Can You Blame Me?

Seems like those who have the best clear sight are those ignorant and blissful and calm.

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The soul and mind road's.

Or shall i stay in the bliss of ingorance and have my soul never change.

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Art

A competition, a battle colourless world armed with a mere pad in hand bringing fortune back from grey love of bonds a fantasy conveyed on paper a revelation of knowledge artists countless and vast bound to choice misfortune or bliss

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Spinning

I've made the summit in a moment's instant, the universe folds the energy explodes sublime reality all around inside me no one sees my spirit ease my body wakes up i don't want to interrupt i don't want to miss the everlasting bliss

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Anxious: a poem

Anxious before success, before bliss, before a job well done. it is there. before the verdict, before the letter, before the phone call it is there. everyone has felt it's hands, wrapping around your neck.

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Hard To Love

One just smiled and complied with "no" "then how do i know where i'm to go" "it does not matter where you go i'll be with you that's all i know" the young man smiled ridding his fear and cleared his face of many tears he gave a kiss of utter bliss

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Mail Order Snacks

He was nearly whimpering in bliss from the taste, and yet he couldn't even fathom words to describe the flavor.

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Sacred Chapter 6: Welcome to the Jungle

And then there was only bliss. roy opened his eyes slowly, as if waking from a dream. he was still in the jungle, but it felt different now. like his surroundings were completely in tune with his own mind and will.

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If Only By Moonlight

Could we watch the stars and feel the bliss of our sweet, sincere moonlit kiss. but what should happen if the moon went dark and no one heard songs of the lark. if i were troubled, would you aid me? if i were hurt, would you comfort me?

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Love of the Wolf

bliss floods my heart before it turns to salt as i realize you have to part. i cannot say it was anyone's fault, it was a cycle from the very start. but that won't ease the burden of my soul, as i am sisyphus, up there's my goal.

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Memories

Efforts just weren't good enough but whatever happens happens that's life things happen whether good or bad joyous or sad the memories will stay and we shall live on helpless a constant haunt and bliss

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With in the broken heart:Poem

bliss full winds to flow right by. revealing a light that left me blind. why oh why i cry again. perhaps this was my end. then the sound came again soft and light. a memory gone by. bringing a silver of hope once agian.

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