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Walking Past What Is Lost

Contributed by Rhino33 on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 09:22:50 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Walking Past What Is Lost
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No matter how much it hurts.
A man can never run away from his past
a man is the man he sees in the memories of pleasant days
How can one expect to grow
and move on if he's too scared to face his demons face to face?
No place to escape…

one is in one
his demons can never be misplaced We wish for happiness
but arent able to handle the painful consequences we may encounter when in search of it.
So we look harder to see past the truth and into a cloud of believable lies,
that sooths what our curiosity often finds in the shadows.
I failed in so many ways. Lost and tired, I tried,
but failed My soul crumbled under the pressure
I got lost in the depths of my anger
It put me in a trance
made the world blow up infront of me I ran from the only thing I knew in life Not even giving it a goodbye,
when I said hi courteously before
Once a man has found his reason for living
he notices the little things
they grow to be a part of him…

they always were a part of him
His eyes choose only to see beauty
Beauty is every where when sought after hard enough
He chooses only to speak truth
Cause lies can't over power what is real
He will inhale life and exhale happiness
Then recycle it over as his hate is erased
He will learn to love Cause he loves himself
He will sleep at night with no worries
Dream catchers keep out the horrible nightmares
His back will be guarded with flames for the witches and monkeys who wish to ride it
Smiling eyes rolled around to the dreams that enchant beautiful screams
Who wishes to keep him in a state of fear
The night itself is to selfish to worry about…

him Who wishes to keep him from screaming
Ears will be deafened by his glorious thrills
But a man whom has found happiness will not have it
He will know that he is in control of himself
Happiness is said to heal all wounds
Like holy water on a sinners heart
In the shadows of your heart lies the faith to help you capture it
when the opportunity presents itself
You have to ready yourself to take advantage of the opportunity
to not let it escape your grasp
With that prepare to take on the battle grounds before you
The war ends with you,
but started when hope was let down At the other end awaits what you have been running from
Time to finish the race and let life sink in
At the other end awaits what you have been searching for it was right before your eyes,
no need to the magnifying glass and fine tooth comb
Reunite with your past.
For the happiness.
For the growth.
It's my time to live

By Erik Bützin




Copyright © Rhino33 ... [ 2005-02-18 21:22:50]
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Re: Walking Past What Is Lost (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 08:42:32 PM AEST
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some of the things i noticed in this is that you rambled quite often in this even though it was storylike. you switched from telling a story to telling a message, which means that the story was basically pointless background information of how you arrived to your thoughts. some of your verses in this need some cleaning up to be somewhat more poetic, they were just statements. "Dream catchers keep out the horrible nightmares" that is just a statement, and it doesnt even look like a necessary one at that. you have a lot of verses/lines in here that i see no point in them. it just seems like they are there to progress through the story, very slowly.




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