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Date Posted: 07:30:51 09/29/04 Wed
Chutes and Ladders
Adam Cox
O! What I would give to live in a dream, without pain or sorrow, drunk with ignorance, living in the pure bliss of forgetting all and enjoying the bounds of the imagination. Sadly, dreams end. The end is always there, hanging over you like a swarm of vultures waiting for you to kneel over and die. Dreams can be nightmares,
clouding your chances of relief from this hellhole, strangling you slowly with invisible claws from Hell, rooting your feet fast to the ground while ignoring your voiceless screams of fear and despair. That is not a dreams end, only the beginning of the end. It is coming now, silent and untouchable, with no hope of escape….
It is waking up from the dream that is hope from it’s cold slap across your face, shattering your beliefs and drowning your ideas. Hearing no protests, only screaming at you with silent tongues of hate and damnation. To try, fall, and get up again only wakens its desire for you more. You stand up to your fears, but when you defy them, you create a new fear or have lost old bravery. Its when you lose everything you’ve ever worked for to have a single moment of joy, and learn all through hardships and mistakes. It is like coal, crushed by the pressure and demands of society, forms a diamond, the symbol of joy sprung from sorrow.
This is a place where all the trials and errors with the occasional flaming hoops to jump through amount to nothing, but the treasure we willingly throw away overshadow everything we do, who we are. Where the best is hidden in the worst, neither Heaven nor Hell despite our desires to make it so. It is infinite and immeasurable with walls we set, placing it next to rulers that are far too short. This is a common ground on which we are all lost on a map that we create to satisfy our doubts of true knowledge. To forget it is welcoming death, but to not also live outside it would be boring.
It is a contest with no start line, only the exit sign that is death. Its goals are undefined, with the prize of keeping it being nothing, yet it is greatly hoarded by the kings and fools of this world. Like gold, it is malleable, but not unbreakable, ready for us to shape. We have but one life in which to do all.
In the end,
It’s all we…
Hope is In Sight
Who knew that the world would become a trap of
broken promises
and forgotten hopes;
that love would no longer have
weight
for the majority of all that is left of
humanity.
At what point did
sex
become more important than making your other half feel the
ecstasy of gentle care and
tender embraces?
The empty
TV Gods
provide all the skin needed to form that very thought into the minds of
children
who can’t even tie their own shoes.
Corporate ratings
and peer pressure
have become more important than
class
to all but a few minds who end up with labels such as
loner and outcast.
Just because they don’t
fight
the same
fight
or hold fast to the path of the
lead lemming,
they are mocked and forced to live lives of
quiet desparation.
The truth hurts more than a lie but I won’t lie for the sake of
political correctness.
I have loved a
heavy load
and held my crying better half until she slept soundly. I have seen all the
ass shaking
on MTV and enough boobs to fill a strip bar in Las Vegas, but I still find myself
lacking.
I myself have felt the
rejection
of the ones that I pity and have lived without the comfort of a
friend to confide with,
all because I refuse to become another
copy of the masses.
I believe in GOD,
Jesus Christ my savior,
and in the power of lies.
I don’t believe in
second chances,
that everything is gonna be
all right
or that the best things in life are
free
because everything in life has a
price tag
of some kind. As for hope, the only hope that I have is
hope for hope
because when you are burned, you always grow a
cynic
on your shoulder. So what will you do with what I’ve shown of
my reality?
Will you judge me like every other
self-centered hypocrite
in my past and present, or will you get over the fact that you have
no control
over who I am and begin to judge the only person you truly can change:
yourself.
Can you grow up enough to see over the
boundaries
you have set for yourself? The grass is truly greener on the other side…`
Stone Face
Adam Cox
With half-truths and whole lies,
This world is more needy than greedy but ignorant of both.
Nice guys and gals are left in the cold snow and rain,
Forced to reinforce the lost art of pain.
They’re judged by jury’s without worries,
And scales tilt to guilt.
We are supposed to find relief in dope,
and hope in beliefs but neither fills a soul.
Cry stone face at the mistakes we repeat
Finding scapegoats if we cant take the heat.
Ready set go says the announcer at the race,
But the race is set of face and how much you really know.
Don’t ask questions if you don’t want a lie,
To learn you must unlearn that to live is to die.
Hope for hope without reason for hope,
And never bet on betters
(for better or for worse)
Keep,
Your head in the game.
Better to burn out than to fade away so we make it harder for those who do stay.
Cops, squares, stiffs, rats, and nosy little old ladies,
Hitmen, jerks, punks, hoes, and ass wipes all shady.
Never say never,
Nothing lasts forever,
Just go ask your old man
All laws have loopholes on how to make a stand.
Mouths full of soap,
sun sets like hope,
don’t talk to strangers.
Green means go,
Red means stop,
Listen to the listening accusing cop.
Why stone face,
Cant we do thing right?
Everything we do turns bitter outright.
Left is right right is wrong,
Ignoring stop signs,
Do not enters,
And playing on train tracks.
We only listen to sing-alongs
While we play to the bench, playing both sides,
Playing yourself into believing in free rides
And that life is supposed to be fair.
There is no such thing for even love can hurt and sting Ring-ring goes the chain we tie ourselves to who is truly free me I am free see because I am a stone face.
I watch other brothers troubles double while the guilty go free.
I see the childs dream hung by a rope and a hypocrites dream come to be.
Life’s not fair.
Suck it up.
Grow up.
Happiness and success are not the same.
I stand, hoping that we will learn from our mistakes,
as a sand castles hopes the tide wont come.
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