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The Brain Developed Through Misery


What I have concurred over the years of my life,
That I have reached for a higher being of light.
And when I have fallen short,
I cry this cry of some sort.
Was it a cry of grief or torment?
Or was it my brains, mindless moments?

But I know now that,
Where once sat,
Pain,
There now is wisdom,
And I find freedom,
Through the Rain.

And I read beyond what’s capable of life,
What do I have to express, through these years of strife,
And this pain is mislead, never ask me why,
Because you know my answer is to cry.

And through what we learn over the years,
We never gain unless told by fears,
And I know that Pain shall teach us all,
That it’s not such a long fall,
And tears are our liberation,
If we had an eye for dedication.
Oh Third Eye blindly sitting behind the skin,
We know your there hiding within.
Cry for me and let loose those tears,
Teach us through the water of life and through our fears.

What I have been taught, it vanished and never stayed,
But the teachings through pain have never swayed,
And I know the restless tomb, in which it all sleeps within you,
Shan’t not be awoken without a knock from grace’s two.

Why do we gain from needle’s pain?
Self inflicted tears, and rain?
Hardly anything we can gain,
From hurting ourselves in vain.

Every fear has its purpose in here,
You have already found your life’s cure.
Every bleeding cut from the skin,
Awoken a little bit of light from within.
Help escape that self induced nightmare,
With Pain’s healthy care.

Depression is but an excuse,
By those made up by fake muse.
Cleary can’t you see, Third Eye?
That humans can’t carry the divine.
We can’t even express through death,
Yet we cry none the less.

And we try to pull from angels so high,
But we at first must learn to thoughtfully cry.

We can not learn through one another,
We all learn, all together.

We learn from hurt we feel when death is let loose upon a love,
And we, emotional cultists, dine on the crying dove.
And as I pen this thought provoked lesson,
I, myself, must also listen.

At the age at which I seek true happiness,
Shan’t not be given if I cannot dine on this.
If I cannot, at which long length, understand these verses which I write,
Then I shall willingly give up my life.

Let not my tears fall blindly,
Let not, myself, fall into fantasy.

Pulled right in half by two,
With the third only seeing a few,
And rest my body in my fathom’s dieing wish,
That tears will fall when humanity will kiss.


September 24, 2006

I let the darkness
eclipse my heart
so I no longer
feel the pain
I've wrought.

Someone should post something new..

Cuts
Yes! the pain
Cuts
Come again
Cuts
Make it rain

Raining again
I'm broken hearted
Raining again
Drip, drip, drip
Like my tears
Raining again

Rain, drip drip
Rip rip goes my heart
Rip rip the lovers apart
Rip rip all your dreams and aspirations
Rip rip the little girls soul

Limbs are growing weak
Like root they long to stay
Months afraid to speak
Against the moonlight's disarray

Bells begin to sleep
Follow me, Follow me
Reaper's toll to reap
Following, following

Take me down
Take me down
Roots are stealing vigorously
Stealing the ground, furious

Go

The Reaper weeps Indigo
Roots begging him to let you go
My roots are slowly coming home
Carry yourself, no, I'll carry you alone

Alone

I long for you
A soft touch to keep me warm
for I am enveloped in a blue
a cold, that leaves me defenseless to harm

The Reaper weeps for you, you know
His eyes ry blue, with icy cruelty
His cry out in Indigo
Why did you, why did you

Go

Your eyes tell a story
Of truth and pain, and you
The Reaper weeps in Indigo
contemplation to let you go.