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Stillit sits there, bones and all, grounded in the monotonous planecolor unyieldingPoised to begin, possessing the knowledge of the end.
Dear Mr. Poet, It has been some time since we last spoke. I still remember your words of budding integrity: "To be free Is to be most present and vulnerable, with mind, body, and deed.
What is… A frequency traveling, when parallel a vibration, oneness that awakens, Such a Miraculous sensation. As Colors of light we shun, a karma left undone.
words contain meaning so do actions we motion but which is worthwhile
great people die by making no fuss, ordinary people cry and make out fuss, but let us not make any of the either, No flood of tears too. Earthquakes bring up destruction, and men calculate deaths,
i'm searching for a word, i know not how to say i'm searching the imaginary, to bring to reality waiting for a moment, with no concept of time
The earth is often still and firm and strong
Let’s pause. Give it up for my boy Nas. The wizard of Oz From a fetus sucking His mama’s tatas, To stealing cars And breaking laws without cause. Call me the mamba.