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late to the dance floor

(Sometimes you should dance the first time you are asked. Later is too late most of the time.) when they want to they do like a swarm best not to stand in the way of mobbing manifestations of destiny don’t … Continue reading

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standing in the storm rust the soul stand too long you crumble from within the ocean leaking from your middle saltwater eating at the outside I was born ┬ástanding in the storm long drops falling without end pregnant with sorrow … Continue reading

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I asked them what color were they feeling learned that yellow could hold your excitement could sing your joy could be the same as sea foam sprinkled with glitter came to understand that a lot of purple is in the … Continue reading

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Race Card

prelude language could help us build the truth wake it from where it sleeps if used like surgeons knives to cut past the fat the augmentations of smoke and mirror language has ever been a weapon always in the beginning … Continue reading

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For my Mama

my mama had hands knock you into next Sunday get you right quick she knew what you thought before the thought formed we were instructed to think good thoughts she was intuitive to a point she wanted things she discerned … Continue reading

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one in a million or one working harder than one million always on looking for the crack in the door lucid dreamer taking notes one more mountain knowing there is another beyond hungry tapped into the infinite growing vision exceeds … Continue reading

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9/9/15 Note

rolling through existence trying to make it make sense sometimes i wake up fearing the day i won’t thinking about the things I got to do worried bout the things I will leave undone waiting for me all the time … Continue reading

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