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Art defined to me is everything about my life and passion combined We are all masterpieces for those who have moved on or living, all continues for we are dimensional-travelers, eternal, special-gifted, magical beings brought here to spread empathy, love, creation in the most captivating and influential methods possible. Magic is not accessible without belief. Art is meaningless, it's a MUST to involve HEART. You can't have either without an element from both utilized. Let your emotions bring your story to life! Thank you all immensely for inspiring and encouraging me In exact terms of building my platform towards my art! I would be nothing without support from any of you! Grateful for you being in my life and my HE"ART"
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 2:58 AM UTC
What is Art to you?
You are the inspiration Destiny, manifested into the mystic realm of wonderment, to fulfill honorable deeds. You must thread carefully, because the crossroads are not forgiving. What is it, you wish to accomplish? Given in your amount of time, is ultimately upon your decisions and actions. Remembering in mind, you are your own universe. In memory of all, what will you use, in your greatest efforts to immortalize? Nature is for us, alas it must be known we were designed, to share our story within the stars! Will you go beyond the skies?
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
L E G A C Y
To the reader scroll down to skip: I have been posting from this account since 2012, I think. It is possible that I may delete all of this in the next couple days. I have no static readers, so it won't matter much, and this is not an emotional gofundme with words to stay here. This is just an explanation of choices before me. This is the last place on the earth that I exist. If this goes away, I'm sorry, and I thank you for all the time you spent reading me. Good luck to you all in either direction the wind blows us. A lot of stuff has been moving for me People fading and being swept out of my life Tectonic plates beneath me are sliding apart Vibrations shakes my bones, then rattle my organs Tie up as many loose ends as I can What else can I use to hold to steady Do I let the maelstrom of inner fire consume me Do I let clench the earth to keep things together Do I release my carbonic form into ash to float elsewhere Do I slide into the depths of the sea with new shackles Unfortunately coins only have two sides And I have only one life That is possibly too few or more than I deserve Depends on who you ask All the people I have came across The wanderers, travelers, lovers, highway men Minstrels, talking shadows, the shackled, growers of moss All of them and others that need mentioning They have no say or choice I am starting to wander if I do The scale will tip in one elements favour Whatever it is, it will be greeted by my coin flip Rot with dignity or embrace life's next trip Best part of the result I am the only one who can read what gravity puts in my hand
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Releasing Carbon
To the reader scroll down to skip: I have been posting from this account since 2012, I think. It is possible that I may delete all of this in the next couple days. I have no static readers, so it won't matter much, and this is not an emotional gofundme with words to stay here. This is just an explanation of choices before me. This is the last place on the earth that I exist. If this goes away, I'm sorry, and I thank you for all the time you spent reading me. Good luck to you all in either direction the wind blows us. A lot of stuff has been moving for me People fading and being swept out of my life Tectonic plates beneath me are sliding apart Vibrations shakes my bones, then rattle my organs Tie up as many loose ends as I can What else can I use to hold to steady Do I let the maelstrom of inner fire consume me Do I let clench the earth to keep things together Do I release my carbonic form into ash to float elsewhere Do I slide into the depths of the sea with new shackles Unfortunately coins only have two sides And I have only one life That is possibly too few or more than I deserve Depends on who you ask All the people I have came across The wanderers, travelers, lovers, highway men Minstrels, talking shadows, the shackled, growers of moss All of them and others that need mentioning They have no say or choice I am starting to wander if I do The scale will tip in one elements favour Whatever it is, it will be greeted by my coin flip Rot with dignity or embrace life's next trip Best part of the result I am the only one who can read what gravity puts in my hand
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Why do we ignore all these spoken words? We've had poets, rappers, artists, and actors *tell us as it were.* *Now I, myself, have spit one or two verse and I need to let you know* I will be heard. You call for a social media blackout and there they sit thinking, " How absurd!" But when it comes down to it what do you do when there is no reaction to your tear-filled words? Is it because we have adapted to being so passive, when there's **** murders, lynchings, and theft* we just take it in passing? Or is it because we can look the other way, when the hands of a white man take the life of a different ethnicity away? Is it in relation to power? *We close our eyes and pray.* But where is the action for justice in this final hour? What is it that you do to help this land? Other than observe and comment snidely on your fellow man? It is no tragedy for a loss of life? While you ponder your "newsfeed" via social media via your Iphone via your wifi .... Consider the point when you lost touch with real life.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
NOW HEAR THIS,
I really don't get Why my poem WOAHIFOUNDAGRAPE trended because it was so INSANELY weird... But I mean, not to complain... It's just a little strange and it makes me concerned about the human race... Anyway. I have made it to 50 followers Plus an odd (and worrisome) amount of my poems have trended And most of them make literally NO SENSE Seriously. It was like I was high on grapes when I wrote them That brings tears to my eyes Just a little small-tree-adhesive-sloth like me And I feel so accepted in the human world And all of your likes, comments, follows and reposts mean the world to a little furry adhesified animal like me :') So thank you for that I love you all! <3 -LOVE THE ADHESIVE SLOTH
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
I don't understand