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For God do we all search In temple, mosque, and church Little do we know that the ego does hide That very God that lives inside We must let go of the ego If God we must find And for this, we must realize The biggest enemy is the mind But first, i
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Power is my sword. Grace is my ford. And me not be a hoard. I use to like my cable cord. Now I carve wood art. My palace is made out of form.
The sky was shining blue above, all the people one in love, it was almost as if they never heard of SELF
An empty feeling, I did it again. Ego loves the weakness, the fear of having to stay. The pull disappeared because I pushed it away. I can’t be who you want me to be. None so blind as those who won’t see,
How can Men control our bodies When They refuse to wear a condom Or Even knows how a tampon works Instead of sticking them Up your nose Why don't you educate yourself because
Why do we hold material things So close to our hearts That they get smothered in the loving Why do we need to feel special The need to be more unique than others To have others worship what we say or do
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
There was a time when these mind crimes Led to some prime rhymes With a fine line between "I'm fine" and "Am I dying?" But I could focus on the hardest parts
Instagram embodies a heart shell but negates to incarnate the beat.Rejecting its blood flow, Projecting its cell count to a matter of likes.
Dear past self, _____________1______________ I should probably let you know I sent an arrow flying into my mindHoping it'd find someone cool I could write toBut somehow, it targeted you.
I was a man of industry Wrought iron bars towards the distance Eden was promising company Reapers mowed through the gardens Heavenly light begged for shadows Peter sang out, "efficiency"
i like women’s bodies our stomachs expand with too much diet. our breasts swell with firmness and stability
America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?
"I'm fine" is a phrase that everyone knows all too well A phrase used as a mask to deceive those who were daring enough to ask "Are you okay?"
How you must know my pain. For you never care to say a word to me as many days at a time as I see you. And how you must know the truth that lies behind these eyes.
The mirror never lies,That’s down to my mind and the ear of my eyes,The scales tell me one thing, the measure another,Am I bigger than dad, or my friends, and my brother? You’re no true friend,More acquaintance of ego,When I’m up Yelling “Yes!”The
An ego is just a balloon. Inflating and deflating With every breath, someone takes
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us? We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust So that we can maintain our grassy plains, Cultivate creativity,
empathy communication compassion and love simple skills that have been slipping away ive been whisking away through the cracks in the cold stone in the vast ruins of
As I shot into eternity, "I" died. I, who is only familiar to me, obliterated and forgotten. This was it. This... was. Bright, forgiving light, showered upon my existence. Bathed in Glory, I was reborn.
Cursin' like a sailorIt's okay, right, avail herCommanding the ship so stronglyyou thought you finally had it off mebullets keep bouncing off me like a trampoline, except this one isn't so fun, you see?
Little ego for self-esteemPatience when you go off beamStubbornness when you think you are just
The most hated people I've come to know Love themselves more than they should show. The last place you'd see them is low In their own minds that is, they're really hoes. Romantic and flowery, they unfortunatly spoke
Everyone has a monster... that they hide behind their skin,Sitting and watching... just waiting in its den.Eventually the moment comes... for it to present itself,
Thunderous fortes they play.Round chords they play.
It causes fights it starts jealousy it tears up friends it cuts down dreams it makes you sad it makes you mad it makes you embarrassed If ego were no more we'd start to build each other up.
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone. Make no mistake-- I can eat what I want when I want it. I can think how I look like I go where I want. I can see whom I please, Say what I mean,
Come, Sit down and view my world Let me take you in They say my name As if it is I that should be ashamed. And yet, I win another battle
I'm hollow, never unbroken.
Notice me ticking Because I cant take every blow You so innocently throw At my ego Notice that I am struggling That I struggle To trust And open up to you.
There has always been something special about October About Halloween About the Addams Family and their sadistic values There's something about the moon at night
I am starting to worry I find myself confused these days Not quite sure when my words are real,
Look at me: You see an ordinay real person, A man of good wit and a little shy. Look within me:
a throbbing discontent, a deluted sence of hope, feeds my broke ego, a freaksh brute on dope. a limp and vile nusience, that ever haunts my bliss, a foul and criptic tourment,
The quiet silenceAs my soul remembers meAll that I became
She wanted to create herself.
People do not see what is in front of them
Get upLook in the mirror Stare for to longTell yourself your greatTell yourself your perfectTell yourself your specialNow your lateGet to school watch them admire you
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood. I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood. If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
Guilded I am Seen as superior Expectations run high So I push, and push I strive to achieve
I and Pi personify and roll the die on you and I; We think, we speak, we spin, we creak, the beat is 2-pi, you and I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I
Sometimes you have to choose what is what you looking for Not all the time you may want to get what is seen Sometimes you may think that this world we live in It’s only a part of our imagination
Roses are red and I am not a poet and I am not an artist and I’m not the glue that sticks to your shoes andYou should choose your friends more carefully and
i am disenchanted i don’t care about your world of illusions with its love that isn’t; it’s just romantic