I ‘ll have you all ******* with me like it’s stealth independence identity at every “Game Time”;
you’ll never know but feel  the geniousity of sexuality plot to what comes before i ever Gain Why;
I’ll have you all thinking you’re enlivenment existence of what comes in “double” to all of “Great Minds”;
Know your foe or does one have to know both sides may come in two extensions or have already as “gain of big sides”;
I’ll have all my competition know learnt as manifest Id of every nirvana gained in slave rhymes:
of everything I’ve owned and show as proof to every extension of worth to every mistaken “Gang Sign”  
rather than even the subconscious of belief of every duplicative extension reality at proof of self seen as if I that even enlivenment owned even the daytime;

This contemporaneous as conventional of the best of this age:
Perpetuated through time eternal as if spire was a switchblade to just a fist-blade finds heart-separating-breath to have you bleeding soul prone as relative in every ****-made;
Repeating poetry as if precision-aim-range lived was just a life to heart-protected of body of work as dialect-soul pierces all youthhood flesh of as if instead of the thigh as if the wisdom reflected work you imagine-defeat as it had missed-misses and pierces your heart-protection through the spire-contemporaneous-sacred as “bone” of every ribcage;
****** -lit-crave overtakes all renderings of the body of remaining as just this as I’m walking along reading yours for bliss-haze;  
Abdominal exertion absolution of currency of all structure as time motions flex compared posed as poetry is now contextual -body to know of what of whomever of “this” age;
Bicep growth to slow-life as all poetry becomes idle in competition as life again to “regrowth” idle idols as life to now just opportunity mere-stated-epic had just in the mere absolution rendered all to motions of time of this rage;  
There is no missed at all of work as all constant is now time;
None of it ever is ******* with mine;
There is no life again to re-correct or to ever re-see;
For none of it is never “ever” existence when ******* with me;
There is no regrowth as if metamorphosis of being time in pace of paths of “species even of duplicative Man” that will never meet ever again of know of this-phase;
Now psychological beings to body to poetry is now only supercede from just one being from time-absolute is now manifesting only Id-shame exerted poetry now to just a fist crave;
I take all body as if they were all as intellect absolution becomes only of youth now to wish-epic is Id manifesting now moment-existence of just what this changed
Like a dream--Contemporary Convention and the eternal infinite dropped down grasps lifts all heavy objectivity up as the body of just this day…

Winning is all it is
about life.
Fashioning and preparing
for what you desire is
not so easy to achieve,
it is the beginning of
something marvelous
and magnificent.
Though fate and destiny
we must overcome to find our
place in the scheme of things.
To forge our destiny takes
discipline despite of
magnanimous unforseen
circumstances that may
unwittingly upset our efforts
in an uncanny way.
The mind must be sharpened
and strengthened to escape
the perilous crafty pressures
of this pesky world.
You must first desire it,
see it in your minds eye,
stay focused and determined,
then give it form to actualize it,
and finally manifest it.
Winning has definite learned basic
duplicative principles you
must imbibe to succeed.
Winning and success are half brothers
to financial freedom which is
the cousin to wealth born of grace.
When Grace speaks struggling
vanished like the thunderstorm.
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