rewound words in my head .... backwards paragraphs..misplaced laughs
math of the conceitedness ... could they always read it .. the way I wrote it ..
of course not it wouldn't be poetry.....
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the SOULDIER ..
comes back with a vengeance .. the most high .....said its his .....
so in my return
giving him all my receipts ....
so I back away again...
let the past become the block that holds up my temple ....
those pillars had been crushed....
the great architect.. doesn't need any stones ... so I don't ever get stoned
just a lonely poet when it comes to my thought...
most prophets doesn't have
an million twitter followers....
that eat in their living room.. everyday...
eggs that's been previously hatch makes up..for this type of abuse....and his name misuse...
using right angles...forming a truce.
...when others opts for obtuse...
we all are slightly off.... but the great creators judges
on life's curb....
when our enemies placing our heads on his chopping block
a firm kick
as we biting the end of the avenue ....
my images disturbing ... but to deter .....
Disregarding the way we were.....
SO ...have fun at your amusement park.....
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Cotton candy.. and the roller coasters rides ... besides it summer
I'm in this underground tunnel
learning to be more effective..with my present
that was given to give to ....lambs without guidance
Shepherds are needed
others ...aborted their jobs....
I used to call it a curse....thinking myself without ..it...
unimaginable
life is never rehearsed.....
we live once....
to give insight through a verse
allowing the most high ..love to disburse....
staying humble....only move when he orders....
my boot camp... as I await for approval and his official stamp....
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