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Pride is my hindrance. no difference from icarus.
Flew too close to the sun trying to light one.
Thought it be fun to out do everyone.
Then the heat was on.
I melted like candle wax. came back down to earth with a crash and landed on my ***.
On my back looking for a reason I'm still breathing.
What angel would have saved this heathin? Or am i a tool for my demons... When I come to, I'm hearing screaming. Then the familiar voices screaming turn Their back, theyre leaving. I tell em wait but it's too late one turns to say "we will not see your fate", as I'm still not aware of my state.
Still trying to catch my breath and feeling pain in my chest I decided I need a cigarette. Though the idea wasn't the best, it was the only thing I had left.

Suddenly I realize I'm laying on a train track
And as I look back I see a wrecked train. I see my loved ones scattered across a field in pain they all scream my name in vain looking at me with blame. I've never felt so much shame. And as I repeat my name and ask what I've done,  I look back at the sun. And realize I need to get loose from this rail before I'm impaled by the next train to come.
I tell myself "don't panic this is not the time to come undone" then this tall man by the name of Mike walks by and pulls me right from my plight he said "I can show you the wings that give you infinite flight. Give you a purpose for flying".
Like a pitch black night his words were bit disquieting.
But I had no other faith worth trusting I believed in nothing.
I had to take a leap into a higher power and
Take twelve steps twice to the promise land.
Cause it took twenty years for me to see the real man.
That lived in the tip of my hand.
He showed me the value of rent, a  concept on wich I'll never repent.
Then I was able to see my father again, and he showed me what the definition of a man meant.
Showed me what being respected meant and
Taught me your pride is not a sacrifice it's a sacrament.
As I got clean my work ethic got mean.
Yeah I got a job but my words were painting scenes.
Learning how to make my rhymes sing.
And that's when I knew my life was worth more than it seemed.
So I put it in ryhme schemes to redefine my dreams.

And that's when me and Mike started to see at different angles . Our every conversation turned into a tussle and tangle.
And soon after that, I was back on the downside of a old town hanging on by a string at a dangle.
Now I never had religion but I prayed once and I swear god sent me a legion of  angels.
Old and new friends banded together. gave me a loan, some shelter and a new pad and pen that wrote this letter.
We stand side by side. any struggle just makes us better.

And everyday I look back at that sun and see how far I've come. How far we've come, I didn't do this alone, we're working on our own kingdom. Working on a new definition of freedom.
Where we spread our wings and flock in a V as team flying towards a dream to establish it's reality.
Between
Cars, trucks, buses,
semi’s, RV’s, diesels,
motorcycles, economy cars,
jeeps, humvees, motor homes,
lays a
long yellow line:
an unending parade
of sound and fury.
The wind
In between
Blowing wild and loud
putting out careless embers
thrown thoughtlessly  by drivers
of the never-ending machines
each one bringing me closer or farther
from home
which is empty without you
It gets harder to believe
What I once was sure of.
Like me..
and then you.
Oh, the foolish things
I thought I knew.

If we could have a conversation,
without chatting on what's new...
I'd bring you inspiration.
But now that's just too difficult to do.

You are a complete stranger.
I loved someone other than you.
I still dream.
And dream...
And dream about you.

And I wake up feeling unrested,
and thoroughly blue.
Why are my sleeping thoughts
choosing to think about you?

You, a ship I can no longer see
As I stand upon this shore.
I couldn't even book a ticket
If a fortune I had, and I could afford.

What lessons are to come from all of this?
What persons could endure?
Christ only becomes my strength,
my thankfulness.

Pray I remain landlocked upon this shore.
My heart beats fast for you,
The butterflies are fluttering for you,
Each day is hard for me,
Cause you don't care like me,
Baby hold me close to you,
Feel my heart that's yours,
But don't hurt me please,
For I'm already hurt to much.
 Nov 2016 J Robert Fallon III
Em
be weary if you so choose
to live by the moon
for it's cold
and it's dark
and she's gone way too soon
Sometimes when I think
About people struggling
Pushed to the brink
I feel nothing
This isn't anything old
All I feel is cold

Emotion is fleeting
Happiness absent
Despair receding
My mind stagnant
Soul has been sold
All I feel is cold

Nothing is what's left
Gone are life's sparks
But I am not dead yet
A walking corpse
Emptiness uncontrolled
All I feel is cold
Nena
Talking about how it feels to be emotionally detached. This poem is not how I always feel, so I hope no one worries. Just enjoy or do that head nod thing where you're like "I get you man".
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