Anthony Levitt Poems

I keep myself from the truth because its there,
I hide inside my imagination so I don't have to be aware.
My feelings they are locked and then I throw away the key...
But no matter how hard I try my life always manages to find me.
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This morning I sat upon the sand gazing at the sea...
Watching the waves as they roared, like thunder they seemed to threatened me.
I didn't move, I didn't flinch, I just sat alone.
Nothing in the world seemed to matter right now this was my moment.
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These stupid feelings I have they got to me and they alienated me far from reach until now I am no more...
I call out to myself but I hear no reply.
I must not have a image because nothing I see seems right.
Lost without a map and no compass in sight...
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I stood alone where once there was two...
My arm was empty when it should have been held by you...
They left without saying goodbye and in all my questions throughout the years I never got to find out why...
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Urban life is not so dull even though the upper-class have their shopping malls.
Sitting on an open street with nothing to cover those dirty feet.
I had a man walk on by, didn't even say hi...
and what if I had laid down to die would he just keep on walking by?
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I walked into the room and magic gave birth to my sweet Venus...
The face of an angel, the body of a god, what more could any man want?
Yet she is my forbidden treasure...
She belongs to another and no doubt in her mind, the one she is with is the one who has her heart.
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A common misunderstanding do we humans make, when asked to define the ability that comes from within...
The most common word thrown around is power, seen as strength, resilience and those who do not cower.
It is used by the church: By the 'Power' invested in me.
It is used by the laws: The 'Power' of Attorney.
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They came to battle two sides of the mind.
One side was clever and smart the other was weak and light years behind.
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde but one had no brilliance and no will to fight.
The inside of mind was their playing ground and the loser was easy to be found.
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Cant understand a single word or even a single reason,
why things that happen to me have a feeling of treason.

Betrayal at the hands of time...
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Only darkness surrounds my view, of which your same outlook is not shared...
For my view is no matter how much I draw open the curtains the room I stand within remains dark.
There is no trace of light from first awakening and none when I take first breath, and even though a slideshow appears at the end there is nothing...
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