Shane Engisch Poems

Even the greatest moments, calmest actions, most peaceful energy, would be unable to tear it off once it sticks
it winds you up for everything and causes one to just pace instead
Eyes get dizzy from observation of another's and can assimilate the same hold
Tension continues to escalate and bottling it up only makes the explosion imminent
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Thunder in the stomp and lightning in the palms
Heavy and dense, the collision is coming on
Strong surges coursing through as the motions expand the mass
Intimidation in the fierce force of augmentation beyond grasp
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The working man gets home at night
after working nine to nine
He's trying to make it
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Talk about the words you say you want to live by
then throw them away like a cheap toy you wanted at the time
act like you're trying to be special and tell me you want to be different
but then go right back to where you left off and watch the days fly
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I can't
regret
anything that's happening
It's all because of me
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As swift as they come our reality strikes
we try to define what is around us instead of just existing
we're always asking who made us and what goes beyond the stars
I used to question it all until I realized the truth
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I am a vessel
waiting to be filled with doubts and reason
waiting to hear the songs that wave in the atmosphere
let your influence flow so that we all can pollute our seasons
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Preheat discrete on the streets
Wavy vision at the rim off the beat
Suppression for safety of surrounding innocent feet
Boiling up against restraint's imminent defeat
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Who can mimic a mirror?
Only the shape of it can alter
Stand one in front of the other and travel to where you kneel before the throne
The only limitation ever known
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Countless dreams, vary in scenes, a fine, silver-line between memory and fantasy
Each moment manifests a different plain to rest the tail of an incomparable, natural power that distresses
Many of importance and significance to the objective and subjective mind placed within it's relevance
To the universe, death and birth, comparitive worth, is a waste in each turn of the earth
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