

The StrangerOur lives became connected, if by chance Youd later show me how I was to grow This meeting was much more than happenstance A lot has happened since three years agoThe Stranger
Youre distant, cold; youre not that cheery guy You say youre fine, but I know otherwise Theres burning anger deep within your soul This bitterness radiates in your eyes
So how can I just sit and act alright? I cant, I want to know whats going on I thought that friendships bounds were not finite This melancholy needs to end anon
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The Meaning of LifeI sat back I relaxed With a cigarette in hand Stylus in the other, trying to understand How can one mans life be plagued by so much deceit? How can one man be betrayed by everyone he meets? How can one mans life be such a tumultuous mess? The fact that I can trust no one is what I must address Slipping back into the recesses of my mind I encountered many questions; but answers I couldnt find Is it possible that Ive been living life all wrong? Can one nice guy in society truly belong? Can one act of random kindness truly save mankind? I want tThe Meaning of Life


PauseFor thirteen conquered weeks, we dreamt awake, Endeavored to deface the constant clock, The lifeless pulse a habit we could break If time would cease to pass from tick to tock. And so it did. The moon forgot to wane; The winter winds, as well, forgot to blow. The snow forgot to melt; the autumn rain Forgot to tumble. Kids forgot to grow. While Monday's rush forgot to start the week, Our tangled words forgot to fail because, By some mistake, we both forgot to speak. Indeed, the world forgot it ever was. An Eden outside time, by our decree-- PerfPause


SanctuaryWhen winter comes to town, we'll improvise, Pretend the garden didn't wither so; We'll find some sapling evergreens to prize, Transplant them to a field, and watch them grow. Those angels landing flake by crystal flake Won't land because they've fallen, we'll pretend, They'll be instead, for our pretense's sake, The heavens holding still while we ascend. We'll build a fence to bind these cherubs in; They'll keep our evergreens forever white, And, save for any heated human sin, Remain on all they touch from night to night. We'll sit there, you and I, till frost abates, &nbSanctuary
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