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raithe's Journal
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The Human Condition
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February 02, 2008, 01:41:am
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We produce
a synthetic emotion.
Im trying to reduce promises set in motion
that you dont have to commit...
Some lies so sweet
that we feed them to ourselves.
delicately digested
and desperately held.
The conflict inside
of truth and false
plays out in your eyes
as violent as hell.
will you choose a side?
only time will tell...
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Wonder-war
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February 02, 2008, 01:39:am
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sympathetically apathetic
standing by in the corners
following along
not knowing the words
but in love with the song.
Whistle the anthem
of their dying breaths
the song that's carved in their graves.
Pouring souls down the drain...
the glorious waste!
will you throw yours away?
they say you dont need it...
what will you ever accomplish?
what will you ever do?
its for the best...
that's what they say.
but with each and every day
i will show you what i will fucking do.
Mood: ready to vote
Music: the kidneythieves - zerospace
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another nameless creation
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January 09, 2008, 04:01:pm
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poetry and lyrics
stories and tales
fancy in which i drown
my escape from the waking world.
words with special meanings
some with none at all.
casually thrown around
their essence spills
they mean what you wish
and in that puddle i play.
You read my lines
what does it mean?
i dont know...DO YOU?
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January 05, 2008, 08:57:pm
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beneath the soft candle's glow
my words flutter, fall like snow.
paper winter
bound and sold.
the highest bidder
stooped and old.
The snow that slows
the gentle draining
your light and life
are slowly failing.
Once upon a time we see
when the veil is parted
you sleep and scream.
Farther along the conflict born
that which you've weathered
has left you worn.
Now seek the shelter of snow and ice
where beneath the paper
the words entice.
Mood: tired of painting
Music: breaking benjamin
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Dreamspeak
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December 28, 2007, 08:33:pm
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Broken in pictures
but lyrically inspiring!
What else can you show me?
Im on a search for a vision that any drug can give
but that is done too simply.
A night by the river to awaken inner voices
but heedless of the words they speak.
A time thats ripped, thoroughly en-poisoned
and secretly it weeps.
The more you give to dreaming
the more it can return.
My imagination wanders
but finally it burns.
This candle of the gods
which was hidden until now;
illuminates the story...
and it's lyrically profound.
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