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Aug 2017
I know you know that I know that you know so
where do we go?
******?
analysts
Analyzed it's a cycle
Rumor has it
We're chasing our tales
Appearing malcontent
because everyday
                 I'm in a place
That Formerly didn't exist
                

                    A space



with the Erie feeling
that  
I've been here before
And I keep saying
Would've gone crazy
By now
if I kept sane

What everyone says
Each and everyday
A million thousands
Things
With this million dollar
Dream
A million thousands steps
And the
lessons in between

Glory from the pain
Gains through suffering
Drinking water
From the rain-y days
10 seconds for buffering...

Now I'm wondering
Punchlines for daze
And I'm stumbling
Back on my old ways
And it's humbling
Lightning quick thought
And its thunderous
In my brain
like a grenade
And I fumbled it
When I lost it
is when became
one with it
And I ain't done
Till you say,
What have you done with it?

Cause in my mind
I don't mine
What you digging up
I'll raise on the
Third day if I'm GOoD enough
Or perfect
Died for me
hmmm...
not worth it
With apple in hand
Conversed with the serpent

                     SIRIously

I need some help
I'm loosing to myself
The whelps
Are from being a slave
To everyone else
Are you not entertained?
If not check yourself
Caught in the game
Of making a name
For oneself.

All the while
Balancing, mind, body and
Health.

There comes a point.
And time
When a point. in time

A point.        .         /same it will
Never be
From that point. on
That point. is NOW
Infinity and beyond

Question
So when we exit
Where has everything gone?

Who left it

The best conclusions
Drawn

Is by The artist

The revered
less respected

Who can alter your
Point of view
with their
Perspective

The poems, the pros
The architects
architecture.

sonnets.

The painters,the psalms
The songs,

the silence


The writers the creators
The readers,
designers

Actors, producers,
Engineers,
provide us

A keep safe for
Keeps sake
It's ok to **** the messenger,
the message keep safe.

All I keep saying
Is
I would've gone crazy
If I had kept sane!
Jamaal J Ferguson
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Jamaal J Ferguson  38/M/America
(38/M/America)   
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