take your time,
only fools rush in.
know this journey here without
takes you far within.

i write when i feel free,
it really frees me.
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they said i could no longer talk with myself.
its not working
maybe i should try someone else...
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but when i look,
there's no one..
not a single soul
that fits the rhythm
or the role.
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double the love like double cups.
im not ashamed, im poetry.
double or none,
who gives a ****?
are you afraid? thought you knew me..
behind bars like a prisoner to love.
he spit bars that are clinical,
what is love?
& he has heart, he ain’t sinister..
when i call he’s a minister giving me good love.

why settle where you are unhappy?
amongst beings that only dream in sense of nightmares,
only dream of sceneries tangible and surface,
without awareness of intensity and depth...
im wondering,
is there a place in this world
to condone my escape from this world?
are there beings that see as vivid as i....

cmon' Eve dear,
its about time you drop
the apple;
the one still linking you to the idea of a snake whispering in betrayal
yet leading you up roads until your new arising.
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Eve, your throat isn't only deep enough to hold erected conceptions;
use your longevity
to make your will live long in face of all that once seen you unworthy.
you are worthy, xo.

its a virus,
don't leave your house.
shut-in with phones
as word of mouth.
don't let them troll you,
don't let them boys control you.
they don't own you,
stop thinking,
they dont know you.
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they don't know it takes awhile to be still,
to find form,
to find prose
and a comfort within yogic.
they'll come.
they always come.
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they come in form of what you fear,
to distract you.
the lights are gleaming,
beaming red
and oh,
they flash too.
sending signals "just to warn you"
or some micro-waves to warm you...

the closer i get to a realization of
what the connection between male and female truly is,
the more i understand my actions toward you
then and even now, as i speak.
we may never understand each other,
we may never get to share an experience
with mutual level of love & lust...
although sometimes i hope we still can.
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i just hate to feel like its that "Pinky" girl..
the one with trust issues
and revenge adding fuel
to her fire of insecurities
that she thinks can only be cured
if she's emotionally attached to someone who loves her body,
or someone who loves the idea
of how neatly her ****** slips
onto his ego without brushing against it
hard enough to provoke what he's insecure about.
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just thought id actually share the part of me
that still screams for you even after trying to destroy her.

but i crave connection...
unlike the mediocre 'claim to love' that has disguised itself well as what it can never be.
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& i wont settle.

love ***** shoes
like ***** men
with shady moves
who play pretend;
too deep within to comprehend so "who's next?"
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for potential lover,
im not searching...
im attracting.

sometimes the noise gets too loud &
the weight becomes a burden to bear;
your wings get tangled
& tired,
your feelings are worn-out
& you're close to the edge...
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you can save yourself.
stop still in your track,
look around & you'll find
a sense of being evanescent,
so mysteriously divine.
you'll see that weight isn't a burden,
its a kind of
mass energy urging to escape
in form of creativity,
with the need to re-create
& innovate.  
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become distant in face of any worry or fear,
stay present,
you're here.

you find interest in entering the walls of multiple;
i find my circle smaller,
does it even exist?
as it stands,
i reprimand all requests
that contribute not to what's next
but to what was...
don't lose sacred ties and connections
by the hands of
meaningless projections that feed your ego,
be disciplined
not desperate.

take a look
at what man has done to earth.
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the natural order and flow in disrupt,
as false riches now wither and rot.
fear not.
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do everything in reverse,
return as old and wise
then leave as soft,
empty
and innocent as child.

something about walls closing in
as motion keeps us closely connected.
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something about utilizing my energy
in ways that serve my entity
then choosing a whole new direction.
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something about the wander
leaves me searching after souls to save
with a constant trade in madness
and true sense of adventure!

what a marvelous day it is,
not a 3D in sight.
what a wander-filled stay it is,
moving slow as snails
and fast as light.
flashing lights
still flashing lights,
distracting
but now you hear birds sing,
do you hear the birds sing
siren songs
and trumpet sounds?
all have taken cover,
the gods are back here on the ground.