Abraham John Jaggernauth

Searching amidst, the sea of depths
The waves are crashing, under-swept
For today, another one has gone
Under, under, asunder beyond
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'Fading Grey; what I thought would last has faded away. The last of what remains is but grey and fading. Stale, Waste, Disdain is all that remains. I can't remain with this in Me, I can't stay this way; 'Get Away! '. My hate rages for a Final Wave, of this disgrace to dissipate, and fade; Fade Away! '


4/14/15
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Cascading dreams float across your mind like lazy clouds making haste.
A heart's life worn and waned, but never a waste.
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The greatest delight, my heart's a'light.
That shine and shine, and makes more bright.
Beautiful bright and brightly nice,
This light that shines, brightens my night.
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Take Me aside and show Me your life?
This life that's alive and not a lie;
Will you show Me the life inside.
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When you're past the point of no return, the feelings can be somewhat alone.
Alone by yourself, is all you can hear; thoughts that speak louder than everything else.
Why alone, when the no return should be good and not bad; that's how I feel, why this way.
I venture to understand the confusion of this, but nothing comes just same feelings a'miss.
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'Sailing past the shore of regret, I'm met with waves of forgiveness in set.
To see them come bow before, this boat of love and move me more.
To this way and that, forgiveness can be tough like a ring-side match,
But once aligned and set in mind, the oars do the working and the waves behind.
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There's only so much one can take before they break.
Sometimes a crack, sometimes, just the whole thing's collapsed.
This thing that's within; why does it make me feel like this.
This struggle to claim what is mine, while all along in vain.
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This mess inside that burns my life, that makes me run and want to hide.
But I can't hide, no I won't lie; I will stay here, I will reside.
This thing won't die, this thing steals life; this thing I hate and will sacrifice.
I need new life, not the same old lie; I need new life, to make me right.
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As you pour your life, none knows that it's only going to be just another try.
Having failed a million times and yet it's the same old game; give and always take, but never give back and never repay.
It all stays the same, but now I recognize there is something developing.
What is it, what is this thing; this thing that removes the ungodly sting of things that bring back pain from within.
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The last ounce is the greatest and best, the sweetest of nectar, and the strongest of sweat.
This is the break a'neck test, to the last drop of your best; to pour out more and never end.
On and on it goes, but you can't stop, you can't let go.
This is war, to conquer you fears and command your days; no this is not the same, this fight is for the greatest thing.
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This is the time that starts again; the same reason, something has end.
To start again and begin again, to start anew and finish it then.
This is a beginning, when everything is over; the only thing left is deciding where to go over.
To this or to that, or to that then another; when you beginning the possibilities are forever.
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The one that stands alone, stands aside
To see the others a' passing by.

To notice the glare off their stares
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Cordial appearances seemed to stay, but lies and deceit make their way.
Fleet between the makers net, these fish swim away and stay in set.
As sneaky as they come, as sneaky as they go.
But don't be mistaken, everyone knows.
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Talk to me he cries, talk to me it cries,
Looking up at him, he looking down at it.

He asking it for a word, it beckoning him on,
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Beneath, beneath, the inner depths; lies One, whose heart is swept.
To fade beneath and make a way, He enters inside and makes His stay.
To bane His stay, to pain Him away; to make Him a prisoner at bay.
To waste His say, and leave Him stray; to deny the One inlay.
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-Crimson Blue-
Color the sky Red and let's paint it over together Blue!
For this is not a Fantasy but Reality too!
Looking into the Future from a Past not Known or (K) new!
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This greeting, this meeting; leave space for our seating.
This only comes once in a lifetime, like the Superbowl on a Sunday evening.
Meet the needs, and make room for me; salutations, please.
This theme grieves pardons and reprieves; like the last one, only manners make for the appeased.
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Just this one time, the light is upon our lime.
This is our time, the lights, the camera, the life.
This time, we make our life, we make lights.
We shine, and this night is our time.
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The gleeful ties that bind our lives,
Binds us more than happenings inside.
Ties our lives and binds our time,
With timeless nights beyond our eyes.
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