The World Less Traveled.The winding paths of wooded green,The World Less Traveled.
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the great mountains of purple and white,
the great wilds of the unknown
that cause in man great terror and fright.
The labyrinths of conscious thought,
the depths that plunge into insanity,
the very things that frighten man
while existing within the bounds of vanity.
The great search for the economic dream,
the efforts to gain great livelihood,
the acts of man that one must take
to retain the path to adulthood.
All these things and more to find,
though fear and will may truly bind,
is what humanity strives to achieve
but is yet impossible without belief.
So to dig the depths of the conscious mind
or search the heart and body for life,
no joy can be found without knowing first
sadness, anger, hatred or strife
Ghosts Of The DreamscapeA haunting dream assaults me,Ghosts Of The Dreamscape
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leaving me open and vulnerable.
A god allows such things to happen;
how is he so venerable?
In a world of ranging colours,
rainbow to monochrome,
a place that the
comatose now call home,
a place that insomniacs
never truly know
My heart is corrupted
by love of the past,
a love that clearly
was not meant to last.
I try to persevere
and try to move on
but the ghosts of my past
will never be gone.
I suffer in my own world,
those who will never know
just live their lives oblivious
to the pain that never shows.
The meadows of green,
tarred black in sin,
match the trees of the forest,
where demons hide within.
The darkness that spreads
like a virulent plague
invades that peaceful meadow,
the animals made into slaves.
Their slavery is in the corruption,
the eternal struggle to restore
the balance and equilibrium,
only to increase the delirium.
My heart needs saving,
a daring rescue,
because my soul is shaking
and all my senses are askew.