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Sabre the Moment I often times make myself smile,Sabre the Moment by ~edgeofwrath
Telling no one it’s all worthwhile.
Musical builds make me optimistic in my endeavors,
The way old school philosophy has a way of being clever.
A showdown, a fight, an inner confrontation,
A moment of conscious self deprivation.
There’s no master telling me where to swing,
Still I lay waste to my hate of most everything,
Because the hate won’t fix that what it creates,
You gotta harness the power of transcendental states.
Rise above the disaster like Luke’s X-Wing,
Take care of the stress like it ain’t no thing.
I’m going Jedi on this planet of self regret,
I’m g
Break Out Smoke bends and changes, much like existence.Break Out by ~edgeofwrath
Air, fire, and water share similar properties.
Nothing is consistent, but each can maintain
Balance.
Such a word, such simplistic meaning,
Yet achieving such a manner of tranquility requires so many resources.
Love is what you make, and what you feel.
If you have no timber, you can’t make fire.
However fire can occur in a million different ways.
You never know when the next spark will ignite the prairies of your mind,
And transform a hell storm of curiosity into more than lust.
Never turn down the opportunity to engulf your realizations.
Some of the best drinks are slammed down.
I'm Tired Social creatures by nature wish to be social.I'm Tired by ~edgeofwrath
But what happens when a being goes against his genetic make up?
I feel like I hate humans, or something of the sort.
I find my self picking random fights with message board members,
Over shit I don’t even really give a fuck about anymore.
Or maybe it’s because I still do care that I feel the need to defend and offend.
Have you ever sighed instead of talking?
Its like you’re breathing out any sort of sense,
And breathing in apathy.
Fatigue is one of those things I never really experienced.
Now, I wake up tired, desperate for something to grab on to.
However, I awaken to fi
Vanilla Midnight Vanilla NightVanilla Midnight by ~neo-gbuddha
My shadows play skip-scotch
on 2am Market Street and
3am sushi draws me where neon
lights and Broadway never sleep
My hand catches a turn signal,
left and into eternity, I climb
up above the twinkled twilight
and sink into peace
My feet dance patiently on
High country permafrost, seemingly
searching for 4am enlightenment
and falling 20 minuets short
My eyes capture the silver slant
of the moon. It's light like tears
pooling in the silk-screened
stunted trees and needles
My body finds some seething
crevice bubbling up from the earth
and I sit in audience of the East
to seize the last scent of Night
Isolated 
....
Goddamn it, why was that so hard? 
Sta.sh
