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 Oct 2019
Poetic T
People say that
              talking to yourself

is a sign of madness....

I never talk to myself??


               I delegate

between all of them..
  

why should I take all the responsibility...
Believe me I've heard a few more than the few battering around up here
 Oct 2019
Poetic T
How fragile must the skin of those that
                      need to feel that they are owed
                                  something from nothing.


Are owed or are grateful for waking up.  
                    Yet not taking on the fragility of life,
                    that others though they held
                there hands up high
were now silent beneath the gaze
  of tearful eyes asking
                                   why, why, why...

Thanking something that wasn't apart
               of that moment but more
             every action has a reaction.

We must realise that life is a random consequence
                                                               of our actions.

And no rabbits foot,
              or palms crushed together till numb.

Will change the fact that the world is a random,
                               chaotic path..

If wake up its because we were lucky,
                  because were all going to take
that wrong step sometime...

And no hands held high
                  or silent words will ever change that.
 Oct 2019
Poetic T
Luck has to be earnt,
    Never given.

So go out
and make
          yours happen.
 Sep 2019
John Prophet
Wrapped in a
reality.
All that we
know and
understand.
Ensconced in
this seed.
How we
behave,
what we
believe,
how we
perceive.
Born in
this place
wrapped tight
where we are.
Reflection of
our soul.
Opened our
eyes and here
we are.
Not knowing
how
or why.
Moving through,
self righteous
we become.
Understanding
nothing
of the
why
of things.
Pondering,
self reflection
lacking in
our veins.
Accepting
all that is
seen.
Question.
Question everything.
Nothing is
as it
seems.
 Sep 2019
Poetic T
The mother of ones

children is a godess,
      for she birthed creation.

  Where a man can only plant,

a woman nurtures
and watch's it grow
               into something beautiful.


That both can be proud of.

Knowing that one was once
             a seed,

is now strong enough
         to branch off on there own.
 Sep 2019
Poetic T
They say life's
  
        A story.

Me, I never read mine.
    

I lived it, who wants to know
     The beginning and the ending.

live your story,
     Skip chapters,

Remember your writing it.
 Sep 2019
Poetic T
We should
    Never think
We're better
        Than another.

But should always
strive to be
better
       Than ourselves.
 Sep 2019
kaela
are you depressed?
nope i'm just stressed.
are you sad?
no, why do you ask?

are you okay?
what am i supposed to say,
do i tell them the truth?
or should i hide
behind the lie
and say that "i'm fine"?
 Sep 2019
Poetic T
If we die
           For less than,



Our humanity.


We aren't worth

   The flesh were printed on.


Worthless copies of  nothingness.
           That are reprinted in vain.


Let our humanity be the virtue,
         That we live for.
 Sep 2019
Traveler
Hello
This phone call may sound
A little on the strange side
Please bare with me
As I attempt to convey
A sort of phenomenon

Tim was angry with me
When he realize you called
And I just couldn't answer
So I must apologize
For my action
Tim has forgotten
How you turned your back on him
And left him to rot in prison
But then again
I'm not him right now
And I remember
TT
 Aug 2019
Poetic T
I saw the sunrise through a keyhole,
      opening every possibility to

a new day.


Unlocking the potential
                                           of what opened
                                                   before me.


Remember its to the door that yearns forward,

                            but the keyhole.


Opening new possibilities that were once locked,
                                                         ­               before you.


Always look though keyholes at sunrise,
                        for they show you the possibility of





                                     what can be unlocked.
 Aug 2019
Poetic T
I could never swing from a 0..

   cos I'm always plus one,,

I'm never alone, the weight to much to carry
to an early grave,  

                    if I ever thought of that moment,
   they'd be my wings giving me flight.

I'd hang on for the breath on sunrise knowing
             that there is a new beam of balance.

That id not be dust,but I'd be a fresh breath
                        on the new day.


I'll neve be a zero hanging limp,
            as im always plus one.

Which the all of you breathing me through
              each daw, knowing there is more

to keep me going, even though I'm low you keep
                   me flying high enough to float


and not fall where a hang alone, silent...
    

   Know I breath each dawn and I'm never alone.
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