I don't call nothing I don't wanna see in front of me
spirits hear and they do appear to those who want
them near it's true we are the sum total of our thoughts
some of us are living some of us just survive at every
level we face a different devil some of us grow up
some of us turn bitter and go corrupt some us just
forget it and give up we must believe we can achieve
whatever we believe will come into being if we open
our eye and visualize our wings are deep inside
no one can tell us we can't fly we're just too lit and
we're too legit of a legacy to believe we are less
how can that be when we are truly the best if we
wake every morning and say these to ourselves
what can keep our words on the shelves we must
be grateful for being great if we are made by love
what is there to hate and if we hate what is left to love
the Zen is married to Zeng depolarized both are same
life or death is in what we're saying words are spirits
when we call them they hear it and will manifest
The Immortal Wize
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Speak to The Fire
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mlowe5 says: So true my Poet; so true. Always wize words from the Poet Wize. Thanks for the share. Peace and Love, mlowe |
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