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Collection 5

Perfect Lie

This is it

My masterpiece

Another Failure.

This is the one

The one outdoing all others

Another Failure.

I can do it this time

Another Failure.

My passion engraved in each stroke

I place all I have

And yet it still feels rough

Others say there's nothing quite like it

Their praise misplaced

Their critiquing eyes

Looking for shades of blue

While I use a differing hue

Birds should be able to fly

And spread their wings

I feel trapped while those free sing

I don't want to waste away

Each day my work feels a waste anyway

Toil and toil my days away

I break my back for my perfect creation

Each day I drift further and further

No muse to inspire

My imagination astray

I just cant seem to find the groove

That something I'm missing

If only I knew

Another work of art

This one is true

No, look there

It's crooked

I'll have to start anew

My brow burns and my back aches

My mind is tired but I cannot quit

I'll have to keep going

For that perfect fit

I work and work

And work some more

Each new failure I make

Breaks my core

I just can't see every artist feels as I do.

Another failure

Another Failure

Another...

Failure....

I lay down my tools

No energy left

Each work I made

Was my last mistake

So I drop to my knees

And with quiet plea

Why are they so perfect

And I so stupid

They were able to make unrivaled creation

So much talent and practice

I can never beat

Not even in the same league

Not even the same game

I look back to my pile

So large which grew

Back to my first work

I laughed and threw

Looking it up and down

I examined it well

Seeing all the little ways it could improve

So back into the fray

I went and searched

For each one I'd thought

Would be my master work

How much better it did look and feel

To see how far I'd come

And little my core did heal

Perhaps another go.

It's not a master piece

I should seek to find

For once it is done

There's no room left to grow

So onward I go

In my next attempt

But this time

Perfection isn't the game

Better still and still I get

In hopes I'll never reach

My master craft

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My Wish to Change

Give unto me power

Give unto me sight

Give unto me wisdom

Give unto me knowledge

Give unto me...

I sought not this power to hold

Though I face such an enemy bold

Whose ability far exceeds my own

I started from humble roots

Not quite disadvantaged

But not quite rich

Somewhere just below average

I wondered in life a simple one

For I didn't know how little I had

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It would be much later

I'd learn the truth sad

Let me not say

I was popular or smart

My academics and social life a bore

Stay home and dream of worlds far

In my mind

I'd wander and roam

With odd situations

That would never unfold

I kept to myself

And made myself a fool

Fate had other designs

I'd soon find out

My rocky start

Advantages did impart

In my imaginative world

I fought and grew

This did give me a mind

Flexible but skewed

Into life I stumbled blind

Creating my own problems

Of every kind

The world so different

Than I'd imagined it to be

Filled with even less people

Truly kind to me

So hard lessons I did learn

From those called my betters

And a flexible way of thinking

Would change my caring matters

While they sought power

To dominate the weak

To protect them

Is what I seek

While they took sight

Trying to keep all blind

I wish to cast

That ugly thought aside

While they warped the wisdom before

Thinking minds and rationale I hope to restore

While they wish to restrict knowledge from the people

Like a Shepherd I choose to guide the feeble

I walk now on my own path

That no other can tread

I am different than before

Which is easy said

I embrace myself as I am

And seek to bring out the best parts of me

So give unto me all that I need

To fulfill this role and nurture my seed

Let me grow and be a man much more

Than that little boy I was before

The world I see so different than they

So that the wicked to ruin I may lay

Give unto me the strength

To change this terrible world

Give them a way this earth

To reshape and mold.

I'll take now what fate has deemed me give

I do the best I can with this life I live.

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Celebrate

This is one victory, sure

But be not hasty in cheer

Lest ye be sore

There are many steps left to take

So be not drunken for your own sake

Take a drink and relax a little

But let the wine sit and settle

We can't claim victory

Before our goal

This first one was

But a minor toil

The drop we got

On this unsuspecting fool

Even with our advantage

We have only one tool

We must stay ready

As tomorrow is born

If we are so

Then it shall not be us

But they who mourn

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Beating Heart

Fire burning in my chest

Boom Boom

My veins flood to bursting

Boom Boom

Ears ringing

Sweat dripping

Boom Boom

Our lips touch

Our bodies collide

Boom Boom

Our souls converge

My heart aches

Boom Boom

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Kings Honor

His army did rise at the proposition

"You want her back? Come get her."

They chanted and cheered

As they marched to die

For their beloved queen

"I would send all these men to die for her

But not until after I die first."

So on they did go

Into the war-torn land

One goal in mind

One woman to find.

They slammed against the walls

As a tide on shore

Through the broken gates

That flood did pour

They reclaimed the queen

And she did mourn

For all the men lost

Ragged and worn.

Then back to their country

They did return the queen

Who cried for her husband

The Martyred King

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Our Garden

Take my hand in yours

As life guides us

Through it's thorny grove

How each prick makes us bleed

With every flower

To which the path does lead

The winding and weaving

As we try to stay on the stones

But life's plan is to take us another way

Down the untended trail

Riddled with weeds

At least we walk together

Through all the troubles

That on us are heaped

So long as I have you here

I'll continue to eat

The bitter herbs that life does feed

If you should ever have to leave

That angelic calling of death you must head

I'll toil and clean all I can

So when I finally receive my call,

I'll have collected

To bring along for our garden

Only our favorite seeds