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Butterfly birthed: pain A pheonix, reborn again Woman, God's Opus Butterfly birthed: pain To wake the morning Is like calling to the wind Who comes when she wants Of pain you are born In struggle made beautiful Cocoons, butterflies Our likemindedness Or what would appear to bond Is our rise from pain Cancerous, the leach Not what's taken physically But rather from heart Confusion, struggle These things make us who we are And we recreate A pheonix, reborn again Stand at the summit Look for opp...

How many times does a raindrop fall? Strike the earth or sea, swept back up like a spirit in rapture and then come crashing down again. I've heard the answer but I don't know. how many times is it swallowed up by a man or beast? only to know that some day it will be back in the sky ready to fall again but that those things will already be in the ground feeding the worms and the trees, who also beg for a drink. I've heard the answer but I don't know. How many times does each living heart beat ...

I've heard it said that life's a game and to an extent it's true enough I suppose. But if life is a game then let me propose that life is a game of wars. I like to see games though out, leaving little to chance, but enough luck to know that opposition exists. If life is a game then it'd be nothing like the game they call life, where it's as easily rewarded to simply make it to the end and die in mediocrity as it is to achieve something worth achieving. Life would be nothing like monopoly, whe...

Commuter. One cell in a system of intricate, intertwining interstates. Point a to Point b. We're pushing ourselves deeper into apathetic mediocrity, can't you see? I change lanes, looking to pass. I change lanes, looking to surpass. I change lanes, looking to express My need to get out of this routine, this asphalt rut that leads me From point a to point b, in frustration leading me always back to mediocrity. But each time I change lanes, someone hits the brakes As if they'd meant to say "why...

"In legend I am a sadistic, slashing, swashbuckling despot who waged war in the guise of sport." Said Ty Cobb. And legends always outlive the truth in our heads and our hearts, say I. I don't think it changes a thing... I want to be like Ty Cobb, because man was he ever good. I want to slide into second with the grace of a God and do it so many times that people's heads will spin with Deja Vu for years to come; I want people to know that I'm the best. And each time I do it I want take off my ...