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do you strike me?  yes?


In the best moments"??? yeS??? of course you do

yes yes yes, good

alright

glossy freedom?  yeah, okay, cool like toothpaste, fresh like green apples cmon

glossy?  popular, wonderful, love it, dance, dance, dance


glide?  go at at, go with it, take a stab at it stomp at it, sit with it, sit on the high note, take off the high pressure, add it a bit of mid

glossy froeedom?  You got me, slip
I woke up in Omaha Nebraska off California street
with the sun kissing me through the open window
I woke up with no alarm,
Alarmed by the fact that I might be late for work
But I wasn't
In fact I was right ON time
Put off by the fact that it was nothing or no one that awoke me,
But my own conscious self
Knowing somehow, that even with my eyes closed
My thoughts were wide open
I was fully aware
My naked body arose from where I slept
And crept up in a home ( not of my own )
To awkwardly put on MY OWN clothes
Through someone else's window
.. I start to think ..
How often I really have put on my own clothes
Through someone else's window
Looking closely now,
I change the word 'window' to 'perception'
Kind of like my own sort of window,
My own way of perception
How often I dress myself for the occasion,
or better yet, THEIR occasion
How often I've put on those skinny jeans,
Because YOU like them
How often I wear a bra
Because you don't want to see what my *****
look like through my favorite silk shirt
When I say 'you' - You know who you are
At least, you know who you might be
How often times people do things for you
How often times you do things for other people
How often you hold yourself back from being you - at all
How many times I have held myself back from being me,
And **** it's such a shame. I am ashamed.
Honestly by the most simple things
Overthinking a compliment I want to give someone
Because we are about to pass each other on the same side of the street
Avoiding their eye contact by just looking down
And staring at my own feet

COOL. REALLY. COOL.

I have been wearing these moccasins for 4 months now, Alisha
They look good, but I already know this
I am not the one who needs to hear it
Especially, not from myself
And I don't know them at all, but maybe,
Just maybe, what I want to say to them
Could break down what we all thought was an everlasting wall
Whether it be MINE or THEIRS
At the end of the chapter,
A wall that separates us from our own freeedom
Where we break down all similar walls and learn to defeat them
If anything, a smile, maybe a compliment back,
Not even to myself, but the next person down the track
It's a small movement, but I want it to move
I am making this promise to myself,
Because I want to improve
I want to make things that are so simple
More common in this world
Things that should not be overlooked,
Spread out amongst everyone and painted on their face like a mural
Desire for this righteous fire I want to be in power of
Spreading my smile for literal miles
Like Noahs Ark and that sacred white dove
The best thing about a dove is
It is just but a white pigeon
And every pigeon is capable of finding its white dove within him

It is there, and it always has been
Right under your sleeve
In the sliver of your grin
We can make this world more than you ever imagined
The power behind the strength of passion
When people come together in the form of one
When we all hold hands
Do you know what is being done
Connection is so out of this world
Touch is what keeps us in this treacherous swirl
Deadly sins that we latch on to
Riding the dragon is what we need to
Do, and do again
Tell the entire world, and invite all your friends
We are all Great Gods in this lonesome kingdom
The path to aloness is what is hidden underneath you
Very beneath you, you will have to fight
Fight to the death of your ego inside
It holds no mold, despite all you have been told
This world will **** you in,
and drag down your immortal soul
It is there, and it always has been
I will show you the road
Soften your ego, and create a new mold
You could stay here forever if what you look for is gold
Not the the gold that you see, but the gold that you feel
Not in front of your eyes, but what is actually real
No picture or place, No space or time
Use what you want to invent your new rhyme
Rhythm is now, rhyming is here
The goal of music
(Your mathematical medicine, my dear)
Replace your body with tunes of the soul
Sing the great white song
And let the youth be OH SO BOLD
Bolder than you could have possibly pictured
The movie you've been waiting for
Is your motion picture
Event, that is happening now
Sit back and enjoy
Those who don't know are your crowd


That in itself is exceptionally sad
Why would you leave behind your loved ones
Your mom or your dad
Your sister or brother
Your dead cousin or grandmother
They have no conscious awareness
It was never their fault
It was never their meaning to forever fall
The change of pace is now in your hands
This entire universe is inside you,
Give awareness a chance
Keep guiding yourself towards this lightning bolt feeling
Let it live inside you
Realize what your keeping
To yourself and not sharing
This selfishness will sink
It is absolutely more powerful than you could possibly think
It is the path to aloneness,
but who wants to be alone?
We could all share this peace
Let us connect and hold hands
Give our dark sins the golden control

— The End —