This Train Rails On – June 28th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of Broken by Seether)

This Train Rails On

This morning brings much chagrin of empty words and of unheard thoughts.That noise remains for all to hear. This noise I fear is all I hear.

From a broken night to a broken sleep to a broken day.What is broken may never be fixed.What is broken cannot be healed.Broken forever more.

The birds are chirping their uncaring songs.The cats are staring with unseeing eyes.The worms are stirring the depth of your soulless heart.

I fail to say what is clearly said.You fail to hear what you cannot hear.What is chosen to be said defines our turmoil.The allergies remain.

The subtleties of thought cannot be expressed by mere words. What is clearly thought is never fully communicated. The cycle returns to spin.

From broken hearts & wounded pride. Of broken promises & wounded soul. From crying souls this parched eye. Gone is laughter for it mocks on.

The world you see has many views. Of young and old the free and bold. The world you saw has little hope. Of care and dirt the love and hate.

The bLand play on to save our Earth.The dirt under nails.The crust under eyes.The pain of her soul supporting our masses.This world is hurt.

I searched for this-I longed for that. I wanted far more-I felt only less. I stared and stared-I fed and fed. Oh never more-This life I led.

These troubled thoughts bring about troubled parts. To play the part an actor must wear his mask. This role in life but a tree in SOULitude.

To read and read yet never learn.To learn and learn and never perform.To repeat again your undying pattern.To spin again from your control.

This train of rage.Upon a chosen rail.It’s heading clear.The destination scheduled.Off beaten trails.A peace you’ll find.To change your way.

You will scream in death as you have whispered in life.The pain you caused is the pain you’ll feel.Your pain remains unless first is healed.

Today I will not fear the fears of Life.Today I will not cry the cries of Rage.Today I will feel the feel of Love.Today I will simply Be Now

@42DeepThought

12:34 is the Time of Natural Progression – June 27th, 2009 Collected Thoughts (to the music of I Believe My Time Ain’t Long by Peter Green)

12:34 is the Time of Natural Progression

Time is fluid. I am suffering from Jet Lag of international time zones, while sitting still in a time and space of a lost and found identity

Every night the daemons rise and smell the fear of your broken heart.Every day the angels wake and taste your wounded pride.The cycle cycles

The music ends abruptly to the noise of the waves across. Of chilled air the waters breath to the sound of a constant need for comfort & aid

The children must play in their hallways of stunts.The loud burst on the wall.The spinning thump of the board.The laugh and the words remain

Black to the left of me, black to the right. White where black sound be. A silver of hope lights up my thoughts in a darkness blossomed anew

A tricky thought a yawn has brought. Of broken words over stupid words. Of sorrowed nights amidst joyous times. To push away by pulling away

The frustrated child throws an adult tantrum over spoken words never fully communicated. To say the same message again until inaction occurs

The names remain. Cycling day to day. A reminder of past failures and the diversity of thoughts. Of failed relationships never given respect

This peace I find.Hidden in your sight.So clearly visible to those who see.Yet I remain.So plain you see.Always speaking yet never heard U C

The irony you see.Is plain to see.For all can see.Who you better be.For who you are.Won’t get you far.And nobody.Will see you off to sea.arr

I fail to see what I must see.I fail to hear what I must hear.I fail to listen while you listen.We fail to comprehend and thus fail to love.

Bored of all that once was fresh.Tired now and yet refreshed.Peace and Love I seek.Tension and War my only find.To search again another day.

It would seem that even bots are in need of friends.It would seem that even now we repeat ourselves.For every commerce lives in every world.

Simple to some this Frustration from others. The larger the world the more alone you become. A fish in your bowl and a shark in your oceans.

The riddles of life.This joke your existence.Their cold world views.Your passion flowered kiss.That cat steals all.My monstrous dual nature.

@42DeepThought

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