

Perception or Something Like..Perception, or Something Like It By Tyler R. WeberPerception or Something Like..
Haunted, nauseating, each waking moment Wandering helplessly, hugging apathy Was it a dream? Which is more real to me?
Senses failing, the same sweet stench Neon lines blurring, burning retinas Smoking hickory fantasies through pipes lacking clarity
Sleeping beauty, escapist coma Tempting, exhilarating, unfortunate living Virtual ambiguities over inimical autobiographies
Social comfort, begging for the itch Wool pulled, eyes shut, gasping for air Sunlight born in Hollywood, living in noct


My Life as a VirusMy Life as a Virus By Tyler R. WeberMy Life as a Virus
“To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
An eternity in an hour.” - William Blake
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” - Elie Wiesel
To see a world in a grain of sand And man, nothing in his hand What I wanted was to liv


The Stairwell BluesThe Stairwell Blues By Tyler R. WeberThe Stairwell Blues
In the morning, to late at night Doesn’t matter when, but it don’t feel right I’m sitting all alone, don’t know what to do It’s two am, playing harp, the stairwell blues
It’s cause of you baby, that I can see You seem so nice, but you’re cold to me But don’t you fret, cause you’re not alone You’re part of the pack, who cast the first stone?
All alone, don’t know what to do Just playing harp, the stairwell blues
Every feeling, it bellows out
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So uninspired
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So uninspired
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