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| Who am I? |
| 03.01.05 (10:09 am) [edit] |
I’m a revolutionary poet
With radical thoughts
Of progressive movements
To liberate the minds of people…
That’s who I am
And whom I’ll never forget
‘cause a lasting memory of regret
has enslaved the back of my mind
ever since I used to whine
as a little kid
and whom my mother used to feed
so I could shut the hell up
‘cause I used to cry
dreamlike tears
of subliminal fears
that touched the ground
and trickled downtown
and a forever lost memory
who only was found
by a gentle sound
of bottles crashing
and trumpets blasting
of lessons being learned
by my revolutionary actions
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| Thoughts Cross my Mind |
| 03.01.05 (10:02 am) [edit] |
Thoughts cross my mind
as fast as the sands of time
that blow in my face,
Wondering from what place
does this scent reach my nostrils
that i breathe into my lungs
Could it be the musk of a woman
waiting for me playing the Egyptian drums?
or could it be the smell of victory
which travels faster than the sun,
Nevertheless, the scent intoxicates my mind
with the power of moon and stars
that I have dreamt of yesterday
as I slept anxiously.
I can still remember me
jumping from star to planet in one leap
as I breathe in the scent
that flows throughout time.
Being careful not to fall
into the deep black holes
that lay beneath me.
The holes which many souls
have gotten lost
and never found again.
However...
I leap with precise aim
like arrows that hit white mark
Their trajectory
going into one direction
with no rejection
from the perceptions
of clueless minds
that find
and unwind
from the grind
with these rhymes
that hit your soul
with much force
like dark rogues
who find relief
from one dose of pure coke.
Why…
must this scent tease me
and provoke me.
Feel like without I'm chocking
reaching for something not there
can't maintain
but gotta stay up
with the help of the burning
in my heart.
Reach for stars and cuddle them in my palms
free stars that fall from the sky
pick up and lance them back
clocks ticking in reverse time
time after time with no idea why.
things going into one direction
like trains from the city to LI
Regardless...
We still smell the same scent
coming from the sky
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