--Compose--

12 years since this one was written!

 

Compose my silent moments,

Try to fill them with reassurance,

When thinking becomes something grander,

A thought invoking process,

That unravels another mystery.

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So clear the pictures,

So faded too,

You toss me around,

You force me to choose.

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Inspire the fire,

To ignite,

Delay the reactions,

That forces me into my night.

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I simply know, to contemplate,

The starlight feelings,

I try to recreate,

The action brought forth,

The dismal webs in my head.

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Cleansing the valley,

My old hallways,

My antiques,

May require a little dusting,

Stored away,

In the infinite doors,

To initiate them,

To open up again,

My own cold war.

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Inflicting my current situation,

I portray a notion,

Revealing my mime,

My quiet self,

Dazed in the current,

Flowing out into the ocean.

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Impatient my calculations,

Reliving the constant pain,

I revise a plan,

To achieve the upper hand.

To distribute my relics,

My splendid ideals,

In fact my fiction,

Never seemed so real.

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You are always dictating,

With your shattered insinuating,

That I'm less than perfect,

Hey at least you’re right,

But less than you,

Now that's your first mistake tonight.

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Resolutions on my new year’s eve,

I wonder about the time I fled,

From your agonizing torture,

That you’re sprayed in words,

Stabbing so viciously,

Into my echoing ears,

So that was what I said,

I didn't want to hear you.

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So I closed the door,

To my make shift mind,

Rigged it for a better purpose,

And left you out this time,

So that I could clean the attic,

My old rusty gates,

And no more I had to think about you,

I wish I wouldn't have waited so late.

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So now I'm floating free,

and I'm plunging fast,

I don't care if you try to catch me,

I'm safe at last.

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~EnD~

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Myth-of-illusion (c) 1999