Love songs got the best of all of you, you're friends are slow like molasses you look stupid with those glasses all of you. I live strong as the condescending one, spending time alone meditating like a monk, lost count of how much of a fool you are drunk. I started to see myself as the only one, literally the only one, who's mindful enough to cherish his existence, so as you read this which I know you will, know this is poorly illustrated but me being awake forced me to make this, this is for sleep walkers just know I cherish talk, but you only  talk about the pseudo real, I talk about the sounds I hear, from spirits talking to me about how they feel..............

The bond that keeps them strong never mind, the lid is off, so I knew they were not  suppose to be friends at all, the lid goes on, their love gave hope to marriages and stuck commitments what is this?  They influenced everyone to find the true meaning of spirit. The lid is off,  they realized they became soft and needed to create something to remember when it goes back on. He said "I know what to do" he stared deep into the eyes he knew he wasn't attracted to and said this is the real me so I'm sorry I never had love for you but I'll save you. He climb to the tallest mountain and left the lid half open half full. Nature's wind will fix our point of view!  The conclusion of this story is don't let people or spells help you make your next move unless its for the greater use of the world and not you.

Attempts I take so many, I do not hesitate to create my own destiny but logic has the best of me. My memory is my enemy,  I remember too much too clearly, psychologically I don't consider you a mirror version of me. I see you as one who I know but cannot meet. Just one conversation, your not taken, just feel cursed by all of my patience.

I wrote the best for u but i lost it,  whats the diagnostic? Maybe i'll wake up for once , so i can trust myself to recreate it, poetry lacks focus so if you can figure me out so easily then your not my motive, its the very reason for living to search for our enigma that got me open.  Perfected by nature, a sculpture in which she is Medusa I froze up when your friend introduced us. Can't find yourself? You say your lost in my mind, the horror that is the catacombs is where I find you,
you forgot about time, just like I did,  now we know what trust is......Your intimidated by me and I'm intimidated by you.

My preference for time is to be aware of it's existence but to not be in it's presence. I am 80 years old today but with the body of an adolescent, so what does it take to become a professor? What does it take for you to follow my lesson? The truth, literally  is the dru wood, etymologically speaking I feel as if I have to be myself in order to be misunderstood and that's what I'm aware of,  the self, the soul,  immortality is my blessing slash curse, you have cash I have an eternity to write words. Sorry you're so poor.

I know you're reading this
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My mind was preset ti begin with.
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Who will believe this verse in time to come?
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Shakespeare wrote allegorical work.
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My hearts races for the high of life but
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I understand that we're both married to our craft first
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So I've read your mind
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I agree,  this cannot work.(At least we ******)

A person who has the world but wants the universe. That is not greed!  that's a mind with perception far beyond your reach. She thought. Then created. She smoked. I smoked to. I love how you learn me and I learn you. We even created quotes. We even created jokes. I hardly give credit to anyone. I don't even call women pretty unless they really believe what I'm telling them. So the jokes on me. She said men? the hell with them!  She already knew any man's outcome. So I was thrown in the same pit. For you thinking us men talk the same ****. but I still find this story cute how I still found my way towards you. She didn't know my suit was fire proof so the jokes on you............