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The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: 360 degrees of awarenes. Peace and Love. |
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mlowe5 says: Thus be 360 degrees of total awareness! Peace and Love. |
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love_supreme says: Very nice. |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize
Take It Up Another Level
I don't need to be the loudest in the room I just need one line that goes "KABOOM" put a periot on it then start again with nothing more than a ink pen hold up before you hear me I'm about to say something that might sound different when you think about it I didn't come to life to feed the mind I came to see a hungry mind evrybody got a voice but who got a point when they want the whole truth I give em' half then laugh out loud to confuse the crowd I put my thoughts on trial and let the evidence speak on my behalf I said what I said what did you hear I stand on business belief is shakey ground the truth hit different when it's something to fear you can spend your whole life trying to make things clear some people see a mirror and stil... |
Thought You Had Timeyou spend your whole life trying to |
A Privilege To BeWinter is coming reminding me of the hole in the pocket of a coat
I see beautiful people I don't want to see go growing old
I wonder if they know that they're miracles
I wonder if they would believe me if I told them that it’s a privilege to be
Existence is extraordinary a rare event a chance to experience consciousness and present moments
Darkness is only night day will come there will be sun again and again
Hardship and struggle too no one's exempt from hurt and pain it always rain
it’s a miracle it’s a privilege to be
it’s a miracle it’s a privilege to be
it’s a miracle it’s a privilege to be
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A Peace of Real EstateLove is not a property line Empathy is not a lease to sign I was never meant to hold a key to a house that wasn’t mine made up my mind to leave it behind tired of paying rent in a heart that leaves me out in a cold I’m taking back the heat to warm my own soul I thought myself a savior strong enough to bury the strain but I only built a prison out of someone else's pain for too long I been trying to fix a broken toy but looking deep into the void I now see I am the thief who stole my joy
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Lines I forgot how to say
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Call Me"call me when you get there" not text me "call me" somebody cares enough to know you made it in that was the language when a call meant more when somebody cared enough "I'm alright"
we say see you later we know later isn't promised my love is "call me whe... |
Pocket ChangeIn today's economy
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The Trials and The TribulationsLife called us forth before A gift unasked a burden we The trial of the test the The sentence is the time we We mourn the things that We learn that freedom Through the throes of Somehow in the losing we We practice innocence but Responsibility becomes our We learn to care then we We answer life by giving it The trial is life The tribulation is time The verdict is who we |
OUTAGEthe power goes out suddenly the bright city remembers what darkness is all about windows blackout one by one streetlights surrender traffic signals fall silent the skyline disappears we look up from our phones the battery is 50% the device needs power and the power is gone the sky was there the whole time now it too is gone no way to reach out how did we forget how to call when the phone goes dark we can't go live no way to broadcast that we're still alive we can no longer announce our existence or beg for help when we need assistance now we hope our neighbors in a time of danger are people we can trust we are strangers because we never talk to them and they don't talk to us yet suddenly they become the only people we can reach it seems none of what we learn about the light matters for long when darkness is sure to return we look for the light we search for the truth in our darkest hour we forget how to shine yet even a spark can teach the dark how to recede like water finding ... |
Reserved Sovereignty"Asking" when does asking It happens when the hand Waiting for a drop of water Drawn from a well that's been I ask my mother a simple question I don't go any farther than the I do not step across the border Where a request becomes a plea Mama became good at fixin' Mending the tears inside me refusing to sacrifice my dignity I usually leave the question on the floor I turn away before it has the chance For I only give my God my please |