All for the fight
None for the fighter
A fortune is spent
Proving who’s righter.

The one’s who are left
Cannot be right
The righteous are those
Who win the fight?

Fighting for those
Who has a dream?
Not that it is
The way it seems

Left on the steps
Forgotten the past
Babes never born
Stay on the task

Paying the cost
Of higher endeavor
Are not the ones
That think they’re cleaver

Overlook those
Who try to survive
No time to speak
Just staying alive

Can there be time
To change the tone?
Is it too late?
Written in stone?

Can it be done
Some other way?
Not when the answer
Is “some other day”

Choice2

SRORRIM-MIRRORS

By choice2

Colors of confusion

Terrors of repeat

Competing restitution

Emptiness complete

Moving situation

Genuine disguise

Earnest disposition

Telling only lies

Changing what is certain

Champions defeat

Dismissed from the forever

Lover’s never meet

Knowing for a moment

Believe for just a day

Changing your commitment

Moving while you stay

Spending hidden treasure

Twisted party line

Steadfast indecision

Lost what’s really mine

Hidden for the masses

Glowing in the light

Purchased for the winning

Loving for the fight

Lost along the pathway

Selfish charity

Even though transparent

How can I find me

Stare but never seeing

Never given a chance

Putting up a front

Never looking back

Screaming for attention

Having not been heard

Wounds I carry with me

Heartache never learned

Said a thousand times

I don’t really care

You can never hurt me

Except for when you dare

The calluses I have

Bring me lots of pain

The things that never stick to me

Keep coming back again

TRUTH

Circles have no endings

Craters have no holes

All of this depending

Who will play the roles?

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Cheaper doesn’t buy it

Louder doesn’t hear

Shrewd can have the most of it

Never knowing cheer

.

Being right upon it

May not mean your close

Having more than all the rest

May not be the most

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Stubborn thinks it’s steadfast

Even though it’s not

Scheming isn’t planning

Thickening the plot.

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Seeing isn’t vision

Visions are not faith

Measuring won’t get it done

Truth can not be faked

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WHAT AM I TO KNOW?

by choice2

Looked into the darkness
Anybody there?
Wondered if the time had gone
Anybody care?

Am I in a place that’s not?
Reach but do not touch
Lifting up the weight of it
Weighing way too much

Circle round and come behind
Finding only self
Look at me, anyone
Put upon the shelf

There’s no trepidation
Simply have no fear
No ones really looking
Is it really clear?

Guess I should be going
Where am I to go?
Not that there’s a question
What am I to know?