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find yourself believing…

walking in between
a bullet
and a target
you’ll find yourself
taking a hit
not meant for you
so you better be ready to bleed
for what you believe
-joshua ryan stewart

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what comes next…

thirty-three trips around that sun. and i’ve never chased that moon. yet i’ve stood in it’s mystifying light. praying within screams, as i feasted with the beasts. not holding my breath for a so called hero of flesh and bones. because the magic i hold, is stronger and more beautiful than any crumbling temple. and i have no need for promises, only actions beyond useless words. that could fail, just as easy as mine… but it doesn’t matter what happens before, although in the now… you’ll find what comes next, will truly define everything. where fighting dogs die, and cowards cross those lines. when fear becomes strength, and wisdom teaches you how to live without thinking. for you can have all the knowledge you’ll ever need in your twenties… just to realize how fucking stupid you are a decade later. as time will surely challenge your heart and soul, for the harm without harmony within your mind. will leave you just as dead as the yesterdays, too many try to live in.
-joshua ryan stewart

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i wanted to rewrite some parts of this older piece, so here it is…

“my lyrical demise part IV (March 2015) ”

i’ve damn near disappeared, within the city of my birth. but it’s not a home to me, anymore. just familiar faces, that i once knew. where i forgot how to talk, yet i learned how sing… with my heart and soul. but i don’t need a city full of people. for i’ve come to know. it’s not quantity, but the quality. and not everyone needs to know your name. i’ve also found, that i’m more precious than gold. even if i’ve sold myself like coal. and i’m no goddamn prize. but i should be treasured and cherished, for what can only be mine.
as i’ve always been strangely awkward, uniquely constructed, beautifully flawed, and not afraid… of being myself. bearing my scars, like motherfucking metals. so look me in the eyes. i’ll show you my whole world. unapologetically, as my lyrical demise pours from my eyes. a bleeding heart, a living soul… my masterpiece, in disguise. yet you won’t find me wearing a mask, amongst the masses. for i am shameless, rattling around within this rusty cage. stumbling upon this dirt for something i believe in… my heart and soul.
-joshua ryan stewart

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