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SMOOTH RHYTHMS...TASTING THE ESSENSE OF ECSTASY...WORD PLAY....DREAMS OF FANTASIES....REMEDY TO THIS HEART IS MYSTERY....IVORY CLOUDS DRIFTING BY...NIGHT...ENTWINING OF SOULS...CARESSING OF SPIRITS AROUSED BY THOUGHTS..MYSTERIOUS ANCIENT EGYPT ON WHITE BURNING SANDS....COSMIC COLLISION OF TWO SOULS...INTUITION....AURORA AUSTRALIS....MOONLIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW SHADES....THE CALMING COOLING CHILL OF LUSTY LOVERS WHO CRAVES FOR MORE...THE SIGHT OF EYES CONFIRMING THE BURNING OF DESIRES.....


MYSTIC...SEER....RONIN...GURU...LOVER...ARTIST...POET....ME

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EACH CHAPTER THAT IS ENDING...LEADS US TO A NEW BEGINNING!...THE PAST THAT WE R LEAVING...MEANS A FUTURE WE R WINNING!...EACH CHANGE THAT FILLS THE PRESENT...SETS THE STAGE FOR OUR TOMORROW!....AND HOW WE MEET EACH CHALLENGE...HELPS DETERMINE JOY OR SORROW!

THERE'S SO MUCH ON MY MIND...SO MANY FEELINGS READY TO ERUPT...I JUST WANT TO LET THEM ALL OUT BUT I KNOW NOBODY WOULD UNDERSTAND...SO I SIT IN MY ROOM...I TRY TO CLEAR MY THOUGHTS BUT THEY JUST WON'T GO AWAY...THERE'S NOBODY TO TURN TO IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS...HOW DO I KEEP THEM INSIDE?...FINALLY I GRAB A PEN AND WRITE DOWN EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL...WHETHER IT RHYMES OR NOT...I STILL CALL IT MY POEM...POETRY HELPS TO GET IT ALL OUT WITHOUT SCREAMING MY EMOTIONS...ESPECIALLY WHEN NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR...POETRY GIVES ME FREEDOM...THE FREEDOM TO SPEAK WITHOUT A SOUND...GIVE ME PAPER AND A PEN AND I WILL EXPLAIN MY WHOLE LIFE IN JUST A FEW WORDS...POETRY LETS ME BE ME WITH NO ONE ELSE TO JUDGE...POETRY HELPS TO SET ME FREE.


ATTRACTION IS DISTRACTION IN ANOTHER REALM, TAKES U TO PLACES U KNOW AREN'T REAL, MAKES U BELIEVE IN UNATTAINABLE PLEASURES, MAKES U FORGET TO ASK PERTAINABLE QUESTIONS, LEAVES BEHIND MEASURABLE GRACES, DISGRACES...AVERT YOUR EYE'S FROM PEOPLES FACES...NEVER QUITE SURE IF U LET IT SHOW...NEVER QUITE SURE IF THEY KNOW...BEHIND YOUR SMILE, IS QUILT AND VILE, ATTRACTION IS DISTRACTION FROM WHATS REAL AND WORTHWHILE.

AS THE INTERPHASED DAY AND NIGHT....LEAVES THE SKY AGLOW WITH RESIDUAL LIGHT, MY HUNGRY EYES TAKE IN THE FEAST THAT TELLS ME MOST, BY SAYING LEAST....A SILENT SCENE CAN STIR THE HEART WITH MORE POWER THAN MERE WORDS IMPART, AND LEAVE U BREATHLESS, STANDING STILL, HELD CAPTIVE BY YOUR OWN FREE WILL

CONTINUOUSLY SEARCHING FOR THAT FIELD OF GOLD...FOREVER LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO HOLD...CLOSE TO MY HEART, NEVER WANTING TO BE APART...BUT ALL I EVER FEEL IS A DEEP CHILL, WONDER IF I STILL HAVE THE WILL...TO LIVE DAY BY DAY...I SIT AND PRAY...THERE HAS TO BE SOMEONE OUT THERE, BUT I CAN'T SEE WHERE....AS THE DAYS GO BY, I SIT AND WONDER WHY...I FEEL THE TOUCH OF A HAND.,..BUT NOTHING TAKES ME TO THAT FANTASY LAND..MY SOUL FEELS DEAD AND WEAK, BUT STILL I SEEK...FOR ONE WHO SHARES THOSE SIMPLE THINGS...THAT LEAD TO THOSE GOLDEN RINGS....A LIFE OF SECURITY AND FAMILY, IT'S EASY TO SEE....BUT TO CAPURE IT, I JUST CAN'T MAKE IT FIT...I WANT THAT DREAM SO BAD, BUT MY HEART'S SO SAD...PEOPLE USE ME FOR PLEASURE, I USE THEM TO FILL THE EMPTINESS, WHY I'M NOT SURE....IT USED TO BE EASY, NOW IT'S JUST SLEAZY..THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH EVERYONE...IF IT FEELS RIGHT THEY'RE GONE BY RISING SUN...I'M LEFT FEELING COLD...THAT SCENES ALREADY OLD...I CAN'T LET THEM IN...SO I PAY THE PRICE OF SIN...I SIT AND WAIT...BUT FOR THAT LIFE AM I TO LATE...I'LL BE 24, AND I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE...I FEEL RAPED BY LIFE...IT CUTS DEEP AS A KNIFE...THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME...I DID IT TO MYSELF AND I AM IN SHAME...WONDER WHO I AM...AND IF ANYONE REALLY GIVES A DAMN....WHAT STEPS TO TAKE, AND A LIFE I'LL MAKE...NEED SOMEONE TO STOP THE PAIN, AND MAKE THESE DAYS OF RAIN GO AWAY....BUT BEFORE I CAN REACH THAT FIELD OF GOLD, I NEED TO GET BACK THE SOUL I SOLD...



FOR EVERTHING THERE MUST COME A LAST...A LAST MINUTE, A LAST HOUR, A LAST MONTH, DAY, OR YEAR...A LAST DRINK, A LAST COKE, A LAST TEQUILA, SCOTCH OR BEER...A LAST LOVE, A LAST HEART, A LAST KISS, HUG, OR RAGE.....OR EVEN THE LAST WORDS WRITTEN ON A PAGE.... BUT THE WORST LAST THING IS YOUR LAST BREATH BECAUSE WHAT IS TO FOLLOW WILL SURELY BE YOUR DEATH.

A MOMENT CAUGHT IN TIME WITH U, ONE OF JUST A PRECIOUS FEW....ACROSS THE SEA, THE SETTING SUN-SLIPPING UNTO OBLIVION...COMING TO US IN GOLD ARRAY, ATOP THE WAVES REFLECTION ROLLED AWAY....ACROSS THE HORIZON IN GRAND DISPLAY, WE WATCHED IT SOFTLY SINK TO YESTERDAY....STILL IN MY ARMS I HELD U TIGHT, AS THE FIRE-FILLED SKY GAVE WAY TO NIGHT.....I GENTLY KISSED YOUR LIPS, SWEET AND TENDER, CAUGHT UP IN THE NIGHTS MAGIC AND SPLENDOR....U WERE AN ANGEL IN MY EYES, FALLEN TO ME FROM THE SKIES...LOOKING IN YOUR EYES, LOST IN THE GLEAM, I FELT LIKE A CHILD LIVING A DREAM....U FULFILLED EVERY DESIRE AND NEED, WITH A TOUCH THAT MADE MY SOUL BLEED....OH, HOW I LOVED HOLDING U CLOSE TO ME, BUT TO HOLD YOUR LOVE I HAD TO SET U FREE...STILL EACH DAY THE SUN SETS FOR MY EYES, IN BRILLIANT COLORS, PAINTING THE SKIES...BUT IT NEVER QUITE HOLDS THE SAME FLARE-ONLY AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH COULD SHARE...A MEMORY I HOLD CLOSE TO MY HEART, WHERE YOU'LL ALWAYS HOLD THE BIGGEST PART...EVEN AS THE SAME SUN ROLLS IN TOMORROW, AND I FIND MY LIFES BEEN LOST IN SORROW....I WONT FORGET THE LOVE U SHARED WITH ME, OR THE FACE I MAY NEVER SEE...CAUGHT IN A MOMENT IN LIFE BUT THIS IS ONLY A DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT.

A beauty in the sky
Something that caught your eye
A vision or a thought
A touch that someone brought
A feeling of being sad
Expressing yourself when you're mad
Just something that you're feeling
A thought staring at the ceiling
Lust or being in love
Something that just flew above
Someone that made you cry
Saying that very last goodbye
A feeling of being all alone
Many ways you can write a poem



MY SOUL IS THE PIANO, HER WORDS R THE KEYS...TOGETHER WE COMPOSE, THE BEST OF SYMPHONIES....HOW MY SOUL REPLAYS HER WORDS OF THE DAY...LIKE A COMPOSER WRITING A PLAY....I HEAR THE MUSIC, AS SHE STRIKES A KEY....AN ORCHESTRA, IS WHAT I SEE...TWO SOULS THAT SHARE A COMMON GROUND...A FRIENDSHIP THEY HAVE FOUND...WHAT IS A PIANO, WITHOUT THE PLAYER...IT'S LIKE A SOUL, WITHOUT A DESIRE...IT SITS ALONE IN THE DARK, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO LIGHT A SPARK...A HOPE OR A DESIRE, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO INSPIRE...TO PLAY A SONG OF THE HEART, A SONG OF TWO SOULS THAT WILL NEVER DEPART..

I CANNOT BE DEFINED BY SOME MOMENTS CAPTURED IN PICTURES, NOR BY THE WORDS I SPEAK, OR BY THE LIFE I LEAD...I AM DEFINED BY WHO I AM, THE BEING WITHIN, THE MENTALITY THAT MAKES UP MY MORALS AND ETHICS...BY WHAT I PERCEIVE AS JUST, AND BE THAT MY OPINION...I AM WHAT I AM, AND I CHANGE THAT FOR NO ONE, ALIVE OR DEAD...NOR THINGS OR FADS, PHASES, TRENDS DON'T MAKE UP MY CHARACTER...IM NOT A WANNABE...JUST ME

THE PATH TO LOVE AND HAPPINESS, IS REALLY NOT OUTSIDE, ITS BORN FROM TRUTH AND HONESTY, AND NOT WITHIN A LIE...IT GROWS WITHIN THE FEELINGS, THAT CENTERS IN YOUR HEART, IT FEEDS ON TRUST AND LOYALTY, AND DOES NOT FALL APART...IT LIFTS U WHEN YOU'RE BURDENED, AND HOLDS U WHEN YOU'RE SAD, IT SECURES U WHEN YOU'RE JEALOUS, AND LAUGHS WHEN U ARE MAD...AND THROUGH THE JOYS AND SORROWS, OF LOVE AND HATE AND FEAR, THE MEMORIES CREATED, SHOULD LAST THROUGHTOUT YOUR YEARS...LOVING IS THE ANSWER, IT GROWS FROM WHAT U LEARN, YOUR THOUGHTS CREATE THE FUTURE, THE POINT OF NO RETURN...WHEN U GO OFF CENTER, AND LOSE YOUR SENSE OF PRIDE, THE NEGATIVE SURROUNDS U, WITH BITTER WORDS AND LIES...SOMETIMES IN DECISION, AND SOMETIMES IN REGRET, SOMETIMES INSECURITY, AND SOMETIMES AS A THREAT...BECAUSE OF CONSTANT PRESSURE, BECAUSE OF FEAR OF WHY, BECAUSE OF ALL THE QUESTIONS, AND BECAUSE OF ALL THE LIES...U NEED TO TOUCH YOUR CENTER, IS WHAT I CAN SUGGEST, GET HOLD OF FAITH AND CONFIDENCE, THIS IS THE LAST REQUEST...U NEED TO START THINGS OVER, STARTING WITH THE TRUTH, U NEED TO START TO CHANGE THE PAST, BEGAN WITHIN YOUR YOUTH...YOU'RE JUST A FISH IN WATER, SWIMMING FOR YOUR LIFE, A THINKING FEELING PERSON, LOOKING FOR WHATS RIGHT...U NEED TO TOUCH THE CHILD, HELD DEEP WITHIN US ALL, ESCAPE THROUGH TRUTH AND HONESTY, NOT UP AGAINST THE WALL...PETS SHOW US THIS SECRET, THEY GIVE LOVE WHITHOUT CONCERN, THE MESSAGE HERE IS GIVING, WITH NO THOUGHTS OF GETTING ANYTHING IN RETURN...WRITTEN AS AN OMEN, ABOUT THE QUEST FOR LIFE, A THOUGHT PROVOKING COMMENTARY, ABOUT SEARCHING FOR WHATS RIGHT...U CAN BE A MARTYR AND DESTROY WHAT U HAVE LEARNED, OR U COULD BE IN ECSTASY, A PLACE THAT U MUST EARN...YOUR THOUGHTS BECOME THE FUTURE--THE POINT OF NO RETURN.



HAVE U BEGUN TO QUESTION THE RULES OF THIS GAME, REFLECT ON YOUR ACTIONS AND TAKE SOME OF THE BLAME...FOR ALL THAT JUST HAPPENS THERE MUST BE A CAUSE, TO FIND IT...THE ANSWER, SIT BACK AND JUST PAUSE...FEEL WHAT YOU'RE THINKING....INVESTIGATE ALL...THINK WHAT YOU'RE FEELING...GROW TO STAND TALL...LOOK AT YOURSELF THEN PONDER THE FACTS, IT'S A POSITIVE ATTITUDE THAT MAKES U ATTRACT....ALL IS IN HARMONY....IT'S A QUIETING SOUND, THE SECRET OF LIFE IS VERY PROFOUND...THE REASON IS CURIOUS, AS ABOVE SO BELOW AND KNOWLEDGE IS HIDDEN AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW

I ONCE READ A BOOK ABOUT THE SECRET OF THINGS, ONLY START WONDERING ABOUT TRUTH AND MEANING...IT WAS A VISION OF LIFE THAT CAME FROM WITHIN, AND IT FILLED ME WITH DESTINY ABOUT THE WORLD WE LIVE IN...IT WAS WRITTEN IN SYMBOLS, IN NUMBERS AND FORMS, THE NATURE OF PERFECTION, FROM THE SEED TO REBORN....ALL THE ASPECTS OF LIFE U MUST DISCOVER IN SELF, AND RISE TO ACCOMPLISH ALL U HOPE FOR YOURSELF...BUT THE PATH TO THE ANSWER IS TRAVELED WITHIN, REVEALED TO THE MIND BY A STUDY OF YIN...THE YANG IS THE OUTER AND A VIEW OF CONTRADICTIONS, YOU'RE FIGHTING AND STRUGGLING ALL OF LIFE'S OPPOSITIONS...YIN POWER IS QUIET AND PEACEFUL AND STILL, AND YOUR MIND IS IN FOCUS TO UNDERSTAND...AND IT WILL

U CAN STUDY THE ANCIENTS FOR ALL THATS CONCEALED, OR U CAN LOOK TOWARD INTENTIONS TO HAVE IT ALL BE REVEALED...IT'S AS SIMPLE AS SAYING THAT YOUR THOUGHTS ARE ALIVE, THEY CREATE ACTION AND REACTIONS UNSEEN TO THE EYES...IT'S DIFFICULT UNDERSTANDING THAT LIFE'S A CHARADE, OR THAT FEARS CREATE REALITY...IF YOUR'E SLIGHTLY AFRAID... A GURU CAN TEACH U THE PATH THAT'S UNSAID, THESE WORDS TRY TO SHOW U THAT IT'S INSIDE YOUR HEAD... THE EFFECT OF KNOWLEDGE IS ABOUT TO UNFOLD...THE MISSING LINK IN THIS PUZZLE IS NOT SEIZING YOUR GOALS..

master numbers

Master numbers possess more potential than other numbers. They are highly charged, difficult to handle, and require time, maturity, and great effort to integrate into one's personality.

The 11 is the most intuitive of all numbers. It represents illumination; a channel to the subconscious; insight without rational thought; and sensitivity, nervous energy, shyness, and impracticality. It is a dreamer. The 11 has all the aspects of the 2, enhanced and charged with charisma, leadership, and inspiration. It is a number with inborn duality, which creates dynamism, inner conflict, and other catalyses with its mere presence. It is a number that, when not focused on some goal beyond itself, can be turned inward to create fears and phobias. The 11 walks the edge between greatness and self-destruction. Its potential for growth, stability, and personal power lies in its acceptance of intuitive understanding, and of spiritual truths. For the 11, such peace is not found so much in logic, but in faith. It is the psychic's number.

The 22 is the most powerful of all numbers. It is often called the Master Builder. The 22 can turn the most ambitious of dreams into reality. It is potentially the most successful of all numbers. It has many of the inspirational insights of the 11, combined with the practicality and methodical nature of the 4. It is unlimited, yet disciplined. It sees the archetype, and brings it down to earth in some material form. It has big ideas, great plans, idealism, leadership, and enormous self-confidence. If not practical, the 22s waste their potential. Like the 11, the 22 can easily shrink from its own ambition, causing difficult interior pressures. Both the 11 and the 22 experience the pressure-cooker effect very strongly, particularly at an early age. It must work toward the realization of goals that are larger than personal ambition. The 22 serves the world in a practical way.

The 33 is the most influential of all numbers. It is the Master Teacher. The 33 combines the 11 and the 22 and brings their potential to another level. When expressed to the fullest, the 33 lacks all personal ambition, and instead focuses its considerable abilities toward the spiritual uplifting of mankind. What makes the 33 especially impressive, is the high level of sincere devotion. This is shown in its determination to seek understanding and wisdom before preaching to others. The 33 in full force is extremely rare.

The skeletal system is comprised of many bones. In particular, your skull has 22 bones and your back has 33 vertebrae. Your rib cage has 11 true ribs on each side. There is a twelfth rib (on each side) but is not considered a true rib because it is not bone.
11, 22, and 33 are precise numbers. They are also multiples of 11. I couldn't even begin to calculate the odds of these numbers being encoded within our DNA through any process other than intelligent thought.

Freemason and illuminati are one of the same...They use numerology master numbers, so that nothing goes wrong....Master numbers represent perfection...like a perfect plan...such as 911...911 is filled with the master number 11...

WTC Facts:
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* The date of the attack: 9/11 - 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.

* Each building had 110 stories.

* After September 11th there are 111 days left to the end of the year.

* September 11th is the 254th day of the year: 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.

* 119 is the area code for Iraq/Iran. 1 + 1 + 9 = 11, 911 - 119 are opposites - enemies?
11 11 polarity.

* Twin Towers - standing side by side, looks like the number 11.

* The first plane to hit the towers was Flight 11.



* State of New York - The 11th State added to the Union.

* "New York City" has 11 letters.

* "Afghanistan" - 11 letters.

* "The Pentagon" - 11 letters.

* "Ramzi Yousef" - 11 letters (convicted of orchestrating the attack on the WTC in 1993).

* Flight 11 - 92 on board - 9 + 2 = 11.

* Flight 11 had 11 crew members onboard.

* Flight 77 - 65 on board - 6 + 5 = 11.


Twin Towers =11 + Flight 11 + September, 11th = 33

In Freemasonry 33 is the highest degree there is. Certain members of the U.S. Government and the U.S. Military knew the event was going to happen because they are the ones who planned it. They worked together with Osama bin Laden to bring this event to pass.

The Elite Mason worships toward the East, because they are pagan Sun worshippers, hence the Eastern Star. Most other Masons do not even realize this. In their Lodges, the North is empty as a symbol of their belief about that direction. Why do Masons believe this way about the North? The Bible states that God sits on His throne in the north [Isaiah 14:13]. By striking the North Tower first, the Illuminist Masons guiding this world into the New World Order may have been symbolically striking at God and His system, the Old World Order!

If you tie these two understandings together, you should realize why the first aircraft designated '11' hit the North Tower first. North is the direction of God's throne.

We know who is behind the terrible tragedy simply by the occult Illuminist signature. Osama bin Laden was only carrying out part of the plan which originated from the Illuminati. If American, British, and Israeli Intelligence really wanted a man out of the way, they would get him no matter how rich or powerful or protected he might be. Osama bin Laden is alive today only because the Illuminati wants him to be alive.

Let's examine representations of various eleven's woven into this terrible tragedy.

1. The first 11 is formed by the day on which this tragedy occurred, September 11.

2. The second 11 is formed by adding the 9th month, September, and the date, [9 + 1 + 1], forming another 11.

3. The third 11 is formed by the airplane number that first crashed into the World Trade Tower. That plane was American Airlines Flight 11.

4. The fourth 11 is formed by the airplane number that crashed into the Pentagon. That plane was United Airlines Flight 77 [11 x 7].

5. The fifth 11 is formed by the North Twin Tower of the World Trade Center was 110 stories tall [11 x 10]

6. The sixth 11 is formed by South Twin Tower, the World Trade Center was 110 stories tall [11 x 10]

7. The Architecture of the Twin Towers [ 11 ] of the World Trade Center -- Satanists love to express their beliefs and their goals in architecture. Thus, many of the buildings of Washington, D.C., were created originally with occult symbols on them, and in them. This fact is the reason why the street designs are created in such a way as to form Satanic symbols. The streets north of the White House form an inverted Pentagram, the Goatshead of Mendes, while the streets joining the White House to the Capitol form one side of a Masonic Compass, while other streets form the Masonic Square and Rule.

8. The eighth '11' is formed by one of the doomed flights, where the crew totaled '11'.

9. The ninth '11' is formed by the fact that September 11 is the 254th day of the year. When you add 2 + 5 + 4 you get '11'

10. The tenth '11' is formed because, after September 11, there are 111 days left in the year.

11. The eleventh '11' is formed by the historic fact that New York State was the 11th state to join the Union in preparation to create the 13-state confederation that would declare independence from England.

We have at least 11 firm and fundamental instances in which this tragedy was carried out "by the numbers" just as any Illuminist would want, because they believe a good plan can fail unless it is carried out according to the correct numbers sacred to the Satanist. The more numbers, the greater the chance of success. This very strong numeric signature on this attack clearly sends a signal to the rest of the occult world that this event was Illuminist, and that it signaled the beginning of a further series of events that will bring the world to the coveted Third World War that will produce Antichrist.


For thousands of years the global elite (members of the Brotherhood) have communicated via symbology. Just like all the events listed on the "Table of Coincidence" which coincide with the astronomical alignments of 19.5 and 33 degrees the September 11th event was planned as well

There are many reasons for the attack, one is to bring America into war and another is to further the destruction of the economy. As days pass we are getting closer and closer to Anti-Christ. It can be stopped. If YOU want it to.

When America goes to war it will be fighting a war which was planned along time ago. One sure way to stop their plan is to show Military personnel who the true enemy is. Then Military people wouldn't carry out their plan. All they do is make people suffer and fight wars in the name of their God, Satan.

Prophecy is nothing more then a collection of future events which are agreed upon by men.

George W. Bush's birthday equals the master number 33, and it was Bush whose name equals the master number 11 who ordered all flags be flown at half-mast until September 22! Sept. 22 is 11 days after the event. It completed the triangle 11, 22, 33.


What universal forces have defamed the wonderful number 13? Throughout the streets of Paris, the Americas, and other parts of the world you can live in apartment 12, or even

11, but the number thirteen is feared to the point of deletion. What has made the people so afraid that flights are avoided, days are feared, and tragedy is expected? The culture perceives Friday the 13th synonymous with DEATH. But truth be known - 13 IS LIFE!

It IS the most magical number of them all! It is a number of PERFECTION. It is the number of LIFE, it is the number of TIME, it is the number of the ETERNAL PROMISE!

HUMAN LIFE = (ONE.. (ONE)

1 sperm (13 chromosomes) + 1 Ovum (13 chromosomes) = 26 (zygote)

A+B+C+D+E+F+G+H+I+J+K+L+M+N+O+
P+Q+U+R+S+T+U+V+W+X+Y+Z=26

(Thirteen) + (Thirteen) = 26

LIFE

Leonardo Fibonacci discovered a mathematical pattern found in the structure of LIFE. It is the mathematical pattern which creates seashells, flowers, plant stems. This formula is reflected throughout the breeding patterns of rabbits, bees, and even in the quantum multiplication of electrons. The formula for LIFE is the sum of two preceding numbers, starting with the ONE.


(1) + 1 + 2 + 3+ 5+8+13 (all life begins in the ONE)

PRECESSIONAL TIME

Precession is the measurement of the Earth's Vernal Point in an east to west direction across the sky. One Precessional Year or cycle takes 26,000 normal years, it is the largest and most perfect

measurement of TIME. And is constructed of Twelve Great Precessional Ages or Platonic Months of 2,150 Years, which determines the era of a particular epoch.

ANNUAL TIME
Precessional Year is 12 Platonic Months = 13 or (26,000 years)

One Zodiac + 12 Signs = 13

1 Year is 12 months (cycles) = 13

ETERNAL TIME
(ONE) + (Twelve) = 13 (life begins in the ONE).
JESUS + 12 Disciples = 13

For a reflective people are these not SIGNS?
For a scientific people are these not SIGNS!

These are simple FACTS. Don't believe the lies!! Embrace the number, meditate upon it, and celebrate it! It is very nature of your being, it is what makes YOU, and it is what will help SAVE YOU, because in it is the promise of ETERNAL LIFE - it is GLORIOUS! Everything was CREATED by DIVINE DECREE!

What does this really mean?

ANCIENT EVIDENCE

**The Mayan calendar renowned for its astronomical precision (it is the most astronomically correct calendar ever created), consists of a series of cycles of TIME, known as Bak'tun's. The Mayans believed the entire span of TIME was to last exactly 13 Bak'tun cycles. After the end of the 13th cycle the world was determined to end in cosmic cataclysm! Astronomers were finally able to coordinate the ancient Mayan calendar with ours during a solar eclipse in 1991, which the Maya predicted to the MINUTE many millennia ago. The mortal fear behind this discovery is that according to the Mayan calendar this world will end on December 2012, our TIME!

10,000BC - 9,000BC - 8,000BC - 7,000BC - 6,000BC - 5,000BC - 4,000BC - 3,000BC - 2,000BC - 1,000BC - 0 - 1,000CE - 2,000CE = 13 Bak'tuns

2000 - 2001 - 2002 - 2003 - 2004 - 2005 - 2006 - 2007 - 2008 - 2009 -2010 - 2011 - 2012 = 13 Years

Remember the great Mayan civilizations disappeared without a trace, creating a mystery modern 'modern' man cannot solve. No one really knows where they went!!

What does this really mean???

POLITICAL EVIDENCE

***In the Nation's Capitol the father of "ONE nation under God," George Washington, is memorialized in the rotunda ceiling on a mural entitled, The Apophiosis of Washington. The mural pictures the nations first father surrounded by 13 maidens.

Original colonies = 13

Coincidence? There is no such thing!

"God does not play dice!" Albert Einstein 1879 - 1955

January 13, 1999

Basketball superstar, international cultural icon, and real life hero Micheal Jordan retired from the NBA after completing 13 AMAZING seasons as the most successful sports superstar of ALL TIME on Wednesday January 13, 1999. Thanks Mike!!

January 13, 1999

Zygote Media Networks, Inc. officially launches The Millennium Resource Report? project Wednesday January 13, 1999!!!! It was no coincidence. Thank God!

By the way; Mayan time is known as 13:20 which added equals 33. Well is that the origin?

poems

broken Smile
shattered heart
falling faster
into the dark
tired eyes
pale thin face
fragile body
lost all faith
wandering thoughts
darkened dreams
all his joy
not as it seems
weakened faith
weary hope
desperate for love
trying to cope
crimson tears
held inside
behind lonely eyes
they reside
distorted life
vacant words
slipping away
he's left unheard
muffled screams
silent cries
with bleeding wrists
he slowly dies

sort my files
empty my recycle bin
winzip my memories
delete the folders I put them in

program my life
change my display
open controls and settings
make me operate your way

hack into my mainframe
set program access and defaults
find my hidden files
unlock my secret vaults

schedule my tasks
restore my system information
defragment my hard drive
i may shut down, but be patient

make me whatever you want
im just an edited man
open up my control panel
fit me into this edited world

sometimes I feel so lost, not sure on which road to turn, or which bridge to cross...left, right, north or south?...money, love, lust, or greed?....what kind of person do I want to be?...as I come to this crossroad, I look deep down in my soul....searching and finding my ultimate goal....the desire to help others and share my love...give people hope and help them live....spread as much joy as I can possibly give....cuz without love the world is a giant sphere of sin...one mans love can change many men....planting ideas in their brains like seeds in the ground....That grow into trees, straight up towards the clouds.....trees everyone can c for miles around...shedding fresh ripe fruits with seeds of thought....some that are new and some long forgot....ideas that need to be relearned and taught, cuz without them it will be a whole world thats lost....a spinning planet of decay and rot....one with diseased and corrupt minds....will you help me to make the world less blind?

a deafening silence, so loudly it rings, confined in my head, depression it brings....my body feels frozen, pain spreads to my soul, I am missing the pieces, that i need to be whole....behind this mask lay my tears, but they wont touch my face, I am still on the edge, unworthy of this place....as it enters my body, I intoxicate the air, poison myself with each breath, it is more than I can bare....so please let me go, let me swiftly fade away, cuz this misery is spreading, more each second I stay...

magma waves cleanse the heart,
bleeding crimson rain my soul will sever;
traces of ashes moan to the confusion
cause this moment's ours- now and never.

auras r melting through the laced gloves,
igniting crystals of frozen light;
crescent- shaped emotions neglect fears
slowly fading, disappearing from sight.

would u be my guide, please
through the meadows turned to stone?
with the heart on the sleeve I surrender
while the fire rages in bones.

her scarlet venoms drip on silver spoons,
stars quiver last confessions;
hues of red entwine with the eyelashes,
drenching within satin expressions.

magma waves cleanse the heart,
bleeding crimson rain my soul will sever;
traces of ashes moan to the confusion
cause this moment's ours- now and never

friends parted, parents pass, broken hearted, punching glass, mindless writing, eternal fires, endless fighting, uncontrollable liars, unbearable fussing, stupid losers, unbelievable cussing, drug users, drunken kids, child abusers, gambling bids, punk rockers, fighting nations, hip hoppers, mental patients, dreams left unfulfilled, people committing suicide, friends and families being killed, denying fate In a false pride, an unforgiving shove, meaningless strife, over rated love....this is LIFE...

Paint me a canvas of beautiful blue, symbolizing the love of me and u...Splash on some orange like a blazing fire, symbolizing wealth, what we all desire.....Paint on some yellow with one simple stroke, describing the laughter that follows a joke.... Red for passion and purple for pride, white for friends who stay side by side....
Crimson for the blood that runs through my veins, splash it all over and hope it stains....Gray for the sadness and salty tears, Green for the strength and conquering fears....Paint me a canvas with pastel pink, to symbolize innocence and a playful wink...Silver for effort and gold for success, im running out of colors, I must confess...Life is all these colors mixed together, im stuck with this painting now and forever....This painting's my life from back to back, this painting's my life...and the painting is black....

If dragons r a myth, could I be the slayer?...With the magic of a mythical soothsayer...Could I rescue my beloved from a high balcony?...With a mystical potion derived from alchemy?....Never was I in paradise I have no lies to tell, Though I have tasted fire I have not been to hell...Eternity is infinite and far beyond my scope, Love has no boundary yet it is my only hope....The serpent lives in darkness I have seen the light, Darkness is the shadow cast by the earth at night...Darkness is the silence rarely seen in the day, Yet it is the home of a serpent never far away....The fire breathing dragon is as dead as the dinosaur, Burning like the fire that will forever exist in the core...Dragons that we can slay dwell within our thought, The only hell that can exist is a place where Love is lost

promise the forbidden, dip your heart in honey; let it harden....kiss my wounds; forbid them cure, then run away delighted....> Taste the fear; let it linger, Lick my blood right off your finger....(Savor it.)....chained identity to an anchor, deprive yourself a proper drowning...fall the petals of a broken rose; > To your lips they've been exposed....once pure, now stained by you, give me slavery; the same as freedom....(Do you feel it?)....want what isn't; wish for a falsity, loathe happiness, love despair, > embrace reality.....cry when the sun is out; smile as the rain pours, burn every joyful memory; and memorize what isn't anymore.....(See it.)....gaze into the hall of shattered mirrors, > which disfigured image of you is real?....battered, balled up - scrunched in a corner, life scratched upon your face:

poetry is cotton candy grains of pink sugar spinning in the heat of passion pushing out wisps of webs forming edible clouds metaphors that melt on your tongue swallowing my love.......

I am sublime, dreamy, electric, alive....I write with abandon, reckless for the ages...I create such beauty the gods r green....I scribe the ancient futures as they were revealed to me....I swim high in the heavens, soar deep in the seas....I speak with ghosts and share a drink wth Socrates....I breathe in purple sky, vibrant on the shores of my mind...I am peaceful chaos...I am more......

it takes a human being to c a human being for who he really is and why he is who he is and why he does what he does to make him who he is....who is he?...he don't know and u damn sure don't know, so why u judge him?...if u walked in his shoes and learned from his experience u would love him....he was born with a gift and u wasn't but u still judge him...why?....u waste your breath talking bad about him and he ain't even thinking about u....why?...cuz he's busy trying to find the right road to walk down while u talk down about him...doubt him, judge him, hate him, degrade him to the spectators cuz u want what he has and that's a gorgeous god given glow so u try to make him look bad, cuz it makes u feel good about u but it don't, and u still judge him...why?...he don't know and u damn sure don't know and nine times out of ten he don't give a f*$k..

i sat high upon the hill of green, watching ivory clouds drift by, lost in dreams of fantasy, when her flutter caught my eye....i turned my gaze and looked real close, when much to my surprize, she crept up a rose, silver tears fell from her eyes....little one, what makes u weep?, it can't be all that bad...she looked at me with those star bright eyes, "the magic, it's all gone!....no one believes in fairy tales or in happily ever after any more, they never chase their rainbows like they used to do before!....the pot 'o gold is waiting there, just beyond the colors fade, under the rock hidden in the willows shade"....but look at me, im not like that says i....im on the cliffs watching the dragons fly....she wiped her eyes and giggled and clapped her hands with glee, her tears turned into silver coins and she handed them to me....she flew up on my shoulder and whispered in my ear....always be that dreamer, and keep your magic near!

this life is a rollercoaster, makes u scream and laugh out loud....at the same time, everything is moving too fast, and im losing control....closing my eyes, catching pieces of dreams colored like butterflies....life is not what it seems, there's a snake in every field, a secret behind every smile....life is a cocktail of mixed emotions bitter sweet with sugar and salt....skeletons in the closets dance to the symphony on replay, written with lies....this life is a merry-go-round, makes u sick right from the beginning.....i shiver, left out in the rain; broken inside, for just being myself.

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everything in this universe was meant to be, anything of existence is suppose to c, but what we can not c might just be there....whatever u dream may be real...what we call life could be a dream, and we r running through its stream...time is nothing, but timing is everything....nothing is wrong, everything is right....ignore the noise in the day, but listen to the night....silence has answers, and darkness brings light....we r one with the universe, which is diverse in its self....working together to be one with the god within us, the planets, people, trees, and animals, the stars, beings, creatures, and dust.....its all in one, its not just us everything lives and everything dies....but nothing is dead, what was before will always be alive.....not just a memory, but an energy that some can c with their own two eyes....relax yourself, give it a try.......think beyond what u know and listen before u sleep, then youll know......the universe is deep

Let me give u what u deserve and nothing less,
have u come home to a hot meal & a Loving caress,
let me take Your shoes off, help u relax & unwind,
massage Your feet, while I verbally stimulate Your mind,
"Love how was Your day?" We could just talk about u,
candles lit, incense burning, today its all about u,
let me leave for a moment, while u slip into something more submissive,
poets & philosophers have written about Love, & now I know because I've lived it, let me drape Your bedroom with Rose petals, & the most fragrant Jasmine,
show u how crazy I am about u, and how I always have been,
let me run u a bath as I savor Your beautiful skin,
I'll take care of the dishes, just u be easy and hop in,
for an hour or so, let u have Your time alone,
do what u feel u want to, talk to Your friends on the phone,
when You're ready let me wrap a towel around Your beauty,
kiss u on Your neck, tell u I love u truly,
let me pamper u Love, whatever I can do I'd do it for u,
whatever ever u want me to do, Baby I'll do it to u,
My mind and my body, I devout it to Your happiness,
let me give u what u deserve ... and nothing less ...

After all the dead ends and lessons learned,
Through all the heartache and memories burned,
Could u open your heart and risk love's deceit?
Or would u lick your wounds, accept defeat?

After all the tears you've cried, the broken pride,
Through all the times they've lied, the pain inside,
could u open your eyes, to your own surprise?
Or would u sever your ties, accept demise?

After all the sleepless nights, countless fights,
Through all the bitter sights, wrongs and rights,
Could u open your mind, never look behind?
Or would u stay confined, accept declined?

After all the dreadful names, childish games,
Through all the picture frames, faded flames,
Could u open the door, to love once more?
Or would u recall before, accept to ignore?

After all the broken hearts, u will one day find,
Through all our questions, true love is blind,
Though a million things could knock u off our feet,
Always remain discreet, for sweet, loves deceit.....

In the midst of your kiss my heartbeat quickens,
Like two petals we've fallen from the same rose,
The unbelievable thought of your love thickens,
As your soft, sensual brown hair tickles my nose.

Like warm chocolate, my heart it melts for u,
Still the taste of your love is as sweet as ever,
On the balcony of eternity, the most perfect view,
We stand together, glancing on the peak of forever.

My head spins at the collisions of visions of love,
Incapable to think about anything but your smile,
With u im halfway to heaven, my angel from above,
A lasting romance so worthwhile, perfect and versatile.

The depth of our love like an ocean will never be known,
I'll always savor the strawberry flavor of your immaculate kiss,
Soaked with your love to the bone, hearts etched in stone,
Never a moment I'll miss, but still searching for that moment I miss.....

Listen with your heart,
To the voices in the wind....
Distant voices, fading fast
Trying to pretend...
They have no face behind them,
They know no time or age,
Angry gusts come bellowing,
In stormy fits of rage....
On starlit nights,
They whisper
A babies lullaby...
Bringing sleep to a tired world,
With a soft Spring sigh...
On a sunny day u hear them,
Chatting brightly in the trees....
Their words carried far away,
On a flower scented breeze....
The words they speak r clouded,
In a never slowing pace....
To every country round the world,
To every Earthly place...
Learn the language that they speak,
It's known to every man,
A universal way to let us love
And understand....

Life is not the same for all,
Some will rise while some will fall....
Each day in life is never the same,
Today u could be anonymous, tomorrow in fame!

Some r caught in the shackles of poverty,
While others float in excessive prosperity...
For those who can afford, life is a pleasure,
An unending list of desires without measure....

For some, life is an uphill task,
"Is this fair"? you might ask....
This question will remain unanswered,
As long as human greed remains unconquered....

Life on earth is no bed of roses,
As the movie hero very often poses....
Life is one cycle of birth and death,
Even a villain, on dying, gets a breath!

The best part of life is childhood,
When the heart is innocent and so good....
As man ages, the child inside dies,
He is transformed by villainy and lies....

The quality of life depends on how u live,
Less on what u get, more on what u give!!!!
Whichever race or language, mankind craves for peace,
Whether they r in India, France, Italy or Greece....

Alas! The future of the life on earth will depend,
On what some fools at the helm intend....
Those fools who think they can play God,
Could destroy this fragile world with just a nod.....

Power seems to make all of them blind,
"Kindness", in their dictionary, is hard to find....
When God has gifted us with such a beautiful world,
Why does man make it so worthless and cold?

The future of life on earth is in our own hands,
Unfortunately, we have no other magic wands....
All of us must live complementing our skills,
Not like vultures, scavenging on the kills...

My journey, my destiny, my life, my choice,
It all depends on me to drive a Mini or a Rolce Royce....
My Thoughts, my feelings, my actions is mine....
Greatness becomes me and I can rhyme....

My mind so brilliant, my heart is pure,
My body is healthy; I'm my ultimate cure,
Health and Wealth is part of my being,
My future is set; this is all I'm seeing....

My goals r set, my vision is clear,
I shall succeed; this is the end of all fear,
All aspects of my life shifted for the good,
I'm a positive person but i'm misunderstood....

Thoughts, Feelings, Actions,
My body is molded; my weight is still going down,
I'm exercising, I'm the king, and I'm wearing the crown,
All my worries, in sweat they will drown.

Thoughts, Feelings, Actions,
My brain is molding my financial freedom,
I'm feeling relieved, I'm receiving wisdom,
I'm happy and humble ruling my kingdom.

Question.
Don't be blind
C what there to be seen
Don't ignore what is not desired.
C through a disguise
C something for what it truly is
Easier said than done?
Try it
Look in a mirror.
Look into your eyes
C who u r
C through your own disguise
Uncover truth
Clarity.
Answers.
Answers to questions unasked
Look into the eyes of the world.
Answer the world's questions.
Give the world clarity
Uncover the salvation in suffering
Uncover the fulfillment in hunger

Look into the eyes of the sky
As it stares back into yours
Feel it sympathize with u
Feel it understand
For it knows.
It sees all

Close your eyes
And take a deep breathe
There will never be another breathe like it
It is unique
Cherish it
It's gone in an instant
Yet you are completely powerless to stop it.
To stop one is to stop them all
So enjoy every last one
Every last breathe.........

as life urges on,
we think of what's next......
what will become of us?
will it be perfect?

minutes grow to hours,
as the sun and moon shift.....
our spirits run high on excitement,
and our imaginations lift....

hearing the words of our elders,
taking it all in slow....
trying to be the best we can,
even though we'll never know.....

never know how it will happen,
never understand the reasons why....
all we know right now,
is we have to take off before we can fly.....

life is an enormous road,
filled with turns and dead ends.....
as we shape our lives,
we experience every bump and bend.....

walking down every road we can,
trying to find our way....
searching for our future,
not knowing it's the next day......

every day is our future,
we're living it now.....
yet we're too blind to c,
every who, what, when, and how.....

as life takes us down dark paths,
we learn to turn on the light.....
the darkness may be brutal,
but there's always a day after night.....

opening our eyes,

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The endless possibilities of your words have become spellbinding to me...i never want to taste enough, but forever crave them more.... i am connected now to u, and the language only u can speak....i delight in the journey of walking through your words; surveying the ever changing scenery of an often kindred heart....i am captivated by the colors that u so beautifully create....i hold my breath to take more in...more of u, more of your world. ..u invite me to observe the artwork u have painted oh, so vividly... and I stand in awe of your abilities...when your words become dark, i can lose myself in your mystifying creations...when your words r deep, i can fall into them; absorb them...and emerge a little wiser to your way of thinking...your pain speaks to me, sometimes even screams to me...I've felt your tears become my own....Still, I've come to welcome the comfort of your honesty...whatever it may be...i will say though, it can be more than haunting when it seems u share my mind, my heart...and u so brilliantly put it on display....and when your words r full of romance, I could stay in them forever...I'll admit, I may envy just a little...still, as much, I leave inspired....u have opened my sometimes uncertain eyes to the beauty that still lives in this crazy, confused existence...u have given my heart something to hold...I feel alive inside your world; at home among your words...

pink candy canes and butterfly kisses
close your eyes beautiful, let me fulfill all your wishes
slide down the rainbow into a sea of gold
to a magical place where u never grow old

keep a tight hold of your dear teddy bear
watch as the mermaids comb their shining hair
they'll sing u a song with voices so sweet
listening to them is such a lovely treat

chocolate drops fall from a vanilla sky
pixies and fairies r all flying high
scattering pixie dust over your head
this is better than any fairytale you've read

the glitter carousel is waiting to start
shimmering unicorns beg u to take part
the organ strikes up a tinkling tune
about a little cow who jumped over the moon

pink candy floss cloads float lazily past
time in this dreamworld flies by way too fast
a cute little elf reaches for your hand
ring around the roses then fall on the sand

butterfly kisses and cold lemonade
an enchanted dreamworld that your mind has made
so go to sleep sweetheart, close your tired eyes
spend all your sweet dreams with magic butterflies

the word forever is often spoken,
In relationships young and old,
Innocent hearts r usually broken,
with words that never seem to hold.....

Most know what im talking about,
some have yet to feel the pain,
the mind tells u without a doubt,
nothing to lose, everything to gain....

so u listen and take a chance,
forget all about flirting with disaster,
because love has u in a trance,
and your heart is beating faster.....

to hear somebody say "I love u",
could be the greatest feeling ever known,
but if those words turnout untrue,
soon enough you'll be all alone.......

still it never crosses our mind,
when it's all said and done we'll see,
that it's harder then it looks to find,
the edge of eternity........
In relationships I always avoid,
falling completely head over heels,
so my heart doesn't end up destroyed,
because I know exactly how it feels....

I used to love with my entire heart,
now I give a lot, but never my all,
so when the relationship tears apart,
i will have broken my own fall.....

It seems there's never a place to hide,
when times turn for the worst,
u have so much built up pain inside,
that your precious heart is about to burst.....

nothing that anyone says or does,
will ease the crippling pain,
your heart will never be what it was,
never completely whole again.....

I often hear people talk about,
the risk being worth the reward,
but when it comes to love, I truly doubt,
that the risk can be ignored.....

so fall in love and pray it's true,
wish upon a shooting star,
that your heart never breaks in two,
because u can never hide the scar....

is forever just a word?
because I think it is,
to me that words absurd,
whats hers is never his.....

sure one day you'll fall in love,
but will it last forever?
or will u lose your precious dove,
a love u thought so clever.....

fooled by seven letters,
If not "love u" then "forever",
I'd believe in forever better,
If it actually meant never....

because forever never seems,
to end up how we planned,
ruins our hopes and dreams,
something I could never understand.....

how a word thats so profound,
can fail us so many times,
although it never makes a sound,
you'll hear the pain it chimes.....

so I don't believe in forever,
because it's just a word,
relationships always seem to sever,
just in case u haven't heard....

diamonds, rubies and even gold
valuable stones, so im told
those who have them feel quite rich
those who don't declare "life's a bi*ch"

such value we place on material things
equating committed love with diamond rings
will a giant stone mean u love more
or turn u into a jewelers who*e

love should be priceless and never bought
a true lesson we've all been taught
search the mines, the ground and heaven above
you'll find the rarest gem is unconditional love

in a world unknown to many,
a world that i alone can hold....
no one can touch or cause me pain,
a world that hides inside my soul....

the only place that i can run to,
when i have nowhere else to go....
it matters not if im alone,
of my fear no one has to know...

with a language hard to speak,
that very few may understand...
i win each battle that i fight,
even if alone i stand....

blessed be the few to understand,
to live in such a world as this...
they too have worlds unique as mine,
for they possess such gifted bliss....

this is where i go for refuge,
it doesnt matter what the time....
and when my tears pour out on paper,
they flow into a perfect rhyme....

no one can take this from me,
its the only thing ive got....
only i know every secret,
and understand confusing thoughts...

no one can give me limits,
cant tell me what to do or say....
u see, this world that i created,
there r no rules i must obey....

only one name can this place hold,
a place where souls run wild and free....
this is my world unknown to many,
this is my world...of poetry...

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In life I've learned that there r numerous choices, Opinions heard in many voices...We don't know what will happen tomorrow, And that, to me, is a horrible sorrow.....This or that or the option "other", Makes me want to pull my hair out and anothers....I have to make sure my choices keeps me on track, Although sometimes it's not exact....For some, a choice is life or death, Or either to sleep or do meth....To let it out or keep it bottled in, To follow God or live your life as a sin....To forgive and forget or to keep that grudge, To loose that weight or keep the pudge....To listen to your parents or rebel, To slack in school or excel...To fight for it all or back down, To maintain that smile or frown....To love somebody no matter what or let that little monster eat you up inside, To stand up or try to hide....To grab that knife or throw it away, To change the world or keep it the same horrific way....To back away from that mountain or jump off the ledge, To make the right choices or live life on the edge....To say no or to smoke that cigarette, To stay content with your choices or live with regret....To turn away from this poem or listen to me.....Every choice that u make, u have to live with, Good comes out of mistakes that is not a myth....Now with every decision you make, think it through, It can decide whether it will turn out alright or even be the death of u...

THE UNREAL IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE REAL, BC NOTHING IS AS PERFECT AS U CAN IMAGINE IT...BC ITS ONLY INTANGIBLE IDEAS, CONCEPTS, BELIEFS, FANTASIES THAT LAST...STONE CRUMBLES, WOOD ROTS...PEOPLE, WELL THEY DIE....YES...BUT THINGS AS FRAGILE AS A THOUGHT, A DREAM, A LEGEND...THEY CAN GO ON AND ON, LIVE FOREVER AND NEVER DIE...AND THATS THE REASON WHY I PAINT PICTURES WITH WORDS, SO THAT MY THOUGHTS CAN LIVE ON....FOREVER...

someday these obstacles will be gone
one day weak foundations will become strong
someday new eyes will come from storms
one day out of what died will be born

someday raging waters will become calm
one day i will conduct tidal waves
into the sweetest song
someday reality's vast meadows
will replace this humble lawn
one day nightfall
will submit to the dawn
someday all the promise of me deposited
will be withdrawn
one day Kings will recognize, and serve this pawn.....


do u ever think of me
in the middle of the day?
do u c me gazing at u
in the quaint seductive way?
do u think that we may never be?
does that render u blue?
do u ever think of me
the way i think of u?

would u hold our love as sacred
as a rare untainted pearl?
would seeing me unhappy
make u want to change the world?
would u give anything
for me to feel the same as u?
do u ever think of me
the way i think of u?

at night while you're asleep
am i invited to your mind?
r the feelings that u have for me
uneasy to define?
more than a crush, or even lust?
too vast for one to view?
do u ever think of me
the way i think of u?......

try walking alone one night
on some bright city street....
listen to the noise and
confusion and chaos that
swirl around u,
like the music u remember
hearing the first time
u fell in love...
listen hard,
bc intricately woven
within every sound that
passes u by
is a whisper,
a quiet voice
that speaks with the
wisdom only
an aged and learned city
can possess....
and if u ever manage
to fade away from
the reality of it all,
leaving only the
intertwined rhythms
that tell the stories of
all the people this
great city has seen,
the words will finally make
themselves clear:
"To live, to learn, to love,
it takes two . . . "

sitting by the window just enjoying the cool night air
clearing my mind of all worries, tensions and care
shining so bright is the full moon tonight
amongst millions of stars sparkling so bright
the flame of the candles perform their routine dance
soft music in the background leaves me in a trance


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eloquently
flowing across the page
memories and inspiration
metaphoric imagery paints pictures
invoking many emotions
portraying an event
sharing sorrow
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with age and experience lessons r learned,
the moral of the story knowledge is earned....

each day u gain wisdom, u learn something new...
will practice make perfect in all that u do?
did your parents do well with the values they taught?
did they tell u friendship nor love can be bought?

have u learned not to be bothered by the little things?
true love can be priceless with the joy that it brings....
cherish each day to the fullest, have fun, live it up,
c it half full when emptiness, appears in your cup.....

what is a fool?...to me a fool is someone who follows the rules...someone who uses their tools to try to be cool....in it to win it but they lose....they had a choice to choose...but they chose to follow the rules....and that my friend is a fool...cus there r no rules...everything is an illusion...think beyond the fool and the confusion...get naked a jump in a pool...get in front of a crowd and scream out loud....jump off a plane and swim with the clouds....just be u and be proud...

listen with your eyes cus this is a lesson that needs to be learned....my words r weapons that brings truth to lies....in case u havent heard....

Don't be a slave to trends....its all pretend....so for here on end...don't follow the same road....look for a new direction....

and for clones out there...like my friend said...u need to stop wearing tight jeans and start studying tai chi....then u might c...that the life is not about wearing NIKES...there is more to life

I am who I am, so whom am I one may ask? I am a man, man that I am, so who is this man? this man is me, this man, the man behind the mask... what is behind the mask? SIMPLE, the man, this man that lays behind the mask is, though in body still a man....UNDERSTAND... a mind, his mind, seems to be something that is just somewhat more.... what is more? what does that mean? well let me explain...

By saying my mind is somewhat more, I, the man behind this mask am opening a arrary of possibilities to those whom not look past the physical aspects of what we r, whether a man, or a lady, that of which u r....u r whom u r and like me u r u.... SO therefore, to think in the way one is thinking, the man, this man, the way I am thinking is clearing the mind, his mind, my mind of all proper sense....2 speak, to talk, to explain, like this, it is quite clever is it not? I thought so, I think so, I still believe so....I KNOW SO....

So in fact, u can C, u should C, u would C, why ones mind is opening, is opened up, is cleared of, all things that make sense....THEREFORE, with that said, one might, one can, one will, truly make sense of what he is, what she is, what they r.... but ive taken myself off track, and still I havent explained who I am, I am a man, the man, the one behind this mask, this mask, my mask, a man behind it all....MY NAME, this name, his name, is UNKNOWN....
UNKNOWN is me, a man, this man, who is hidden behind the mask, a mask, this mask, of this....MAN

sometimes I sit late at night
and all I want to do is write.........

I dont know what I want to say
but I write the words down anyway.....

I try to make it sound good
like I know that it should.....

and I have such a good time
trying to make the words rhyme

It dont always come out right
but always have a good night.....

trying to make a poem good
ends up like I know it would....

thats all u can really do
long as u r always true....

trying to have a little fun
now im glad I got it done....

so now ill say goodbye to all
and let u know I had a ball....

I hope u enjoy this little rhyme
and had yourself a real good time....good night

dont dare doing dreadful deeds
cant call me u cold creature of choice
lust and lace is to all this will leads
u vicious vampire without a voice

damn u devil from deceitful dumps
please push your presence in the past
lizard of loneliness and luscious lumps
tackling your choices r quite a task

sweet seductress is secretly sad
let go like I've let go of u
merciless man makes mistake that is mad
bloody baby has become blackening mad

precious pope from poppy land portrays
guilty gatherings of golden memories
no more escapes and no more plays
regret has no red rose and no remedies

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in the still of the evening
without sunlight to intrude
i c the twilight's in your eyes
as the moon sets up the mood

playing music soft and low
while romance fills the air
i cant help but feel aroused
the very moment u come near

u submit to my embrace
while candles flick their flame
and the smell of sweet perfume
seems to drive my lust insane

as i look into your eyes
and run my fingers through your hair
i taste the sweetness of your neck
as i nibble at your ear

i then whisper words of love
as u answer with a (SIGH)
and in a very sexy way
your sweet body comes alive

your the heat of my desire
as we slowly come undress
i then start to lay u down
while u welcome my caress

with your luscious sexy curves
u have a taste i cant resist
and your breast show some response
when i touch them with a lick

as i soak inside your love
to a sexy love condition
feeling passions start to rise
while making love in (ALL POSITION)

u give me so much pleasure
for ecstasy is here
with u wrapped inside my arms
to this heated love we share

now (NO ONE) can come close
to this love that we inspire
for only u can fill this joy
and the heat of my desire

SWEET MIDNIGHT WEAVES ITS MAGIC SPELLS, UPON THE SLEEPY EYES THAT FELL....INTO THE REALM OF WISHFUL DREAMS WHERE NOTHING REAL NOR AS IT SEEMS....A TOUCH OF MAGIC SCATTERED THERE, AMID THE MOONBEAMS BEAMING RARE...WITH THE BREATH OF HEAVEN SIGHING HIGH, AGAINST THE KISS OF A STARRY SKY....THE DIPPER DIPS WHILE WISHES FLY ON WINGS OF A CHILD-LIKE LULLABY....I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT, SWEET WISH I WISH FOR U TONIGHT...OUTSIDE THE REALM OF EARTHLY SCENES, WITHIN THE HIDDEN LAND OF DREAMS...SOFTLY-MISTED VISIONS STARE INTO THE HEARTS WITH SOULS TO BARE...SOULFUL SOULS THAT YEARN TO SOAR, ABOVE THE MILKY WAY AND MORE...INTO THIS NIGHT OF NIGHTS DELIGHT UPON THE WINGS OF EBONED FLIGHT...SO THE SPELL OF SPELLS IS CAST, BEAUTY BREATH WILL LAST PAST MIDNIGHT WITH ITS DARKEN HUE, SLEEP ON UNTIL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.....

THERE IS A PLACE....WHERE THE MOUNTAINS TOUCH THE SKY...WHERE POETS DREAM, WHERE EAGLES FLY...A SECRET PLACE ABOVE THE CROWDS...JUST BENEATH MARSHMALLOW CLOUDS....LIFT YOUR EYES TO A SNOWY PEAK AND C THE SOON-TO-BE- WE SEEK...WHISPER DREAMS AND LET THEM RISE...TO THE MOUNTAINS OLD AND WISE...CLIMBERS CLIMB, IT'S TIME TO TRY....WHERE THE MOUNTAINS TOUCH THE SKY...TAKE ME THERE...OH TAKE ME NOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW...WHERE OCEAN MEETS THE SKY...WHERE MERMAID DANCE AND SEAGULLS FLY...A PLACE IN DREAMS I KNOW SO WELL...THE SEA INSIDE A SINGLE SHELL...FAR ACROSS THE LIVING SEA...A PALE BLUE POSSIBILITY...BEYOND THE CASTLES MADE OF SAND...TOMORROW IN A SMALL CHILD'S HAND...ONLY DREAMERS NEED APPLY...WHERE THE OCEAN MEETS THE SKY...TAKE ME THERE...OH TAKE ME NOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW...WHERE THE FOREST REACH THE SKY...PEOPLE R EQUAL AND DOVES STILL FLY...NO THORNS OF WAR, A PERFECT ROSE....THIS IS WHERE THE GREEN GRASS GROWS...OUT BEYOND THE CRYSTAL STREAM....LIKE DR.KING I HAVE A DREAM...IMAGINE SUCH A GOAL IN SIGHT...FOR RED AND YELLOW, BLACK AND WHITE...WHISPER NOW, LET THE DREAM BEGIN....IT'S TIME TO TRUST THE TRUTH WITHIN....THIS IS WHERE WE SEEK AND FIND....A GIFT IN BEING COLORBLIND...DREAM ON DREAMERS, HOPES R HIGH...WHERE THE FORESTS REACH THE SKY...TAKE ME THERE...OH TAKE ME NOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW.

PABLO PICASSO PAINTED PERFECT PORTRAITS PRESENTING POWERFUL PICTURES PROBABLY PROVIDING PRODUCTIONS AS PRESCRIPTIONS TO IMPALE DEPRESSING PROBLEMS PRODUCED BY PASSION AND PAIN

IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD, WHERE NOTHING WAS THE SAME...GUILTY TILL PROVEN INNOCENT, THE YOUNGEST IS TO BLAME...THE SKY IS GREEN, THE GRASS IS BLUE...WHERE UP WAS DOWN AND I WAS U...IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD THAT CONTRADICTS OUR OWN, WHERE BIRDS AND EAGLES ALWAYS WALKED AND CATS AND DOGS HAVE FLOWN...WHERE KISS IS KILL AND LOVE IS HATE....WHERE HERE IS GONE AND BAD IS GREAT...IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD THATS STRANGE IN EVERY WAY...THIS IS THE WORLD INSIDE MY HEAD, THAT I LIVE IN EVERY DAY


A BLIND PERSON MAY NOT C THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD, BUT WITHIN HIS HEART HE COULD C THE BEAUTY OF SOMEONE, INSTEAD IT'S THOSE WITH EYES WHO R SO VERY BLIND, CUS THEY FOCUS NOT ON THE INSIDE BUT WHAT THE EYES SEE..

LIVE LIKE LOVE LIES LOST LISTENING LIKE LEARNING LIVES!

A CONFUSION HAS CONFUSED MY MIND WHICH IS ALREADY CONFUSED WITH SOME CONFUSION...I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS CONFUSION HAD CONFUSED MY CONFUSED MIND...IF MY CONFUSION HAS CONFUSED YOUR MIND THEN TRY TO GET A SOLUTION FOR MY CONFUSION TO RECTIFY MY CONFUSED MIND...IF MY CONFUSED RHYME DIDNT CONFUSED U THEN BE HAPPY THINKING THAT A CONFUSED RHYME DIDNT CONFUSED U, WHICH REALLY CONFUSED ME...IF U R CONFUSED ON READING THIS CONFUSED RHYME THEN TRY TO FIND A SOLUTION TO YOUR CONFUSION...CONFUSING ISN'T IT?

I KNOW THAT U KNOW I KNOW WHAT U KNOW....IF U HAD ALREADY KNOWN WHAT U NOW KNOW THEN U WOULD OF ALREADY KNOWN THAT I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING BEFORE U WILL EVER KNOW IT...KNOW WHAT I MEAN?


SAUCY SUN SUIT SLITHERS SWEETLY SALSA SWAYS, SLOWLY SOOTHING SUNSHINE SMOLDERS SUNTAN SMILES....STARING SILENTLY SECRETS SCRAMBLE...SACRED SANCTUM SACRIFICED SLOWLY...SENSELESSLY SCOPING SAVIOR OF A SOLUTION....SCARED SILLY, SADNESS STRIKES...SILENTLY SHE SAID SAVE ME...SHE SITS SCARED, SINGING...SOMEONE SAVE ME...




.....A MIDNIGHT WALK
Current mood:OLD POEMS BUT NEW TO U

words that are inspiring and lift my spirits when I'm down, keeping my thoughts positive, so in misery, I won't drown.....the words that come alive, I can feel clear to my soul, a peaceful feeling they bring, like a lovely midnight stroll....taking me to a place where I can dream awhile, sometimes bringing a tear, most times a needed smile....we must have poets in our world to express our greatest need,
thoughts screaming to get out, many hungry minds to feed.....fear that sometimes enters and brings us to our knees, words that we write and feel helps to rid us of this disease....sadness that enters our hearts needs a great escape, a way to empty our troubled soul, so happiness can take shape....falling deeply in love, gentle words come pouring out, holding them close to our heart, loving them is what life's about.....watching a sunset, sitting beneath the trees, inspires a poets heart, it's simple things like these.....reading of a broken heart that seems beyond repair, reaching out to others, when we find the words to share.....happiness that's found, that overflows our emotions, can't be kept inside, produces words deep as oceans....the tender heart of a poet is a much needed thing, so much more than words, it's the feeling the poet brings...........

great times of depression, changing to ones of great succession...learning from our mistakes, knowing that there is no retakes....our adolescent misbehavior, to questioning our savior....from our birth to our death all in a quick breathe....this is life

the feeling of great desire, the fuel for your inner fire....the empiness inside, when emotion collide...dropping everything for a single cause, knowing they're the one without a pause...being there for those u need, watching the caged become freed....this is love


being able to fly and never fearing to die...not knowing our fear, with eyes dry lack of tears....never knowing any pain, just the sweetness of a sugar cane...leaving home without a care, just to do what u would never dare.....this is dreaming

living your life obeying the law, while criminals make cities turn raw....always holding your hopes up high, when deep down u want to break down and cry...questioning everything we do, to what scientists really try and prove...knowing only what we're told, wondering why the world is so cold....this is reality

spending our lives looking for whats behind that hidden door...the meaning of life covered by strife....u wonder about it every night, just for it u put up your fight...its covered with all sorts of lies, and those who realize always die.....this is truth

sharing all u know, to trusting a foe.... lending out your soul, just to reach your goal....going through hell to leave, to do what u believe...having hope for oneself and trusting yourself....this is faith

what this is , is a great composition of what makes up our disposition...we feel what we do and question what we once knew....we give our tears to our pain, only to have it washed away in the rain...we r taught to question, then punished for the answer we mention...we r told to believe, even when we see the world indulging in greed...we watch time go by, we r born to die...this is who we r...

new as foam, old as a rock....poems, and quotes around the clock...truth written as it is spoken, mends the hearts, which have been broken....how many will read what i think, while i try to preserve in ink....an old memory, or a new love, or ages past that i may think of.....water flowing past the stone, creates the bubbles we have known, purifying what time has brought, briefly as with each passing thought...warmth, and wind blowing free, with all the elements we can see...makes the world seem so divine, mysteriously in grand design....spirits wander like turbulent foam, searching forever for an eternal home...lessons are better learned before we rest, timeless thoughts must pass the test....peace flows in passionate streams, while beauty lies within our dreams...

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BEGINNING FROM CHILDREN WE SEARCH FOR THE CURE, THAT WILL CHANGE OUR OPINIONS FROM DOUBT TO SECURE...A MIRACLE POTION THAT JUST TAKES ONE DRINK, TURN DREAMS TO REALITY ...IN THE TIME OF A WINK...U WANT IN AN INSTANT-WHAT TAKES A LIFETIME, NOT WILLING TO STUDY OR DEVELOP YOUR MIND...BUT IF YOU'RE A TRAVELER ON A SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH, U COULD GLIMPSE THAT ILLUSION, THATS FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH...IT BEGINS AS ON IMAGE THAT SEEMS INSIDE -OUT, WITH DEPTH AND WITH SUBSTANCE WHEN CLEARLY THOUGHT OUT...SOME THINK THE FOUNTAIN IS A PLACE U CAN FIND, AND SPEND THEIR LIFE SEARCHING...WHEN ITS ALL IN THE MIND...START ON A JOURNEY THAT WILL CHANGE YOUR WHOLE LIFE, LOOK INWARD, WITH EYES CLOSED TO MASTER FORESIGHT...CHANGE LESSONS TO HARMONY, AND DECEPTION TO TRUTH, U CAN ATTAIN ALL U SEARCH FOR-THATS THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH!

WE SIT AND WE TYPE, AND WE STARE AT OUR SCREENS...WE ALL HAVE TO WONDER, WHAT THIS POSSIBLY MEANS...WITH OUR MOUSE WE ROAM, THROUGH THE ROOMS IN A MAZE....LOOKING FOR SOMETHING OR SOMEONE, AS WE SIT IN A DAZE....WE CHAT WITH EACH OTHER, WE TYPE ALL OUR WOES...SMALL GROUPS WE DO FORM, AND GANG UP ON OUR FOES...WE WAIT FOR SOMEBODY, TO TYPE OUR NAME...WE WANT RECOGNITION, BUT IT IS ALWAYS THE SAME....WE GIVE KISSES AND HUGS, AND SOMETIMES FLIRT...IN IMs WE CHAT DEEPLY, AND REVEAL WHY WE HURT...WE DO FORM FRIENDSHIPS-BUT-WHY WE DON'T KNOW, BUT SOME OF THESE FRIENDSHIPS WILL FLOURISH AND GROW...WHY IS IT ON SCREEN, WE CAN BE SO BOLD TELLING OUR SECRETS, THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN TOLD...WHY IS IT WE SHARE, THE THOUGHTS IN OUR MIND, WITH THOSE WE CAN'T SEE, AS THOUGH WE WERE BLIND....THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE, IT IS AS CLEAR AS A BELL...WE ALL HAVE OUR PROBLEMS, AND NEED SOMEONE TO TELL...WE CAN'T TELL REAL PEOPLE, BUT TELL SOMEONE WE MUST.....SO WE TURN TO THE COMPUTER, AND TO THOSE WE CAN TRUST....EVEN THOUGH IT IS CRAZY, THE TRUTH STILL REMAINS....THEY R FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES, AND ODD LITTLE NAMES...

HAVE U EVER WONDERED, HOW BEES TAKE NECTAR AND MAKE IT INTO HONEY, HOW TREES R MADE INTO PAPER, AND PAPER INTO MONEY....HOW YOUR BODY MAKES U SNEEZE, AND HOW WE CAN FEEL, BUT CAN'T SEE A BREEZE....HOW THE SUN IS SO FAR AWAY, YET WE FEEL THE HEAT, HOW WE CAN BE SO FULL AND IN A SHORT WHILE WE NEED TO EAT.....HOW OUR BRAINS FUNCTION, AND WE JUST GET UP AND WALK, HOW R TONGUE IS WHAT ALLOWS US TO TALK....HOW A LITTLE BIRD KNOWS HOW TO FLY WHEN IT LEAVES THE NEST, HOW OUR BODIES R SO ACTIVE, AND SUDDENLY WE NEED TO REST....HOW WE LAY DOWN AT NIGHT, AND PUT OURSELVES TO SLEEP, HOW DREAMS R ALLOWED IN OUR MINDS TO CREEP...HOW PART OF THE BRAIN SAYS SLEEP, GO ON OUT, HOW THE OTHER PART OF THE BRAIN TELLS OUR ORGANS TO MOVE ABOUT....HOW OUR EMOTIONS R STIRRED AND WE CAN CRY, HOW WE SUDDENLY BECOME HAPPY AND THE TEARS R DRIED...HOW WE SEEM TO BE 'OH SO FINE', AND INSTANTLY WE CAN BE HALF OUT OF OUR MIND....HOW ONE DAY U HAVE A FRIEND, AND ONE DAY U DON'T, HOW SOMETIMES PEOPLE HELP U, AND SOMETIMES THEY WON'T....HOW GEESE CAN REALIZE AND TO THE SOUTH THEY FLY, HOW BY HANDS OF A CLOCK MOVING, TIME GOES BY....HOW FINGERNAILS SEEM TO GROW FROM UNDER THE SKIN, HOW PEACE IS SAID TO COME FROM WITHIN....HOW WE PLANT GRAIN, AND HARVEST CORN, HOW SOME BABIES R HATCHED AND OTHERS R BORN....IF U HAVE EVER WONDERED AND ASKED WHY, THE ANSWER LIES ALONE WITH THE MAKERS IN THE SKY...JUST WONDERING....HAVE U EVER WONDERED?

FEELINGS OF CONFUSION, DEPRESSION, UNCERTAINLY....WHERE DO I BELONG?...WHERE DO I GO?....WHAT DO I DO?....PICK UP THE PHONE, NO ONE TO CALL....WHAT WOULD I SAY?....GET IN A CAR...NO WHERE TO GO....NO ONE TO C...DEEP INSIDE IS THE URGE TO SCREAM....AT WHAT?....TRAPPED...NO ESCAPE....HAVE THE NEED, THE DESIRE, THE WANT, FOR RELEASE-FOR FREEDOM !!!!!!

I need someone to show me something i've never seen before.....take me somewhere ive never been before.....make me feel something ive never felt before .....love me like no one has loved me before..... An Angels attention....What does it takes to catch an Angels attention? Do u grab her with your eyes and call her into your mind as if she was a symbol of all beauty to your eyes....Do u use your sense of touch and carefully cares her delicate skin, bringing her between your arms to feel the warmth of your body....Do u approach her and smell the scent of her soul hoping she smells yours....Do u listen to her words and hope to understand her better to fit into her world....Do u taste her desires and let them get into u as if nothing else matter but having her attraction towards you....Or do you simply smile =) and she happily smiles back........

THE SECRET TO A PROSPEROUS JOURNEY IN LIFE IS HOW U CHOOSE TO PACK YOUR SUITCASE FOR THE TRIP.... THE SUITCASE WILL ONLY HOLD SO MUCH, SO CHOOSE WISELY THE ATTITUDES, BELIEFS, IDEAS, THOUGHTS, ENERGY, LOVE AND RESPONSES U WANT TO ROLL WITH. IF SOMETHING SOUNDS LIKE AN INSULT, IT'S ON U TO CHOOSE TO BE MAD... IT'S ALSO ON U TO SHAKE IT OFF AND NOT LET ANY IDIOT TAKE AWAY YOUR POWER. THEY DO IT ON PURPOSE, U KNOW....

KEEP IN MIND THAT HOW U CHOOSE TO THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE WILL DETERMINE HOW FAR DOWN THE ROAD U GET AND, MORE IMPORTANTLY, TO WHAT EXTENT U WILL ENJOY IT!

RAKIM SAID "I DON'T LIKE TO DREAM ABOUT GETTIN' PAID" DON'T TALK ABOUT IT, WISHIN' ON A STAR... GET OUT THERE AND DEPLOY YOUR BATTLE PLAN TO GET YOURS LIKE SUN TZU. ...SET AMBITIOUS GOALS AND DO EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO MAKE THAT SHIT HAPPEN...

BE YOUR OWN WORST CRITIC - PUSH YOURSELF ABOVE AND BEYOND THE LIMITS OF SANITY - WHY NOT? LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO TAKE AN EASY LAY-UP WHEN U HAVE THE ABILITY TO SHATTER THE BACKBOARD WHEN U DUNK....

U NEVER KNOW WHAT TOMORROW HOLDS, SO LIVE IN THE NOW... DO IT TODAY, STAY UP LATE AND JUST BE TIRED TOMORROW.... FUCK IT, U CAN ALWAYS GRAB A 2 HOUR POWER NAP THEN BREAK OPEN A RED BULL AND GUZZLE THAT SHIT WHILE YOU'RE RUNNIN TO HANDLE YOUR HUSTLE....

LAUGH AT HATERS BC THEY R ACTUALLY COMPLIMENTING U BY HATING....THINK ABOUT IT? IF U WERE WACK, WOULD THEY LOOK TWICE AT U? NA, CAUSE YOU'RE THE SHIT....REMEMBER I TOLD U THAT...YOU'RE THE SHIT! WHAT HATERS DON'T KNOW IS THAT THE HARDER HATERS TRY TO PUSH U DOWN.. THE STRONGER AND TALLER YOU STAND....

A HAUNTING FEELING KNOCKS AT THE DOOR, IF ONLY TO SCARE U AND MAKE U UNSURE...IN WITH THE NEW AND OUT WITH THE OLD, A MEANINGFUL STORY ABOUT TO UNFOLD...A SERIES OF OPPOSITES AT A MOMENT IN TIME, A GLIMPSE OF REALITY AS IT STARTS TO UNWIND...CAUGHT IN THE EMOTION OF FEAR IN YOUR HEART, CONTROLLING THE FEELINGS FROM THE END TO THE START...BEEN THERE BEFORE AND IT CERTAINLY GETS OLD, A PLACE WE ALL FREQUENT...A STORY UNTOLD...IN TOWARD THE NEW AND BEYOND YOUR THRESHOLD, FIRE TURNED TO ASHES, YOUR LIFE PUT ON HOLD...LEARN HOW TO TOUCH THE SECRET INSIDE, AS U TRAVEL THROUGH TIME WITH NO THOUGHTS IN YOUR MIND...EXAMINE THOSE FEELINGS FROM STRESS AND HARD TIMES, AND FIND NEW DIRECTIONS IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND...OR TO CONSTANTLY REPEAT LIFE WITH THE SAME DUES TO PAY, IS LIKE WAKING EACH MORNING ON THE SAME GROUNDHOG DAY! SO REMEMBER THE FUTURE...NOW THERE'S AN ODD TWIST, SEE THROUGH ILLUSION...JUST MAKE ONE WISH...FEAST ON THE INTELLECT, ACCEPT NOT DEMAND...A STRIKING RESEMBLANCE TO NEW LINES IN YOUR HAND...IT CAN'T BE SO BAD TO ACCEPT CHANGE AND GROW, KARMA'S THE LESSON...U REAP WHAT U SOW...U MOVE TO NEW PLACES, DESIGNED FROM INSIDE, AND IT ALL FLOWS FROM VISIONS THAT BEGAN IN YOUR MIND...LOOK IN TOWARDS THE MIRROR...FOCUS AND BEHOLD, SEE BEYOND ILLUSION WHILE REMOVING THE BLINDFOLD.....

LOOK CLEARLY AT LIFE AND NOT JUST YOUR OWN, HOW MUCH IS REALITY, AND HOW MUCH IS UNKNOWN...IT'S NOT MEASURED IN BEAUTY, POSSESSIONS OF WEALTH, BUT MEASURED IN CONSCIOUSNESS AND JUDGED BY YOURSELF.... A LOOK IN THE MIRROR AT THE START OF EACH DAY, A VISION OF EMPTINESS...BUT A NICE RESUME....IT'S ALL IN THE CARDS....BUT ITS NOT YET A DECK, SIT BACK AND SLOWDOWN, TAKE THE TIME TO REFLECT....LOOK CLEARLY AT LIFE AND INTO YOUR OWN, UNDERSTANDING THE CHOICES THAT CANNOT BE POSTPONED

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pressure is placed on all shoulders, promising futures r often sought, beauty lies with unsuspecting beholders, with lessons, that have yet been taught....prosperity awaits, those who endeavor, the highest of highs and lowest of lows, with inspiration and thoughts so clever, as u embark on this journey u chose.....the memories of yesterday's corruption, haunt the ambition of tomorrow's dreams, beware of lifes complicated interruption, for nothing shall ever be what it seem....your word is your greatest possession, as only u have the power to betray, for some, manipulation becomes profession, a modest influence is what they'll portray.....remain faithful to yourself and desires, never jeopardize, for a moment of glory, hard work and heart is all life requires, we're all writers of our own life story..

U R THE SWEET THAT GOES WITH EVERY SOUR...THE RAINBOW AFTER EVERY STORM...U R GOOD IN EVERY SHAPE AND FORM...U R THE INNOCENCE IN EVERY CHILD...THE SENSATION AFTER A FIRST KISS...U R THE FEELING THAT PUTS MY HEART IN A STATE OF BLISS...U R THE PEP IN EVERY STEP...THE SQUEEZE IN EVERY HUG...U R THE WELCOME HOME ON EVERY RUG...U R THE TWINKLE IN MY EYES....U R THE LOVE IN EVERY EMBRACE...U R THE SPARKLE IN EVERY TEAR...THE GOOD IN EVERY BAD...U R THE SMILE AFTER EVERY SAD...U R THE CURE TO EVERY AILMENT...THE COUNTER TO EVERY CURSE...U R THE REASON TO LIVE IN THIS UNIVERSE...U R ALL THESE THINGS AND SO MUCH MORE....

DON'T TELL ME U LOVE ME IF U R NOT SINCERE....FOR A LIE THAT STRONG CAN RUIN MY LIFE AND BRING ON A NEW FEAR...FEAR TO BE LOVED, FEAR TO LOVE NEVER AGAIN...IT CAN CAUSE MY FRAGILE HEART TO BREAK, TEAR AND BEND...THINK OF ALL IN LIFE THAT WILL BE MISSED BECAUSE OF ONE SMALL BROKEN PROMISE....SO, WHEN I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST DEEP WITHIN U...PLEASE DON'T TELL ME U LOVE ME, UNLESS U TRULY DO....

TAKING YOUR HAND....FINGERS TO MY LIPS....I WANT TO LOVE EVERY INCH OF U....TASTE EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY...AS IF I CAN DRINK YOUR LOVES BLOOD, THROUGH YOUR EVERY PORES....I WANT TO GET LOST IN YOUR EYES...CONSUMED BY YOUR KISS....SET MY BODY ON FIRE...QUENCH THE FIRE IN MY BLOOD...WITH SWEET CARESSES...TOUCH MY SOUL WITH YOUR PASSION...LAY DOWN BESIDE ME...FEEL MY BODY CRYING FOR U...LETS GET LOST IN EACH OTHER...TOUCHING, EXPLORING, TASTING...WE WILL EXCEED PASSION, GO BEYOND BLISS...FOR THIS IS OUR NIGHT...AND U CANNOT RESIST...WANT ME, LIKE NO OTHER...NEED U, LIKE THE AIR THAT I BREATHE....TOGETHER, ONE MIND, ONE SOUL...FUSED IN THE HEAT OF PASSIONATE LOVE,....EXISTING IN THIS MOMENT...FOREVER

IF I HAD BUT ONE BREATH LEFT IN ME, ID GIVE U THAT BREATH....IF I HAD ONE PIECE OF MUSIC AND ONE SONG LEFT TO SING, ID PLAY AND SING FOR U....IF I HAD BUT ONE TINY DROP OF LOVE LOCKED IN MY HEART, ID GIVE U THE KEY...IF I COULD LOOK IN ON THE LAST SET OF SKY DARK EYES, I WANT THOSE EYES TO BE YOURS...IF I COULD FEEL THE PASSION AND TENDERNESS OF ONE LAST KISS, ID WANT THOSE LIPS TO BE YOURS....IF I COULD HEAR ONE LAST VOICE WHISPERING IN MY EAR, ID WANT THAT VOICE TO BE YOURS....IF I COULD WALK IN THE RAIN FOR THE LAST TIME WOULD U WALK WITH ME?...IF I COULD HAVE BUT ONE MORE NIGHT SLEEP WILL U SLEEP NEXT TO ME?...IF I COULD FEEL THE TENDER TOUCH OF ONE LAST HAND WILL U TOUCH ME?

A WIZARD OF WORDS, STIRRING AND STEWING...SOOTHING RAINBOWS WHILE STORM CLOUDS R BREWING...A MID-WINTER ROSE OR A COLD DESERT RAIN, BLENDING SMILE AND TEAR, MIXING PROMISE WITH PAIN...I AM....THE MOON AT NOON, MIDNIGHT SUN, MISMATCHED SOCKS, IM THE SELF-APPOINTED PRINCE OF PARADOX...TO DELIGHT OR DISGUST, FOR SNEERS OR APPLAUSE, TO MIRROR MY WORLD, TO STAND FOR A CAUSE...I PLEASE, I PROVOKE, I KEEP THEIR HEARTS POUNDING BUT NOT UNTIL DEATH R POETS "ASTOUNDING!"