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With a smile curving your lips
Like a drawn up scowl
And a bomb strapped to your chest
A gun in your back pocket
A list in your head
Of names
And of faces
You never looked back
Only the good will be spared
All the doors are locked
There's only one way in
Only one way out
It's all a beginning
It's all an ending
Your music blasts
Such the sentiment
Of a world unlike ours
make evil go away
Now or never
Walk away please
A man in a black suit
Stares in the reflection next to you
He whispers the words
Another day
Another day
Walk away
The Devil Takes Care of His Own
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That school burn. Everyone but five or six got out alive. He takes care of his own and the only ones who will ever know. Are you, me,and him.
the F*$# did I write this for?
Were both the same
Competitive to the death
The most stubborn around
Extremely caring, a hidden
Sense to help others
A mystical ability to always
Be there for people at the
Moment they need it

We’ve been friends and
Like most friends argue
Like no tomorrow, but
Were mirrored halves
Saying were nothing
Alike but almost the
Same person on the
Inside

Mirrored halves, they
Reflect the same and
Sometimes look the same
But arnt always the right
Thing, people say your
Suppose to find your
Other half….

But does a mirrored half
Of you the same do the same
As the other half?
They told me I was humble
Showing a modest or low estimate of my own importance
Having a tendency to decrease my dignity under others
They were telling the truth
My stature of one not as a boulder but a pebble
I am smaller to others, crushed underneath
They tell me it is a good thing
To place others above myself so I do not conquer them
Pushing them up even if I am falling
Unprivileged behind those who need love more than I do
It is selfish to not be humble
They tell me that I am
I wonder if that means I am weak
Or if that means I am strong
I'm living in a faulty world where no one could ever deny
A damaged heart that no one could ever fix
Broken promises made by people we love and we used to love
Puzzles of life and mystery we always try to figure
Expressed love that we try to get for its return

All these we've groaned for grief
Shall all come to pass
All wounds that came from companions
May be trusted
That's part of being alive
You feel everything
I'm here laying down next to you
Talking about life and what's gonna happen next?
You held your hand in mine and reached for it
Thought like we were lover in short period of time

Watching this beautiful night sky while stars are watching us
Telling us what it's like to be alive?

You lie down as your hand touched my hair
Thinking about the best and worst memories we had
And we seemed like we were in the very same page of our memories
Shared laughter, burdens and cries

It's so good to feel this way
I feel so loved by the touch of your hand
Wishing this would never come to an end
I wish it's gonna be you.

-Letter to Cassadee
-April 15,15
-dedicated this to a friend from white robin
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patterns contained within patterns.
magnetic anomaly brainwave synchronization
unrecognized vortex activity locations.
correlation amplification phenomena resonance.
measurable parameter brain wave activity
highly sensitive field fluctuations.
transducer low frequency geomagnetic pulsations
electromagnetic patterns: their associated chemical changes.
Weak intensity complex magnetic fields
generated earth hum technology affect
flux-gate sample collapsing fields
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experiments correlating local geophysical anomalies
earth's magnetic field changes consciousness.
single electromagnetic coupling mechanism
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upsurge solar activity alters brain rhythms, hormonal levels
healing nature mystic experiences
anomalous cognition ******-physical phenomena.
internal model reality - subjective consciousness
addition computational capacity
existential status may need exotic physics
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magnetic sensory cells induced meditative states
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No active effort required.
Magnetic mineral aligned crystal chains
embedded biological membranes.
atomic sublattices of ferrimagnetic material
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specific synergetic properties for transduction.
cuboctahedral morphology properties
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basic geometrical biological building blocks.
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Tracing disjunctive dislocations
Mother Earth speaks
Questions remain.
This year for Poetry Month, I decided to post a "found poem" every day. If writing a poem is like painting, a "found poem" is like sculpting. source - https://jcer.com/index.php/jcj/article/viewFile/318/343 - The Sedona Effect
the lonely dont have love they all live alone
spend there life in solitude living on there own
to them it is there way love they just dont know
living in there hell there feelings they dont show.

staying locked away inside there lonely cell
no company to talk they just sit and dwell.
love is just a stranger something they dont know
they live like a hermit inside there shell they go

it is such a shame it has to be this way
to them the thing called love is just a word to say
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