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Joshua

born: 1988

born in: london, Ont

lives in: Mississauga

I guess you could say I m an Extremist, i actively partake in almost every aspect of art. All forms of Expression are needed by myself to release the enormous amount of apathy, that has found its way to my soul... [more]

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Architecture, Graphic Design, Advertising, Interior Design and Experimental Film...

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Graphic Design, Experimental Music, Electronica, Digital Art and Photography...

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truth be told

truth be told, its not an item you can hold, that can replace my time. you can keep your money, dirty wont clean my flesh of it, more than one time, more is sometimes , feeling like im alone. realize my footing when i stand so losely a foot, feel my source of fall, my reason shine, my treason of the vine, no one is fine to of course im. born to enforce, die to defend, my living end so morbid to suspend from. wishing is the truth when words are unspoken. what is broken wish not to be fixed, what is fixed. its not your jugement. its not your sin, its only the world we live in, so how can i listen to some one telling me to never say never when never is forever and its impossable to pass this information without conterdicting ones self oh i see it for its real i catch it like i feel hungry would be my death in a world of steal me breath snake like individual that shed my skin i begin to end with where i left off where i lept off i know pain is real so i'll never run from it

the say

unforgivable, a ruler of the unseen missfortune and all the serene sureal unclean, unatainable, unchangeable past effort and words writen in stone amoungst actions resulting from alone, underminding, understanding flows of emotions shows patterns and irradication underestimation, i manifest and i hold my power, in weakness i am strongest in hurt determination, to love one worthy of a pure heart and realize my real eyes see through egos extermination, always the product of it every time they are healed adaptaition, as i change like the world abroad, the word as my sword the pen as my men, an army of tears concentration, my will and potential held back by none, for iv already won the battle and its just begun forgivness, always asking always learning, love never dies, it just comes as anew as the cresent moon bright light my night, my aura glows so mistic and indesent in the befor morning due to you

drat

the world will only talk in vein, always some thing empty, i can see, what we forfit to fit, lost it then spend the rest of it trying to get it back. look within, blue can see me like a fool, im not the same, i can only count to me. no one can see, nobody seen. inside a slumber, why awake it, so i can even odds and end up even more less.

justice in peice

I with evil lurk within every day souls, held too contempt to realize ones real eyes shimmering in the pich of the blackest black night, from the deepest dich to the highest highway i stay beaming into the from off the brightest light tonight, until its too late to notice, bleeding open in vein, just to be the difference from the same,stare helplessly held in a paralysis state i fell and the moon has almost set me free, tfo view a dawn that is yet to become gone. i battle on to my own song, but for how long. its sad but its true, to parish like the milk in the cooler, unnoticed until its gone. the scent is grotesque, the texture is vile, and until this world awakens.Complete denile, some times this ignorance inspires brilliance, to be alone cold with my pen and my paper. and to convert such sin and pure refulgence into text. With each word i am eturnaly blessed obsessed and with out rest.

read

i realize with great deapth in thought blue sky's to far from me to reach up in it and pull me from these clouds to see. speak in toung twisters half the time fluently. i could soar over their rainbow, but what of mine. like a talkative mime that people ignore because he ran out of luck lost his partner at the same time.wont talk i dont blame him either waveing his arms and restraining himself inside his inventive invisable box... but who's to say it was never there..who would really stop and listen.. give this flailing lunatic the chance to regain.. i guess its better and a blessing allways veering through a window of secound guessing, past cross refrencing the lost jepordy we all thought we put our selves in when really its not our emotion we are feeling.. not our freedom to revealing. a speach that no one speaks up to. a rythm of one drum we all must dance in different ways too. we are all the same, because we all will die just as easy as the next. as easy as recognition of these words compiled so fithily together needlessly. why she just pushes it away, bled my last drop bleeding these words seemlessly. with no needle i burried that in hey. then watched it burn inderectly reflecting in her almost in tear glossed eyes to proud to reveal fear. i look back now apon all these years and i realize im only counting down to a pestering unpaid debt. just like the line between sanity and socialy accept, calling collect from my mind cuz i lost my will to communicate this lonely bet. 21 and 0 and i still dont regret loveing her yet..

sunny jaded

since when the ups and downs got the better of me, every tarot card is upside down, i still dont know where my world has gone, what iv done wrong. Every thought contradicts myself trying to bring logic, i cant make sense so ill just ask it nicely to show it self. So sick of selfishness, so sick of where they put me when i am not needed, on this shelf i sit. no words just flow out of my mouth, onto this page i write, no thought shouting throughout, i m not just about. i m about just, you are like the water that slowly rusts away at my let go clutch that seems to be caught by my sleeve. i try and believe, but they all cry and decieve, leaving me to far to see, to close for comfort, forgotten seems to come from under. explained every blunder, thought every wonder. fought with the thunder, so it would be late when the lightning hit. like a whip,like a electric kiss touching our lips, followed bye a fist, from all these forget me miss's.

fram

frAM like the sun beaming down on my made down mind the only made up sense of fine, she shimmers in my eye like the silence before the storm, brilliance in all forms, open arms welcome drones strange her away, but my crossed heart hoped to die and lost the sparkle in my eyes i could cry but why. it only distorts my view of you,gave up dedication gets me nowhere, so go stare at restless meditation. so uninspired i cant understand, so under tired, i cant ever stand. reaching for no hand, enjoyment in free fall, backs against them all against the wall for too short of time and too tall of a state of mind this wine blinds you from what is mine.

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