for culture. This creation embodies all that is right and just breathing
forth the life of joy and shows the world the truth that you’ve grasped so
tightly to. Can you see the visions in the refractions of light illuminating my
eyes? Can you see your beauty in the reflection of my iris? I can look through
your pain. I can listen through your bitterness to find the internal beauty
that was instilled at birth. But I can’t capture it for you. This is for you to
do. It’s your task. Dig deep. When you’ve wrapped both arms around that which
makes you a specific beauty to mankind viewing clearly the magnificence of your
very being. Never let go! Never lose focus and always be mindful of your
significance. | | |
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