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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Happy Poetry Week !

Easy said then done I know I’m not the normal poet you are use too . I’m not the poet that you’ll get introduce to . Just don’t get comfortable cause it may get unusual. I like poetry because it runs on life like a musical. And it’s so beautiful, art to art now we have contact with a visual. And now it’s up to me the individual to make some things less miserable. Like content in light becoming spiritual. Life never stop making miracles. Look at me still adding hope with and to my material. I’m all zoned in and nope I have just on me something critical. Poetry so insane that it’s physical . So I contain the mental and drip drain comfortable signals for most women will find me appealing brave and cheerful . I have this complex thing about me being too simple. With a comeback theme based on a wrinkle no steam just a well planned scheme. Poetry as you can see is a deep process from within . Now you know how all of this begins. It’s often based on whenever you get a second wind .

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Reeducated By Six Degrees.

Oh , how are you? Did really get this far by breathing and sharing the same air . No room left for us to really care we took turns learning when to stare . Oh ! How are you? I am old but I am fine . I miss how we used to do time . Leading each other to our prime , no thought or worries of breaking love or any crimes . The feel of guilt so far behind our minds . If only we could have read through the lines and readjust what we had to better mankind. A simple story of us knowing already the ways of trust . How we nevered discuss us . Oh . How are you. Do you agree or disagree that our souls are really free or are we just simply perfectly lucky . I am blessed to be reeducated by and with the best, the laws of six degrees of separation has been put to the test . No stress . Just the fact of knowing each other wild Friendly guess. I love how perfect we are when our lives clearly a mess but we have life to live so let’s do it as a conquest and humbly and comfortably rest.

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Reeducation Ramp ..

We all need some role to hold . This is the way to feed your goal . I carry my soul because it’s already whole, gold can easily break and be easily sold . Please take over self controls ! All we want is to properly be answered or to be told . No head fakes or doctrine based code . Brace yourself for something bold . You are a Christ like individual so continue to break the mode . Tell weak to seek freedom and speak. This is the part where life becomes visually sweet . Reeducation a criteria for oneself to meet. Tell the collected you are going to peak . Tell them to want more than a sheep. We all already have souls that are complete . All you need to do is just compete . I Call this the Reeducation ramp not to teach but to overcome anything and leap to reach . I preach to you storage holding that is personally unique. It will give your brain thoughts of being too sweet. Hell no ! I ain’t going back to sleep.

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Happy Reeducation Week Of Poetry .. Critical Momentum.

Go ,going , and gone. That is how life experiences travel with us . Like a gust of wind twisting some things around in a single direction. As well does the problems and answers . Most of my anger escape before I choose a forbidden mistake. Critical thinking is always coming to the conclusion of now being awake. Alert and powerful because of positive energy cycles . And infusions of skills, talent, and a constant opening for learning and holding concepts. We all accept answers but we dare to raise questions on arriving at the solution if that what it is . What is arriving if you are already at the right place at the right time. I say a blessing of maturity and responsibility will come at you st the speed of light and it will offer you options and a opportunity to just go to get going on staying gone with the wind . And that is how critical momentum carries us , by holding on to the experience of a lifetime. Wisdom is already a our pass time .

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Happy Reeducation Week Of Poetry .. Something Unlimited.

Well it’s my job to be ahead. So I wait . I keep a certain type of focus with me always. For I know I see things differently from you. I can’t say love without a action. Poetry helps a little but it normally just builds up passion. I think of one love and then I think about them all . A bitter sweet reaction on what often normally happens. My love my life my witty advice comes at a price . Am I not worth twice . Will I ever not be nice to you or you . Can I not make you cry and laugh just for fun . I don’t have a TV but I heard some women love that stuff . No I have any cash but I have a pretty thrifty past . No again. I will not pass you for your voice sounds peaceful like the wind . I know I may not understand you or hear you due to the wind but I understand you can do whatever you want because you misspelled when . Yes you and I could win . Winner takes all . A eye a heart and some skin . I will love to double that just incase I need to save my back end. I noticed this trend of men falling in love with a simple way of when . The state of strength in action a aggressive cavewoman mode . And if and when its unleash. How will you feel about her conquering more than free speech. Let love now be reach and let those actions teach us all how to properly fall near love and call it what you may just to focus on it . Reeducation makes loving unlimited.

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