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338 · Jan 2017
Riddles
SEVENING MYSELF .
I riddle kids with a question they can't answer,  
what are you really after ?

The cash b !   cash b  !     bankruptcy.

  They don't love me when things get ugly ,

so how can you judge me? You don't know me, as I don't know you even as brothers I can't judge you unless there is harm to the mind then curse their spine!  (Chakra)

^ Highs and lows,  don't stay High,  stay low,

I'VE ACHIEVED MY GOAL,
to be unknown,
but exposed to all ,  
you've looked passed it,

that's it, 
the past is it,

so what is it ,

you're it,

the letter I AND THE LETTER T, the voice in me,
the cross with speech this is how some see me
" metamorphic metaphoric horrible **** "
AND YOU COMPARE ME TO THIS????
No wonder I expose no witz,
I'm not a communist,
******* from the breast of knowledge
         you just don't understand ****...


The way to live is to SELFISHLY GIVE.
337 · Dec 2014
She Chose The Devil Over Me
Although I know the truth at best,
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I confess there are different levels of comprehension,

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so I can understand why you let yourself become possessed
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You were obsessed with being asleep, but even If I tried you wouldn't listen to me.
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Of course the easier method was to chose auto pilot over an expert seat.
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You studied fashion and I studied the law of attraction, you left me for the devil and I became the guardian of relativity in which I look over all who's distracted.
336 · Jul 2016
Mermaid/Holy Rosery
Her psychic readings note the astronomies I've created.

This feeling warps the time. The code in morse, Moore law's focused in mind, one zero one how can one learn fun?

My mind dives beneath it all.

I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.

A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea
as the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be.

Poetry reduces the stress dramatically,  **** with this anti gravity!

Dynamic enhancers.

What does one call this genre?  If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form....a new born titan. Lightning strikes with strong winds that cut like a knife and in It's core was all the beauty to explore.
333 · May 2015
Where Is Jude? ( Part one)
Reports of cannibalism, infected war victims, this poetic rhythm amplifies  ever letter written. As I escape unharmed he looks at his arm, empty, he looks to the floor Jude's key but where is she?  Fist grips key and chain, until blood comes out. The sun comes up another day, could it be, the possibility she is alive? Walking around, I hear distant sounds, I see people sprinting  a man getting eaten alive by 5 children, I couldn't help em, and Jude is still missing. Where to start? The  Season changes, it's starting to snow I'm under a bridge with a dog, discovering a book with some of it's pages burned off, I see  pictures of the number 8, a nun ,an hour glass , shells from the past and a quote "sounds resonates from the mouth figure it out". It's the north to south spell to escape hell. I need to find the ingredients, what do you say Dimes  you wit it ? Barking loud because you understand me. So I went on a search for a piece of chalk, three different types of clocks, florida water and a *** slash cauldron the spell worked teleporting  him to a dimension with no hell..... ( To be continued)
(Turn this into a mini series lol )
------ Lack of moderation,/  so I've created sensation,/ Debaucheries ,/ the world's mocking me/ Stalking me/ Remixing/ Poisoning Elixirs/ The pictures i've painted /Will not be famous/ Filter out the strangest

Dichotomies started the economies / there's no third eye/ I learn the truth off the third lie/ bird eye's view of prey/They artificial with the Self sacrificial/  the fake spiritual/ instead of logically solving the issue/
seal your fate for being fake/

with one shot of the arrow/

ignore christmas carols /

got bored with the correlations of cows /

experienced the highs then said how,

NOT why, understood the lows, to flows like a shadow, my failures became the saddle /

negative energy/

the beams from the grid make it easy to walk through walls and **** ya *****!/have you stuck with my kids, at night i abduct and then sell for the highest bid but i cloned em before i sold em, so you're stuck on the poem on HOW you don't notice/ i reflect G /the better me/, the setting me up to die, so i rolled A SEVEN with one die, then sold the lie
/the (die-oh-knee-sis) dionysus, got you to be obsequious/

rhymes don't need a technique *****, i mean at least you can make money off thesis/Jesus code, natures story resold
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death ,
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value
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stress
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(DESCRIPTION) - ALLEGORIES PEOPLE , THESE ARE HIDDEN MEANINGS NOT EVEN PERSONAL ONES, BUT LEVELS OF PERSPECTIVE, YES MANY WAYS TO LOOK AT THIS, THERE IS NO WRONG WAY OF UNDERSTANDING THIS POETRY.
The world can't get enough of this....Is reading this a curse or some lucky ****?

Social balances corrupted when I produce aggressive logic the acrid smoke covers your Aura blocking out any positive connection from this...

Timeless literature. The ***** in you.

Gives me no choice but to play the disobedient hero.  

Zero in on my location.

The person they killed was my imposter waiting.

It hath been too long since they seen my face.

Picture this.  I'm five out of six of my apprentices, but I don't think much of it.
The mouth is used to profess words I ****** birds unless you can connect the terms you will see me as murderer.  The harvest in our heads-getting rid of the stress before our death- 'DE'  is  to DEscend - which leave us DEpressed.
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The Red Sun sardine stone
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has clashed with the sapphire blue moon.  The red and blue tunes - the one#1 that says
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bye to the two#2 (Good and evil thoughts)
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Fighting for control. Continue on, with the reap and sew.
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13 hours  13 months  you can't even do 13 stunts!
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This is a time of opposition
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the anti christ is not a politician
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express your opposite feeling
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develop taste on the reads you hate
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I hang in different dimensions stretching  inverted  or hanging upside down my ****** reflects light from your queen's crown , Auro boris , Water represents all of this
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wave lengths of the sky
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flow from a rhyme or Ri ripple from the tide
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comes from ri or ray Shango rapid flow re or ra Lightning clause  repetitive motion , recycling and repeating broken REcords
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I feel so vain,  fun pain no gain no shame no blame no crave with no say.
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Without scrutinizing ourselves ,
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we become controlled
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molded
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melted
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weld into nothing
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Three be the feeling of doubt
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I am inspiration
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erasing  your dark clouds
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the rest is for you to figure out...
318 · Jan 2015
I Make Myself Laugh
What's dark today turns bright on a another day
thoughts consume all possession
you're correct
why would I  give out my best projection out for people to expect it or copy?
It's a shame she thought we were best friends when I don't know you like that
I'm treating you like this site giving you a piece of me so don't act like you're the co-creator of that.
Simple math I definitely feel like my path was destined to learn  remember the laughs
created by me
only by making myself laugh
I was alone even with company
talking to myself for years
you did the same thing except
you're still trying to look for the right peers.
318 · Jan 2017
El Shaddai [Shadows]
Moon settles. Falling a sleep starring at a candle. Improving my mental compass I struggle with a strong subconscious the truth is you can't be a 100% percent honest.   What shall I say to you?

The plateaus I've built , the cave's exit I've paved for you.  Colorful lights change you. (Too quick)

The darkness is comfort. It makes it easier to think.

Levels from understanding to overstanding,

now I'm ULTRA STANDING.  My seven cannot sink.  Darkness is the ken of peace.  

Light confuses us but you don't give two *****....             well maybe three.
It's the theory of Kuriousity and discovery, that has me so open and feeling judgement free.

Time has lost It's meaning and so have I, so many lovers intertwined but Not I, not you, not us .

High I go, double meanings, to paint my sky, paint my ceiling.

As the moon showers me with her light I can feel her, feel her breathing, calling through the air, as I feel everything and yet I care for nothing.

Maybe that's how I'm soo cold...It seems to me your still lingering like every kiss ever planted.

It aches and if only you knew that even if one of them be true,

it  might still be suddenly forgotten.

The memories of the Rickety old house and the sounds it made before falling asleep can solve this problem ,man those were the days.

Your ideas surrounded by nature and how it became a blaze.

The fire you feel when your lips taste that special someone and how the fire spreads the more you get to know them.


Oh how I've dreamt of that someone, as that someone lays in bed drifting away.

She wanders the world, her wonderland, her wanderlust,


I rest in her cuts, her problems, her black water ocean.

Just always remember the night when we walked into the moon's light.


In which it shone so bright you can see one's soul and how it was sewed.

Continuing my travels, walking barefoot and the blades of grass so sharp it cuts my sole.

It's strange I did not give into the pain because there was much more to gain,


more knowledge of her in this extra-terrian.

I ache and have  bled soo much from the shattered hopes and dreams I've stepped on,

yet I continue round and round ignoring this dull pain because I'm strong,

you are minutes, hours, weeks, months, years,  ahead of me as you read this.

Time has no love for me

the moon has disappeared.

I wake up, she was laying right by my side, was she the moon the whole time?
303 · Apr 2016
The HUE of Man
The Hue of man.

Dreams.

Different color schemes.

Tints of red, the dust, dirt from this earth the blood that hits your head.

Lessons, from the Fertile Crescent.

Soil dust earth, birth.  

Take control.

  Only trust what you know.

             So understand I don't trust their souls.
300 · Jul 2016
Easily Forgotten
Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies...

Humans running in a constant loop. This subjectivity has granted me another view.

Circular statures of reason. Comedic predicaments as they covorht with all the seasons.

Constantly UNintrested.

Things are easily forgotten and i am the ONLY one who has witnessed.  

One whom's amazed by colorful imagery,

well their life seems too simple to me.
294 · Jan 2017
Time Loop Reset The Scoop
The macrocosm and microcosm


until I'm able to sew back the sky to solve the problems


it's sort of like a zipper



I rip the very fabric of time itself
I've look at we she admires..
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Her perception of art. 
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My heart expired. 
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I mean I didn't invent fire.
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I'm just not assertive enough to be the supplier of silly words that transpire to not be higher.
    
The lows proved it.    
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 It's translucent
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congruent to my point perfectly.
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 You sought freedom in the material world.     
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­Fear is the enemy.
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As a result you were comfortable being a *****.
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Rather then exploring the universe with me
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It reversed me, cursed me.  I'M GLAD I BROKE FREE.
my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy answer me this,
is it a myth , that ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, I'm bored like satan, bored of the sayings.

Your reads.  Highs and Lows. Nose bleeds. LAZY proceeds. I never met you,  It's easy to detect you. How is it?, To live Restless, from advertisement visits?,  Some call it friendships others know it for what it is. 

 Claim your intellect!  before you claim your memory ,what's challenging to you is not challenging to me, I don't play along,  I just be. 

 Tomorrow's song I learn HOW to play along!   Tomorrow's yesterday formed as a
Crooked shape ( j /L - God) i don't fit in wit your fate, i fit in with the fake,  those who take, create,  concentrate, bait the art, they always hate from the start.

Just create the art ! LIFE'S MEANT TO BE HARD! & bizarre.

brighter than being sirius, the heart is content with the delirious, tomorrow's song, I choose HOW to play along, this is me, you seem elementary to my mercury, this lack of humility disturbs me , although I'm not worried, shock test I mock the best,  just as they clock the worst,
I'm more cursed your more nursed. I stole this verse and sold the shirts,
gone before it messed up your worked.

My memory. Thus you won't remember me.
Picture this,  I'm TWO outta seven them apprentices.! Con artist.  Im the smartest to tarnish any garbage artist regardless I'm heartless.

Picture this Im two out of seven them apprentices.....
my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy, answer me this. is it a myth tht ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, im bored like satan, bored of the sayings.
279 · Jul 2016
Conquering Self-Doubt
Quietism - Scream to the heavens for one to listen.

Configure the plot. If not. No solutions are possible. Your actions obstacles become impossible while waiting with contemplation.

The luxury is the ability to contrast human degradation.   Is it illogical?

Ignoring solidarity as one discovers clarity.  Not purposely.  Judgements shaped by opportunities. 

I am Fully aware of what it means to be an isolated being.

 Incapable of returning to a state of the old ME.
Existing free, preceding with essence, completely understood the number E.  Too many have questioned my subjectivity.

Theories of divine presences, i make the connection through sky messages.

History repeats again, and yet the fool blames outside events.
279 · Dec 2016
Take A Step Back
Take a step back.

You're human. You've failed. You're ugly.  Europe is a country.  This line can make money.
The letter three  the number Z  , Red vs Blue ,  what does a world with 7 continents expect from you?
275 · Oct 2016
Dream I Had (2014)
Dreaming about rising tides.
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There are worlds inside my head
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I see symbols of the 7 elements I have met.

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It started at the beach
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I feel the sand on my feet the tide rises then retreats. .
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Now I suddenly appear in a train the reign of metal helps me meditate for I am relaxed and sane. Nothing can depress me not even this officer trying to arrest me for I know how to play the beat
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I give out a confident settled laugh I walk pass an officer who is trying to arrest me I said How Ochosi? Then I made a beat on the wall as if it was drums repeating my chant he leaves with a trance
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I see rivers rising an arabic women dressed in orange and purple
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Her hugs are the tornadoes that cut you.
274 · Jul 2016
When Are You?
A topic with no prospect

            one might suggest ,  we all have a women to impress.

But there are none left. So where does it take him?

To a state of degradation.

A painted ceiling with the vibrations of demons.

Dualistic-principles.

Black and white visuals.   Is he good is he evil? Is him alone?

The Moon in which it shoned on the Cintamani stone.

Absorb this energy.

The portraits in whence I hid to protect you from your enemies .

This poem has no end

The dreams in whence it began


your presence proved itself once again.

  Into the Deep waters you put ur hand out for help to not sink to the bottom.

I grab your hand & help you out.

The love never left, dismounted displayed  

changed by a silent  ray I see pieces of YOU left.

To be Yourself is against the law, Tears from your subconscious I've watch them fall I cannot help you no more..  

Love isn't romantic it's universal,

Vibrations stuck in rehearsal, non commercial the TRUE audience and the play is called virtue.

Admiring our cuts,

for it made us OPEN up..
269 · Jan 2017
This Poem Is Your Reading
Things are not the same. Retrograde.  Time to take control of this play.

As your mom alternates the waves, rivers and death's signal.  I recognize the elements  in all of you.

Ascension is the lesson. 'Good' & Bad' are perspective control definitions,  even in TAROTS

Words can be disruptive rather then constructive.

     Opportunity, shows it's face as ambiguity.

                    who said you ACTUALLY Knew me?

These Triggers towards your conscious connection

The things your uncomfortable talking about will always be protected. (Here)

Disruptive...

Protect yourself make sure everything is the way it should be. 

 The TRIGGER IS  to not be conservative, DON'T miss out on a opportunity, don't fall for the fake fantasy success in your head.


Opportunity...

really be aware who you're associated with, It's tough to make a Conscious connection


Change has to happen !!!


The power of this reading, yes these words are truly alive and breathing.

Be a rock this month this also resets the next month you read this....bless.
263 · Jun 2015
There Are No Options
If I wasn't a writer I think I would be uh, a total psychological mess.
Make this up and see what you come up with,  **** reluctance. I call it "Write there" because you made it out of nothing

 you ' write the air'   thus created something,

Improvised,  

visualized,

Conceptualize

the math to your demise my writing hand feels tired.

                                                           The elements show off their motives you are just a rodent.

                                                                       Even if i get stuck the moon just wants to ****,  impressed by my luck but it's not enough

                 it 's nothing, a novice falls for the *****.

I'm up early,

the same story gets told again. 

                                                        ­               This rhyme has no content.
256 · Nov 2016
Short poem
The hypno zah - the tarot code - their heads all turn -


- they need more roles

never been infatuated with moles they're too outdated to troll

I need a new goal
247 · Oct 2016
INSPIRING QUOTE ( NOT ME)
"You are what you put your mind to
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it will never find you
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unless you go out your way to find You "
240 · Oct 2016
High (Knows) & Low (Nots)
Different Buros,  persevered Euros.
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This new world seems twirled as the old just covered in smoke.
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Who spoke?
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No one cared....
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No one told.
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here's the code.
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  h I. g h  L. ife   O.ver   ner V.ous   E.nvy -

-  soliloquY.s   O.n  r U.ne

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It's dilirious to follow the periods ^(Time).
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The next visuals will not be easy to view!
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As you should new.>>><<<< You should old. &
As you should sold. >>> <<<< You should hold
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The paper;
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the dimension it folds,
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these new experiences help me grow,
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I'm happily  UNknown
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Proud of my so.
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Proud of my role.
7 billion stars
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all is in motion
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ignore yourself
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stop
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and look at the hairs from lavender
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eyes chose the color in moment's pause
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pedals and strand
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talking to a lily
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letting wonder decide where it is we go
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it's amazing, how you take control
217 · Jul 2016
I've Caused Your Depression
Surely I must be crazy for not craving water.

Sorcery.......       connected to all your heart beats.

My holy interests..

                          the true spark of listening.

Never wait for the moon for one is always on the move

so I dropped the clues through sadness, in the news, and songs about the blues.

Inspiration through injuries;  Emotional alchemy.
214 · May 2015
Who Are You?
Individuals create their identity through their actions. I am curious therefore I am not a cynic.
211 · Oct 2016
I Can Read Minds (2014)
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 ******)
Welding it like a blade = dimensions and all
= math and poems
205 · Nov 2016
Opaque Abstract Wack
Can i be comfortable?




                        Certainly not,  



life makes it tough for me on purpose.  





My smile goes unnoticed.








I won't go out today.








The sounds of the rain turns all still ,









                                            
as if there were a pause to see if the sounds were real,



                                               if they were felt,




the drum patterns came from the rain drops - the rocks gain moss  - how do you  compare to a moth???
201 · Aug 2019
Do not learn this behavior
The downfall of ******* my spirit......
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Brilliant but ignorant.
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Lost intertwining with the practicalities of earth.
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A shadow watching you from a far.
186 · May 2021
THE CONVOLUTED SPIRIT
THE DAYS ADD UP......

that spirit makes us neglect the time lost

numb by our influences...  

thoughts

no reooccurrence......

loss of time

blinded by indulgence 


a shell that replaces me

turning my confidence

into contemplation

discern

what captvates that spirit of separtion
Thoughts reserved

In a world of memory loss

fire rekindled  

protected from storms

a kiss from you like you need it for air

survival from the flood

just from love

REBORN AGAIN

just because
Practicing my connections to all

rhythm with the transits

silent and dignified

calm resting in ambience
rhymes have a way of talking to you,


changing our point of view at any time


you ever had *** with the mind?


as you both play your instruments


conducting your own mixes



wrestling your hemispheres


in fear of missing the note



sharing an expression of your own




dissipating the old into the new




as what you've once believed in,

gets superseded,

by your next and current greatest achievements



stop being so ******* yourself.


Count the quality and quantity of your blessings


and how overlooked they get



remember read this again if you're feeling depressed
149 · May 2020
Draw The Moon
A women creates life, she creates inspiration,

from writing emerges, conversation.

Music is so beautiful,

wanderlust,

created us,

discern that Luciferian enchantment,



disarm all of it's mansions,



her harmony,  


as she may steal the show ,



waking up next to a ghost,


hugging the air where they used to be

zones out, ignoring they left

Transform,

I'm in death, content with this depth

starting over,

heaven is being down to earth,

that's purity that's maturity

look and see the signs,

never have they left just changed symbolically

read that again

confused when you see their name

it's just context, a thought caught in one lane

just know,

without a message,

without the thought,

know things,


develop,


be receptive,


Strong as it’s heard,

draw and paint the sky,

laying in a bed of stars,




Speaking to my thoughts  

blending to it's temperament

calling it concentration


Creation

spawns again,

new dawns within,

The moon in awe

draw it all.
spiraling
















turning,















stirring,


















the universe.... purring














so alluring  :)
















a happy sigh










excited





moving without food or rest








getting some tea







creating hot tides with my breath







reading the swirling leaves







all is possible to concept












our thoughts










are like the swirls





breathe in







breathe out  







cycle in  





cycle out




return  





discern
there’s weakness in finding acceptance in a group
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Liquor always plays the treat to our unthinking minds
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A coven has formed against me
Find it easy to be exposed





a sonnet to mankind






naked, unaware of the times






shocked with memories






slow and sedentary




drawing with my celestial body
Flutes play the sound of no absolutes





imperfections captivate my mysteries anew








discovering each year  discovering a new you










pinpointing it with accuracy













aloof....








filled with mistakes









Accepting the contradictions












hypocrisy instilled










meditating how wrong I can be











concentrating on the middle










ideals mixed into separation







connected with my mental compass







transform time and space with thoughts
as a subtle work of art




entering the stairway is like looking back

unaware of your progress

also

laughing at our spilled marbles
121 · Nov 2020
Feel The Atmosphere
living in the arctic
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away from civilization
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it makes one immune to the cold
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what is cold to a warm hand
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that gives life to those too numb to stand?
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it is just my environment
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disarmed by peaceful defiance
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there’s no explanation for it
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or for me
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you may write your story with thought
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you may steal the glory and not get caught
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i’ll be here into my work
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God’s wisdom
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there's so many names and metaphors for it
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oh how the mind is a craftsman
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a carpenter.
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this work is my cabinet 
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to build within the cold
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helping those who wish
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who desire to know
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listening to a cold soul
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I offer the null, (the now)
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i offer the null (the now).
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blizzards cannot be felt by the heart’s inferno
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melt snow
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melt it slow
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with love that’s eternal
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a fire core
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with two pillars
of strong wind
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when they find me complete
I feel defeated
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because that type of thinking is cheating
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thinking too ahead
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thinking you’re done with it all
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thinking you're done with knowing everything about me
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victory is when you make someone else feel great
on their own
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shhh.....let it be their own idea
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in secret
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without substances
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without your help
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by watching them complete themselves
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Away from sugar
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Away from contemplation
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Away from justification
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And let them get high off who they are!
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ever met yourself sober?
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and drunk off your own ambition?
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As it gets better when you're older
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Giving up a fix is like starting a business
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because the customer service
may give off a cold ominous feeling
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yet
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you’re humbled.
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disarming walls with no reason
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as if you’re alone with GOD
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and
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  feeling abundant with nothing
or no one there JUST GOD

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you may only feel the air
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but there's still something to share
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in the cold there’s no despair
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it’s our endurance
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our adaptability
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that doesn’t compare
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Feel The Atmosphere
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surprising yourself
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realizing yourself
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You are here
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  you were there.
A string attached to me

Does it match me?

Universally, we all think alike

But there’s a price when we fight

The hatred for being you

We are all catered in our points of view

They wish to change you

I wish to talk to someone,

I wish I can learn a person

The law of separation
is equal to the law of desperation

And me in jail with my patience

begging to be freed within her absurdity.
114 · Jun 2020
Apacolypto
Your arms are my home,

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into your eyes I roam
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transparent
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the healing you do
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you’re so modest
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you never miss a beat
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and yet you may feel that you are incomplete
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how????????
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if your beam
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frees me from disbelief
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a warrior women.
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Head chief.
a debt unpaid just by thinking of you
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trapped within it's euphoria and ideals
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drunk from it's absolutes
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relapseing it's possibilities
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motivated by it coming true
the world

engulfed with irrationality


no rhyme


just silence.....


you need no validation
Orbs of water
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constant expansion
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try writing without it being so deep

enchanted by it's solitude
.
drops from rain separated from one another

landing spaces apart
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drips from a storm caught on the tip of a leaf
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matured by witnessing
When air signs speak less, be stressed

or proud that you avoided their unsure contemplation

When fire signs are no longer fighting competitively to out do themselves,
you’re just another book on the shelf

When earth signs keep emphasizing themselves there’s wealth, nobody else.

When a water sign is no longer selflessly kind,
it’s about that time, they haunt your mind.
90 · Apr 2021
Words Cannot Describe You
words appear nervous
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they lie about your description
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indescribable
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preserved..
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harmonic..  
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speak thoughts to paper
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as the paper turns into dreams
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that is where we speak
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mentally matching our sea
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comparing no grains
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proud of each other's cultivation
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