

Lament of the Artificial Tree For 365 days I wait, humming with anticipation and counting the moments until I am relinquished from my cell. Confounded I am for so long, left to remain unmoving in shadow until I am called upon for use. Pieces of my being lay disconnected, bound together my limbs are, and though scattered, they remain. I am left in a state of wondering perplexity. Human concepts mean nothing to me and I am left to ponder about my current manifestation. It is a fact that I, myself, was intended for more noble a reason than this. I was crafted first by machine, then byLament of the Artificial Tree


"poem "I have taken"poem "
Your truth
It seemed at
the time but
A mere fabrication Corrections to deficiency
Your words
Black nor white
Just gray
Gray all over


Misguided smile waiting in the crowed room , all to aware of you presence standing there in the back round in an almost an invisible manner , I watch you. I linger there for what seems like an eternity and finally begin to walk in your directionMisguided smile
about to say hello , you turn , and a wondrous smile dances across you face and for once stays there. So long had I wanted to see a true smile from you ,
and it was as if you were smiling for me.
Though heated joy was quickly shattered and replaced with an empty lose.
For the name that followed the smile was not my own , but the per


Friend ship Why is it when you look at me, I feel you look right through meFriend ship
You see what is expected to be seen and not the brilliances beyond the border
Conversion has long been past and one can only expect you to leave at any given moment
Irrelevancies or the lack of it, is the determination of importance’s in your eyes
I feel in your presence at times but an ignorant fool
And that even in time I will never fully get to know you
But yet there is still a friendship, a tie that I’m not even sure exists
There are thoughts moments, the times I find my self smiling because of you. &nbs
late autumn

Uranium HeartsThere's a rising smoke in the air The fire in the sky The world in the eyes of a bleeding skull These are the casualties we create An environment of thriving despair Because of a self-righteous cry And like combustion in a hull We choke during our incinerated fateUranium Hearts
So you run deep and the world runs low The reality television show in your hand A baby's life honestly has to be debated A world we donate credibility is led astray Everything's a show And the way you allow resentment to expand As the chain is continuously dissipated Compromise is one he
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