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When incorrect feelings cloud my thinking and it feels into darkness im sinking i just see a world where....where Cain had never did it, he tried to lift the rock but in his soul he felt convicted
My ancestry's energy gives me no sympathy for your white supremacy. So please exempt me from having empathy when at war with your privilege tyranny.
1492. The year America stopped being great, and turned into a country full of abusement, a center of hate.
The city roads are full of potholes. The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery. I sit in the garage at my borther's home. I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.
A slave to one's own mind. Time and time again, I sit there in a continuum of fluster. The strength I could not muster. For I am alone. Here to pick up the pieces to the puzzle on my own.
I am so over things being aesthetically pleasing. I am so over someone choosing one thing over another because they think it is more beautiful. We are all culprits. But since when is symmetry all that we care about?
It is my conscious will My want to always till A world that never stays still. It is my conscious awareness My life I impress On a world ravaged with tests. It is my conscious emotion
Lost in common misconceptions and perceptions From society's closed eyes Searching for direction In the darkness of deception Deciphering the lies With my mind's eye
After every storm ends lo and Behold the sunshine! Clouds part Disappearing into sunlight. Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again, Forgiving humans their transgressions.
What was I doing? Before I was conscious? Before I was thinking?
What would you change? You might shout out your own incompleteness You might notice that in the body Body of Christ there are many members How about how many languages do you speak?
Beauty Seeks its passion in every way,shape,and form. like a soft wind that blow,like every flower that blooms,like every inch of grass that grow, beauty seeks a rose. Like a kiss on the cheek,beauty seeks a rose.
Remember the times
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
Forbidden crystals And possibilities within Soaring through the questions Revealing secrets to wanderers Unknown colors and shapes Where paradise awaits Adventures unfolding
I feel like if I lean back far enough, I’ll see myself from behind.
A talk with my conscious He like me I like him Ahhh, no I don't He's always on me. Giving me hugs What's wrong with that? I don't like him Or I'm not sure
The only place where its not normal to be normal. humanity, humans, homo sapiens; we are so amazingly peculiar, different, the same. We are truly Simplicity at its finest; Long dense answers to a question that has never been asked. I exist?
What do I
Stop, Constant struggle to ignore the harsh words, drama and hate fill the halls,
I feel like I’m one dimensional I feel like I’m the only one who sees how I see I feel like the harder I try to be exceptional The more flaws are pointed out to me I’m scared of what’s ahead
I want to meet Miss Right A woman who balances my stubborn ways A woman that overcomes my adversities with me A woman who keeps my peace and sanity A woman who is conscious and aware of unhealthy paradigms
Before my waking life, I was colors I was the flowing frequency unheard Undetected Existing bodiless, yet connected still To everything that ever was A blinding flash of energy