Bestivous .. Best Of Us.

On and on we are strong we don’t bother anybody and we know rights from wrong. We don’t need Murphy to tell us by how much or how long. We understand we must go along . No I ain’t rapping I’m just chewing up a poem . I heard the cueing up of my song . So I remain calm and I went def and depth with the beat with my thumbs . Looks like we are having fun . Some things are about how fast you really run . On and on still going hard six in the morning . I’m up quick with a stack pack full of critical learning. My buddy wakes up to say is that bacon you’re burning. I’m just saying it’s more to life than all that earning. Maybe we are rights and nobody is wrong. We don’t need Murphy to tell us by how much or how long . I just know this is my favorite part of listening to my song how the hell do I expect to stay calm . I’m sweating and I am ready by the way I shake my palms . You can obviously I got it going, on and on . Bestivous ! Best of us . Casually assuring the rest about us . Thank you .

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Calm On Down ..

Dedicated to my first and last thought.. I’m not near or here to break you apart . I’m not trying to be your hero to save you because I am smart. I am closing in on you my dear for I see well and too often stressful marks . Oh my heart open wide for a thought for you . Calm on down come next to me so we can listen to how love sounds. Calm on down life is deep if you don’t get enough sleep your dreams won’t be able to speak , I am here to keep you from feeling weak . Yes I am that unique , yes I am this soft and sweet. Nothing you or I cannot reach calm on down, calm on me . Teach me your fears and I will clear them from ear to ear . I am hope that often appear , when it seems nobody can see or hear . I’ll hold you up and say , stay with me let go and be in love with all that we can see . We’ll be happy , so calm on down, calm on me I got poetry to take on life unexpected necessities . Calm on down , calm on me , nothing we have passed can make me turn ,and ask if we’ll last .

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I Know This Is Why We Sleep..

I know this is why we sleep . I know not enough energy . I know happiness is not a industry. Relax and recover from minor injuries. Sleep now. Sleep fast ask yourself to seek out something vast . And not so long time pass and you start to make visuals in your dream last. I know ! Dreams are where real lovers meet. Another side to our reality. This is a possibility. Wide awake and I’m thinking what to make of my mistakes and cry as I try to escape. I know now it’s getting a little bit too late. So I close my eyes to realize that arrived to your place as a surprise. I don’t know yet if you’re mines . I’m just trying to keep you in mind. For I know love is literally blind. I know I must think of you as a sign. No worries, relax , unwind , and remind there is a story for what you will find. I closed my eyes and I heard her say you’re the perfect size . The dreams are where we exercise. I know this is where our dream collide . Did any of our love survive. I don’t know but I hope to take you to the other side. I know I speak well in my sleep. I feel awful if didn’t speak . So I say to you , let my love reach and then I can treat , teach , and complete. I thought my hopes were incomplete. Maybe I was also just a little bit too weak . But now this is where we had to meet. Lovers impulse on the same beat . I know that life now that life should be just as sweet. As we ask each other are we still asleep. I know already because I had to take a peak .

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Wall Post Unedited.. Ninja Status.

I am always ninja still. This matrix is afraid of my capacity to understand and to move with purpose. My thinking freedom comes at a time where you think on your own or something will predict your behavior and do it for you. I am different. I am more difficult than you know it about me . But yet I look smooth and simple. I guess this comes from my soul just holding me up well. I have volumes and I have depth . I am poet and my word creations relaxes me at every breath . It also surpasses any amount of wealth. Freedom is not just money or rights but is also good health. And once you get to this understanding. You are better off now than before. I am performing a lot better. Now that I know reality is me and my vanity wrapped into sanity. This just the way quick and handy work . Via ninja . I am ninja always.

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Mentally Sound ..

So very special, I want to be successful. I want to drive my potential! For I know love is essential. And poetry is working my credentials. I want to be a artist , so I can challenge the smartest . For I shown that I work the hardest and know that my heart is on my sleeve regardless whatever chip sleeps on my shoulder. I am understanding this is a good time to be a bit bolder ! I’ve aged well so I can’t get any older . For I have been thinking over and over. That I’m just a well tune ninja , poet , and lover . Always trying to inspire others. Often enjoy being just another person that pick up poetry to distribute a little peace of mine . So I am special ,so I have refine myself to let my poetry design itself. Natural art by itself with it own type of wealth. This is my soul carrying me towards mental health. A state of hope and humbleness and the constant looks forwardness.

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Happy Poetry Week .. And I Mean It .

And I mean it obviously. Because I love you for what you do and not the other stuff from the past that ran you over and threw you to far that you could not recover. Hey dear lover it’s your week to takeover. Stress should not be upon any of our shoulders . If you are older feel free to bless a young person with information on being bold and being told what the true value of your cause is . You study about all of this in colleges , and there and when you ask what your cost is . As long as your mind and speech is free it already covered by inner self poetry , the real life insurance policy. It does well when it inspires privacy. We all know a bit about misery . It tend to go on visibly and we consume it visually . That is my life literally so vividly nevertheless I keep on writing the hopes of the way it suppose to be . This poem is a toast to you and me for doing our duty for holding and molding true beauty to show off how golden we are . Happy poetry week so casually . It’s something like my specialty.

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This is my poem of what happens when things go wrong , they go awfully wrong . And your fears come stumbling along when you are emotionally weak but physically strong and your life seems to keep going on . On and on in another place where you are consume by space it has been many moons and hours since I’ve seen my face . I question myself if I won the human race and that when my story picks up pace for my body have issues to embrace. Am I in shocked or with faith. Is it both that I carry any way . This is the day that won’t go away. It’s holding me to stay. It’s like being there and being where you fall from grace into another place that you rethink on how your time was waste and this is where I’m at . I don’t know if I’ll be coming back for this is my great freedom of new contacts . I think I saw someone backpack. I will see if they can tell me where I’m at . And maybe where I can go get a snack . I just hope I am still solid and I haven’t cracked. I promised my love I will make a deep impact . To act off of a determined reflex . I am already thinking what next to expect . Life is not here yet . I’m not sure but I bet that I’m just a cure for what will be a option for keeping me the way I were . I was collected and sleeping on my talents . In fact I woke and saw that I’ve been given a challenge. I have to know why I have energy but no sound or balance. I am on the ground near a palace. I feel like being here but still like I’m somewhere else . And sadness wear on me well. I still have hope to know where I dwell .

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