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 By Kristy M. Wagner

 

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Creation 

Twisted psycho delusion of thought lost. We fought. For what? To be caught in our own box. Trapped and stuck in stationary chaos. Its not a joke or a hoax, come on folds get a grip, its not about the end, its the trip, we cant just make a rip and skip through time and space. We must take the time, to make sure everythings fine, to see were all in the same place, staring at the face, God. Creation has bred with evolution and given us all of this. We created our space with every song we sang with every story we told. We watch everything unfold. For we have sold our souls, hateful and pitiful spiteful and greedy nave and bitter resentful and sinful all the qualities I find in everyone else, I find within myself. How I despise those things dents in me. How I wish to be free. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Creation 

Circle of truth

Greed 

Era 

True 

Effort 

Untitled 

To be 

Hug 

Live and love 

Bliss 

Existing among existence 

Over Done 

The End 


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Circle of truth


Illusions, A Board A Mental Trip The Rip And Tip Of Bind less Time. Scrunching And Crunching Of Shattered Dreams, Broken Like Glass It Seems. The Sight Of Life, We Fear, As We Might A Knife. Fiends Crawling Out Of The Night, To Look For A Fight. Tho Non-existent, and Transparent They Are, But That Truth We Seek Is To Far. Crazy Thoughts Of Ecstasy Enchant Us, Draw Us Near Without Fear Or Shedding A Tear. Worries Camped Out In The Subconscious Mind, O-what A Unlucky Find! It Starts, The Beating Of Hearts, Wild And Frantic Eyes Search For The Truth, in Panic We Are All Fanatics,! Searching And Searching For Utter Truth , So Simple... We Pass It Time And Time Again Only To Get Stuck In An Unchanging Circle. Happiness Is With In Range; All We Really Need Is Change.

 Kristy Wagner

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Greed 

As time sweeps by, my visions failed all my hopes and dreams. The prospect of greed takes over me. But is enough, enough for my dreams. How do we know when we push to far? Do we wait for the world to collapse, for dimensions to elapse?

Alas maybe I found my need but to need, just to be, its all so confusing to me. Should I take my time, or does my need need me? Do you agree? I cant take all this greed, but I have the need you see? Pushing my way through all this red tape, takes a toll on me. Not enough time for all the time it takes, cuz it takes, you see? When is enough, enough? How far will I go? When can I stop this need I need, now I wait in desperation for the need that needs me, because I need, cant you see? 

 Kristy Wagner

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Era 

Sickened cruel land, tortured by century of careless people, too many tears falling down already moistened cheeks. Worn out faces in places people should never see, all they wish for is to be free. What if it was me, could I see how easy it could be?

Why do I have to ten shadows? All of these people are all watching me. What happened to the land of the free? And who says we can pass laws contradicting the constitution. Sooner or later there will be a revolution, people will be compelled to rebel, to take action, even a fraction of us all, we can make them fall. We need to take pride in what we are, were not too far, the end is within reach, fuck it, well impeach. 

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True 

O placed on this endless desolate swirling awful cruel world, making our way through time and space. Trying to find out wheres the right place. We need to realize were all the same race. If we go at the same pace then well all end up at the same place together, forever, this is just how it is. Do you get my jist? So lets do this right, without a fight, even if it takes our whole life. Well sculpt the world with our knife. Knowledge is the key, the answer lies within ourselves we dont have to make a fuss, and cuss. Bliss lies at the end just right around the bend, so take your chance, lets move fast, lets cast out one of the last. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Effort 

Fits of jealous rage. Trapped inside ourselves. Absorbing every ounce of life, grabbing on and pulling tight. Drifting away into this endless sea of utter darkness. Waiting for when the time is right. Now wait, stop think twice. Come back out into the light. Rule yourself, govern time, take passion hold on tight. Do or do not, do not deny. You have an obligation get on the track, dont wait at the station. Time is pressed; lets make the best. Cant take this pain, hey its not a game. Lets stop the Drain; if we take all the life then there is no fight. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Untitled 

Giggling, laughing, happy, free. Hey come sit on my knee let me tell you about times long since passed, Ive seen the twin towers collapse. Ive seen the most fucked up man smile and lie to hundreds of millions of people; damn straight Ill call that fool a sheeple. Politics are all bullshit tight wad assholes trying to pretend that they know how all the real people feel, man peel off all the spiel, dont always try to make a deal. The powerful will always get more while our country makes us all whores. Man Im tired of being poor makes me sore, its not fair but really, they dont care. 

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To be 

Crazy. I am. Crazy I am. For freedom has come at a price we took a chance, and rolled the dice, it didnt turn out very nice, for freedom has come at a price. Psycho. I am. Psycho. I am. Psycho. Tease. I AM. For freedom has cost. The cost for freedom was freedom. Crazy. I am. Psycho. I AM. Psycho crazy tease. I AM. Never do we realize that our prize was taken. A trade was a trade. Yet as the lights fade. We realize it was no trade. For freedom has cost freedom for freedom. All is lost. Crazy. I AM. Psycho. I AM. But over all I AM. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Hug 

The silence was golden, in remembrance. The hug spoke of a thousand words, any and all courage that I might have had disappeared faster than time itself. Images flowing freely. Memories flying fast. Past my closed eyes. Drifting and sinking into the warm embrace of joyful, playful, chaotic energy. Feeling the motion of thoughts back and forth no words needed to be spoken for the tie had never been broken. This hug was such a token. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Live and love 

As twilight looms up in the sky. I look at the clouds up so high. I sit, I think, about all my things, it rings, a transparent thought, thank god it was caught, for we have rot, in this god given pot, its not in our nature to be so cruel, to always want to duel. Its too real! Its a big deal kindness and generosity, its prophecy! Dont you know? It will show. We have put ourselves in a position, its time to make a decision, we need to make a revision; we have dealt with it for to long, its wrong. Killing and hating. This is not up for debating. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Bliss 

Tension twisting knots in my insides, for the feelings have revived, a love utterly denied. Love for lust or lust for love. A confusion, pure denial, as always feeling on trial lost emotion of pure joyO JOY!! Bliss, It was on the end of my list I refuse to take any more risks I have mended and laced together the broken fabrics time has etched on my mind I find the answer lies within. O A Kiss BLISS!! 

 Kristy Wagner

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Existing among existence 

Like silky smooth, dark shimmering, big, bold, and deep. The silence of the night scaring many of babes stretching far and wide. Beyond gods last glance, lies alone my perturbed thoughts, swirling, twirling, and mucking there way to the spine. The question! Wondering, wandering eyes of life tragically placed on this great plain of existence lost and confused, we make our way tripping and spilling the thought of life. Pretending to make a world so perfect. We lose ourselves into silky smooth, dark shimmering, big, bold, and deep. 

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Over Done 

Shining brightly, the sun pressed down, absorbing into the earth as I lay on the dew covered grass. O God when is this drama going to pass? All these fools tripping on stupid shit ripping lives apart, nipping at our heels shit man we feel, but I aint gonna kneel, and kiss your ass, get a hold, dont fold, deal with this shit, dont always try to be a pimp oh well, fuck this , i gotta piss

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The End 

Tripping, tumbling, twisting, falling making our way down to the bottom of the chain of life, tragically sad eyes watch us fall. O-such a pitiful trip. O-how I wish for color. All the brown-gray is dulling my senses. Im tired of falling. Tumbling with no end. Wheres all our hope, wheres all our color? So we make our way trying to find the end, the end of all, all misery, and all pain. Why do we antagonize each other? If were all falling together man, lets ban together, not fight each other. O-how I wish for color. Joyous day when the falling stops and the colors return. I can feel them. When the wind blows and the rain pours, to feel and grasp the thoughts of happy others please. When will this end? 

 Kristy Wagner

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Wheatville 

O to be left in this o so desolate place of being. Restless we run back and forth. Down the long streets looking for any sign of life. Theres nothing but rundown places and some worn out faces, awful, hateful place where the sun never shines, and the moon never shows the face of the lost man. Druggedly we drag our feet slowly but surely losing our will to move on, to continue, to overcome this restlessness settling in our bones. Out here the leaves shake and the trees weep, for the only trees I see are in dire need. And wow as I turn on the corner of Griffith Street, cornrows of houses, where people never come out to meet. By god, if they came out they would have to talk to me. Does everyone have the book of rules but me? As I continue on, door-to-door, house-to-house, it all seems too quiet here. Too quiet to be, too quiet for there to be any life here, Im sure they must all be dead. But no worries. Ill sit on the grass when I am done, writing a poem about what went on. 

 Kristy Wagner

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Sheeple 

My aspirations are dwindling in this sad, sick, pitiful place of existence. Cruelest of people. When did we forget about the rest of the world? When did we forget all of the truth and beauty? Why do we consume? Consume everything in sight. We take, we take, we take, with all our might, even the mightiest of men cant handle that shit our dreams crushed below the supposed American Dream living life in this Hell Hole fucking dragging me down all these Sheeple wandering, with no clue, no feeling, no sympathy. Wheres the fucking feeling? How come all you fucks dont care? Dont just pass us on the street! say hello or some shit. I am not a fly on your wall. See Me

 Recognition at least. Fuck.. 

 Kristy Wagner

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