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Pluck Feb 25
The boy thinks of the day he isn’t in Kansas anymore.

Only to learn the world is full of plenty lore.

Who tells a star which way is north?

Then came months and months of back and forth.

Ah- Ah,

The pain, became boring, when I was aching that’s when I could finally sleep.

Now I’m snoring, gone is any trace of you, I think I can finally dream.

I think I am finally clean.
Pluck Feb 25
Redundancy seems to invite white blood cells that accumulate into decadence.

Leading to tumors composed of debts, to empires operating with consistent deficits.

Seneca solved the dilemma, finding a vaccine that staged off all of wealth’s symptoms.

Banks infect their communities, a search for a borrower is a search for a victim.

Wealth when fully utilized should bring the choice of where to be, what to think, when to listen.

Often the only difference between a slave and rich man is one has decided to rent his prison.

Seneca knew It was illogical to amass resources and yet not be free.

For to have debts certainly means you have somewhere you must be.
Pluck Feb 25
Why are a significant amount of scientists atheists? This is something I ponder.

Now as a Christian, other Christians would ironically advise me to toss the baby with the bath water.

It’s an extraordinary question because the intelligence much of my academic heroes posses,  can’t be faked.

Yet, they seem to argue that if they can reverse engineer the recipe to your cake, this confirms your absence when It was baked.

My inquiry is not for division, quite the opposite, Jesus asked the disciples to gather the most diverse groups they could muster.

How is It that the most mathematic souls on earth are not noticing this obvious statistical cluster?

Statistically, such a distribution is nearly impossible by chance.

It seems to be more evidence that ego can’t coexist with faith, acceptance of God is a contradiction to the belief your mind is the most advance.
Pluck Feb 24
The hands go round & round this old clock ,until the day your hand meets mine.

Spending time in the books and the kitchen, hoping that day I can pick the right wine.

This year I made a killing, but I’m not living, cause there’s this one thing, I can’t find.

Cause I lost my spot, in the longest line.

yeah I know lost my spot, but I’m back in line,

Patiently waiting for mine.
Pluck Feb 24
I knocked my insecurities off, I'm being authentic.

Futures can transform from fuzzy to fully vivid.

What would your dream mean if you decided to live it?

Is peace taken away or do you give it?

Isn't it easier to make your bed when the linen is fitted?

My corners don't hook up anymore, I'm finished.

The crime is more significant than the witness.

Remember when it was desired that no one could say "he did it"?

As long as they print it, I know they'll send it.

& I'm saving most of mine every time I get it.
Pluck Feb 23
When we stretch our hands out to God, generosity ferments within our souls.

I once looked in the mirror and saw of fraction of my potential, I’ve since pushed to surpass a whole.

I searched the texts for a word that describes going beyond showing up for family, partners, and friendships.

My goal must shift, to be described by words where the reality of the generosity doesn't fit.

That will confirm on life, I have a firm grip. That I invested where It yielded most.

I guess what I’m uttering is I was born to host.

For if I am truly made in God’s image, shouldn’t I be there when the ones I love fall not knowing how they’ll be landing?

To be more than they asked, thought, or imagined?

To be considered truly unique when my time is done.

For all to know, clovers can only be plucked once.
Pluck Feb 21
The most contagious substance in life is an idea, true inspiration is rare to find.

Whereas a bacteria bites on the body, an idea munches on the mind.

An idea collides with your soul, invades your flesh and spreads about like a **** of lice.

Inception is a sickness, my diagnosis changed my life.

It’s not that I overlook mirrors, Yet I’ve become unrecognizable from thoughts consuming me.

Everyday It’s there, that maybe, just maybe, I could be free.
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