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Truth believing, Im here receiving, I pray this, Feeling of hopeless fleating, starts retreating, To my self stop deceiving, My life dedicated to removing the old ways, Changing how things stay the same, Busting shackles removing chains, I am the key, Given unto me abilities, To open the nexus of realities, Slaves no more we are foes, To masters in a stronghold, Of a system crushing souls, Cutting power supplies, To the broadcast of lies, Removing the cages from the masses minds, I shall see a new awakening, Earths crust is quaking, The truth is breaking, From the depths, Rising with gasps of breath, Returning from its death, As I see

I watched you, As I beat two, Ive seen the things you do, You can no longer hold back that you think these lies are the truth, Told so many times you forgot even about who, I have seen the true truths that history has hidden, With my minds eye i've seen the division, Caused by the lies interjected by religions, I will not be controlled, And you cannot own him, Powerful like Odin, I will push back until I beat, You soulless Golems! James M. Warren 4/11/14 1408

The tragedy of realism is I was left with nothing, But yet I was left with so much. I deeply felt empty as if a piece of me had been stolen. Left missing this void, woefully filling every corner, every inch of my existence. My being, that of nothingness. ~James Warren

Revival In the darkness, At the depths, Where my ship sank, Where it rests, In a Hell of hatred, In my prison cell, I created, The place I met my death, This touch awakened, Delivering breath, The Amber hues, Of your hand reaching for mine, The glowing of gold highlights, Shimmering like heavenly sights, Alive, Revived, Love of life. Written by James M. Warren 2/8/14 1653

Demons are us, We torture ourselves, Hell is within, Not somewhere else. James Warren

I try to quell my demons of fear, That scare me away from you, But they know just where to touch to reappear, And remind me of truth, I hate to love, Because pain seems to be what's brought, I prayed to all the Gods above, But I can't stop my thoughts, I fear getting close, Because I know there is a time it could end, I fear loving you, Because I know someone new could cause you to begin, To see me with dispassion, And leave me for them, I desire to know im the only basket, To feel that in my soul, But history has taught me it can't last, And now the demons take control, How do I silence them, When you seem to keep them in check, Their v

What could never be. I never believed in a miracle, Or that it could come to somone so terrible, Never thought my prayers were heard, Or the constant meditation worked, But out of no where, In a place for which I had no care, Out of the billions of people on earth, You appeared and stopped my self inflicted hurt, I love you, And all the things you do. Written by James Warren 1136 1/5/14

I've worn the year, Through triumphs and tears, While conquering fears, I wore the year under my sleeves, Through scars that no longer bleed, Hidden from the people I meet, I wore this year deep inside myself, With ups and downs in my health, Hidden away my heart was shelved, I've worn this year in the age in my face, The the color that the grey replaced, And the hate that filled this place, I wore this year alone like I disappeared, Didnt think this would be here, Yet at the end you appeared. I end this year without fear, Because I know at the start of the next you will be here! James M. Warren 12/30/13 1829

2014 As the clock tolls, And the past becomes old, And the thoughts of new revives the soul's, May we keep lessons learned, May we retain love earned, May we give love in return, And forget the pain, May the strike remain, A consistent clang, That it's a new year and forever changed. Written by James M. Warren for the coming 2014 12/28/13 1348

Connections made, Deep rooted like, Skin engraved, Thoughts of the past, Knowledge of the now, Hope to a future to last, Words aloud, Spoken in confidence, Given with out resistance, Humor given as a wall, Truth given in an insistence Reality is too tall To this fact of temptress, But held close as new ambitions Like the lions witness, I want more, So I'll miss this. Written by James M. Warren 10/05/13 0046