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Apollo Hayden Nov 2016
You'll be asleep but I'll be spending my nights howling at the moon.
But if you've ever wondered if wolves cry baby, well they do...
I'm known by many, yet understood by a few.
A mystery but I tell my story through simple words,
turning pain to gold, the alchemist unfolds his truths from the philosophers stone.
I am a paradox because I enjoy your presence, yet I would rather be left alone.
With a few books in a sack full of pencils and paper; watch this poet as he continues to roam...
Apollo Hayden Nov 2016
You could say I kept most beliefs inside,
held them till it killed me.
What was kept did not cause suicide,
most of y'all just didnt feel me.
Yes I've entertained the possibilities of what could be wrong in this life of ours;
how generational curses could be holding us back, from stretching our life so far.
Or if there's a spiritual world surrounding us by demons, creating a fear too tough to conquer,
gaining access inside of our lives,
making us become the monsters.
These are psychological things and we can be seen as a devil; who roams, seeking whomever he may devour.
May eyes believe more than they see,
before that final hour..
May your thoughts rearrange, scaring you half to death...where you finally believe in a higher power.
Harder to explain the occurrences,
easier to understand, if you do your research and finally realize your not the only one occupying this land.
I wont be ridiculed, I'll be gone before they do.
Though many came before me, many still haven't changed their point of view.
Whether we choose not to see, we still live amongst the unseen;
angelic and demonic forces that will never leave us be.
Come out of hiding, great minds
yes, awake from your slumber.
I'm appalled at the time that wasn't taken to just sit around and wonder..
about yourself and others,
and how the souls that dwell within could be filled with heavenly light or darkened by worldly sin.

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