Activities of soren Barrett

Rats strong ties, in which family survival lies
Infants nurtured with care by each parental pair
A power structure cemented in place
Every rat knows another's face
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Beauty so vast and so deep that the stars look up to its peak and the seas look down to its depth.
Extending to the other side of time, where no soul has ever touched, it paints over dreams, turned sepia in its shadow
Nature bleeds these colors in drops of rainbows, pools of sunsets and the dark mirror of night where the blind too can see its majesty
These discarded, cast off drippings of the gods, woven into the coat of nature
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Dreams of gold stuck in our throat, on ethereal images we gloat
Power, wealth, courage sublime, a paradise in another time
Glued in our chair or lying in bed, we inventory the lies created in our head
A coat of paint over reality, a painted room of what could be
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Dry the branch that cracks, flexibility it lacks, broken its own fault
Green the bough that bends, released again it extends, unharmed by assault
The thorn that won't release, its own pain will only increase, pulled by force
In time breaking shoot, its stability uproot, the path of revenge to endorse
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A generalist in a world of specialists, smoke and ashes from a fire burnt
A sediment of a transcendentalist, stung by lashes from past desire learnt
Pages turned obsolete, once grass now concrete, a candle a LED light
Period at the end of a phrase, sunset at the end of days, falling curtain of night
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Behind the mask a mirror
Inside it's far too dark and near
Not allowing one to see
Images of one's identity
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Revenge the fantasy of the abused
Life a balance, victims dream of power
A virgin has only one wish, to be used
One that has just tasted sweet longs for sour
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You can't carry nitroglycerin on a public bus, too many bumps and jostles
Fine crystal on a dancing floor is bound to end in pieces to be glass fossils
Such people must travel alone, where ere they go, all their life through
Nursing a rabid dog is not a nurturing thing for even a sensitive person to do
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To save the population one must destroy individual creation
Freedom as today seen, will then become obscene
Refining the individual, peaceful populace the residual
Then the strong will become weak as survival we seek
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Distracted by a white picket fence, thought painted home my defense
An ideal love with children there, growing green grass not a care
While all around the world turns, people die while peace burns
Under a blackened sky, I turn a closed myopic eye
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