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You gone work it out              after all, this is a weight game Be PATIENT for all time highs              meanwhile, vibing to all time lows Might make yourself a bellionaire              after all, being broke can make you RICH                         being broke can make you FIXED So find beauty in the climb BEFORE the peak When they say it’s gonna work out              they meant it’s gonna exercise your belief The heart must get it’s reps as well                         so don’t stop til the set’s complete
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC
Weight Game
When we met in 1985, this is where you caught my eyes. You were 17 & me 14 then, with your eyes on the older men. I knew I did not have a chance on that day. So, I crossed my fingers so chance my play. 35 years later as life marched on. You were like a fawn once far far gone. I found you again, so I asked you out. You said yes without a doubt. In my eyes you are still that fawn like teen. I am lucky enough to go out with, in 2019...
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
1st Date Poem
I arrived too late to love, Yet got there just in time to see it pass me by. “Bye." I can never say it. I never let go. I don't know if I ever will. Will power. I need more before lethargy sets and turns me upside down. Down. An All Time Low. A record on the lowest point, but I know it gets better. Better off getting it out than it rattling in my brain this late. Late... I arrived at the conclusion that it will never be too late to love.
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
Late
Inspired by my friend's assortment of shapes and colors Original style & traditional technique Creates art like nonother My art brother, taking the colors and shredding the canvas distorted faces from other planets From traditional to digital Those techniques are critical Sketching, drawing on paper Emotions turned physical Contrast with contours of color that’s Subliminal I can take a brush and ****** a million strokes only to a evoke that life is a chameleon coat Plenty colors mix with a heavy dose and an antidote Spectrums tell the story of pallets scattered across the globe Intersections of civilian lives create a chain effect like some dominos Retrospective minds seek ideas that are divine yet quite bountiful A beast confined in walls is but a human animal unleash and you will find that everything is tangible Instinctual being, seeing is the true believing literal beams shine, to find a truer meaning unpredictability, dictates our true abilities I am but an entity who seeks to be a piece of energy not blinded by identity I forge these recipes, so all your eyes can eat for these words are too delicious so don't hit backspace our alt delete
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
Xolor
Now I have this sinking feeling in my stomach because you decided to get involved with **** that was NONE of your business. What the actual ****
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Feelings #2
I am a caged bird, my song is calm my master lets me sleep in his palm I am a caged bird, my song is weak my master likes to kiss my beak I am a caged bird, my wings are useless, they're clipped my master thinks I'll leave with every drink he sipped I am a caged bird, my eyes are dark and brooding my master thinks its his fate to which I'm alluding I am a caged bird, my master broke my cage Because my song changed after seeing his rage I am an injured bird, my song is calm my master lets me sleep in his palm I am an injured bird, my song is weak my Master likes to kiss my beak I am an injured bird, my wing is pierced my Master only hurt me because I hurt him first I am an injured bird, my eyes are hopeless my Master says he misses my caress I am a happy bird, I cannot fly but with my Master I need not try I am a Happy bird, I cannot sing for my Master, my sweet king I am a Happy Bird, I laid an egg one day it seems like master will let me stay Master doesn't want another bird, he says I am a content bird, I take my egg and part ways. Master is looking for me, he looks insane I hold my egg and cry, I need not explain I am a hiding bird, I do not sing for fear that through the forest my song will ring I am a hiding bird, I dropped my egg and it died for fear that this baby would know the reasons I cried I am an injured bird, wont you please come see? I won't even take off the ring he put on me I am an injured bird, wont you **** me now? He's hurt me too much to break my vow I am an injured bird, I miss my Master the one before his blows came faster
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
The story of an egg, and ring, and a bird that can't sing
I am a caged bird, my song is calm my master lets me sleep in his palm I am a caged bird, my song is weak my master likes to kiss my beak I am a caged bird, my wings are useless, they're clipped my master thinks I'll leave with every drink he sipped I am a caged bird, my eyes are dark and brooding my master thinks its his fate to which I'm alluding I am a caged bird, my master broke my cage Because my song changed after seeing his rage I am an injured bird, my song is calm my master lets me sleep in his palm I am an injured bird, my song is weak my Master likes to kiss my beak I am an injured bird, my wing is pierced my Master only hurt me because I hurt him first I am an injured bird, my eyes are hopeless my Master says he misses my caress I am a happy bird, I cannot fly but with my Master I need not try I am a Happy bird, I cannot sing for my Master, my sweet king I am a Happy Bird, I laid an egg one day it seems like master will let me stay Master doesn't want another bird, he says I am a content bird, I take my egg and part ways. Master is looking for me, he looks insane I hold my egg and cry, I need not explain I am a hiding bird, I do not sing for fear that through the forest my song will ring I am a hiding bird, I dropped my egg and it died for fear that this baby would know the reasons I cried I am an injured bird, wont you please come see? I won't even take off the ring he put on me I am an injured bird, wont you **** me now? He's hurt me too much to break my vow I am an injured bird, I miss my Master the one before his blows came faster
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Holy verses in her kiss She was your bible You found nature in her lips Her love was tribal She gave purpose to your hips Your soul's revival Such a hopeful Eve But the apple let you down She played you fast, used her whip No slow recital You waited for her to call in But no arrival For your own safety, fled the strip Your own survival Gave it up for her But only just to let you down Now you want to run wild Your heart's been dragged from left to right Your soul's in limbo To suffocate your open mind She closed the window And now revenge is in your eyes You cannot win though Such a hopeful Eve But the apple let you down In bed, replace the broken lies But keep the pillow Fill up the space between your thighs Empty crescendo Pleasure and pain become your life Your special syndrome Gave it up for her But only just to let you down And now you want to run wild Now you want to run wild.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Run Wild (edit)
He sits alone A boy with a soft and quiet tone Groups of people hurdle by But not this boy, who lets out a silent cry He is a bit of a loner Always walks as if he is hiding a ***** Adolescent ****** hair That's tattered and ware Lays upon his face Swaying with grace He wants to be home Watching **** on Google Chrome But he cannot until three When he runs home with glee But for now he is stuck As a pigeon in truck
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
A Boy Named Jon Jon
I know they're not accurate. The fact I frequent creative results may be more or less coincidental. After all who am I compared to Jon Stewart or a Greek philosopher? But maybe I don't care. Maybe I take them just for fun. And who can complain when they are compared to Charizard and Winnie the Pooh?
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
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