behind a mask,
beyond the veil.
i shield my honor.
i restore balance within mine energy field,
in face of whom has no sense of whatsoever.
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you see,
i try my hardest to be invisible
but somehow they still see me.
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they still trace me back to somewhere they might have known,
they still gain an illusive perception that they know all that there is to me by just one look upon my face.
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now,
what is there to see?
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if you grace my presence for reasons likely,
you’ll be sure to greet only eyes that see through.
eyes with glare that doesn't stare or stay for too long.

'the girl that cant be loved',
found love within herself
& now she loves.

is it so strange to want nothing so badly
that you think long and hard to solely serve others?
are you at such complacency with your own being
that you desire of only nothing more than
setting inspiration free by word of mouth
or words at one click of a keyboard,
on someone else’s behalf.

i could just pass on,
or pass up
or put up for adoption.
i could place reliance and dependance,
i could **** well place the blame
and i could place my being everywhere else,
but home.
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i choose home.

from ratchet to reasonable,
thought i told you i was diverse.
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meeting ends with all,
in-tune & awe.

by decree & declaration;
all in alignment
& accordance
with cosmic law & principal,
universal flow &
the balance of the whole;
shall come to be,
infinite.

im designing farms to grow rare fruit & herb,
generate strains of wine, **** & wellness;
at the hands of some amazing individuals.
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now & then,
ill give a glimpse into my world.

without a trace or prose of dis-ease in my sacred temple,
i wear a face-mask to pose only as an anime character...
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i made it myself & i think i might
have stitched it too tight;
i keep coming out for air
& something doesn't feel right.

smoke-filled vessel,
neglecting liquid 'lest its true hydration.
the rise & fall are both too clear to resist.
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a hope-filled sense of any tomorrow,
infused with espressos,
infused expressions
and the finest strain willing to enthuse my moods.
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running wild,
not a trace of any patterns repeated;
making contact but only when needed.

sometimes eloquence acts as child-less,
way too grown,
too great an experience with worldly things.
but are they simply,
just worldly?
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inter-dimensionality & whole-ness make me see all things as all things.
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i mean,
you can heal hearts
and seek revenge
in the same breath;
you can gain more,
while you feel less;
you can make what's close enough,
exact
when you're diverse enough.