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sometimes you need to
________________ignore
_______________________that voice in your head,
_________and start
listening
_________________to the voices that are important...
________________________you cant always
________________follow
your heart,
__________or your gut,
_____but mostly follow
logic,
___________________with a combination of the two...
when__something__better___comes__up_in_life,
____you_______just____gotta____pick__it_up
_and___run_with____it...

Open the Door

You�re walking to your bed and you can�t help but to crawl
Those weapons attached to the sides of your shoulders weigh more than the weight it can hold
Thinking you can just dream right where you are, where nothing can harm you at all
Stranded, staring at your ceiling wall given the gift to grow old.

His world
Is now our heaven, our dream,
Our imaginations reach for understanding for something so simple
Where we look to the sky, and when God doesn�t answer us we ask why?
The now unadorned question of life leaves us in a rut of death
Where can our closure be kept?
Step by step we keep walking to our dreams
Weight by weight they keep bringing us to our knees
We can awake as if we had never slept

It is destined for all living things to come to an end
But when the destiny lay in our hands, we continue to ignore our fate
The past becomes stone, in history to be read
Our future is unwritten, a conduit that can be lead
Open the Door and tell me what you see
On the floor of the bedroom with your son lying in a heap?
Maybe the new found grave of your little girl�s safety
Still among the permanent past, under your bed breaths �catastrophe�

Funny how we cry for our loved ones, feeling we should have tears to borrow
The whole time blinded,
Realizing there�s no need for sorrow
Contentment can be our new displeasure
As long as space is as far as we can measure
Our comfort in this world has been shaken
Friend and family has unexpectedly been taken
Our emotion and passion are nothing short of endless
Yet the continuation of these visible patterns leaves me breathless

Careless attitudes shouldn�t drive the minds of the guilty,
Bleeding out from stain free hearts.
Look to the good in life for fact, behind every ideal there contains a reality.
Our honesty and truth can remain intact, the growing character becoming our identity.
It�s within ourselves we realize our being, our natural integrity trouncing our hate.
Far beyond what the eyes are seeing, fully unaware of humanity�s fate.
Take what wits we�re given, write our chapters in stone.
Ride not down the road ridden, but make our own alone.
See the choices being made, and clear your mind of doubt.
Think not of your shadow�s shade, but the sight your eyes set out.

Writen by James D.