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I strive for simplicity way past the complexities. victim of materialism. Nice nike dunks on, I treat em as if they have a soul in em. Get it, its sad at times the more I think about it. I used to be pure but somewhere I guess my vision clouded. Shout it! Tears for fears in my eye. Fearful, tears when I cry I sit alone in my room and think about how will I die. Will it end when I finally came to life. Or will I, strive through but die young from a bullet wound. Either way I hope I was happy doing what I love most. Laxing under a tree on a sunny day, staring at the clouds pondering my existence. Wondering if this is all a dream for someone who existed? Sitting outside and talking to these ghosts, in my head. Asking them how’s life in the after dead. Are my grandparents there or my dead fish, Fred? The shit I say is so ridiculous but have a piece of my mind taste the shit, its delicious….thoughts? I’m just a poet, a writer, a singer, an actor, artist that has no masters. Or bachelors, I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me how to think, or whats available to me. The world is my Oyster, The oyster is my aphrodisiac. Doing what turns me on you know whats gonna lead to that…..Thoughts?

Poetry time!

What makes us fall?  Gravity, am I right?

What makes us cry? People, am I right?

What makes us angry? When things don’t go right.

Yet, we get back up

As Humans thats what we are programmed to do

We never give up

Giving up is the worse insult you could deal to yourself

I’ve fallen, cried, rage quit, and punched a few holes in walls

But I never once gave up

Its never been in me, it’s not an option 

Never give up never, not until your last breath

As you fought to the death

Lucifer - Jay-Z

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Jay-Z: Lucifer

The Black Album (2003)

Softspoken where are you in my life!?

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Poetry Time!

Metallic Red Jordan 1s in my line of sight

I’m doing the right thing in my minds eye, right?

Joining the Navy so I can look in the mirror and be proud of what I see

I’m tired of being left behind I want to do the opposite of shrink

I’m growing and becoming into my own existence

Behold, a new age existentialist

I’m a walking contradict minimalist and materialist 

Thrift store apparel but my kick game is sick with it

I don’t really need the shit

I’d much rather give to charity

Sharing with these have nots and hoping they want to get like me

I stopped smoking the ganj

My clouded vision with a clouded mind is gone so now I can see in HD

My lungs are thanking me

My body was aching see from laying down and sitting on my hands

I had to get up, skipped the coffee, stepped outside and smelled the trees

Cherry blossoms, Maple, Oak, and Pine Trees

Not the Purple Haze, OG kush, and the Sour D

I like the sober me

that old me, I’m so over he

I’m gonna win so congratulate and acknowledge me

I’m getting there