The Immortal Wize

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Type Of Being

Tone Setter

we are creators of moments we create our moments when we get up from sitting down and walk across the room the movement created the moment of standing on the other side of the room it only takes a moment to change positions we are creators of countless moments we create our moods

We Just Go Together

we may watch a movie together but we didn't see the same movie you seen something I didn't see you got something I didn't get it made you feel a certain way it didn't make me same how can it be when we stared at the same screen at the same time but didn't see the same thing listened to every word being said but didn't hear the same words being said nor did we receive the same message it suggested we may be united joined and linked together we may be in tune on a deeper level we may even understand each other without verbal communication but if we're not wired the same how can we be connected no matter what's on the menu we bring different points of views to the table the side dish compliments the main dish adding variety to the meal

The Reveal

my future self would tell my past self it wasn't easy but we made it took a lot of loss took a lot of tears but we're here took a lot away felt a lot of hurt felt a lot of pain but we still remain we been setup setback but we still got up from that what happened to us yesterday didn't happen to us today no matter what life path we took we always found the most creative outcome

All The Cracks

it feels like its crumbling into confetti I don't feel like celebrating it's too upsetting I choose not to speak on the unsettling unpleasantries what will be will be I'm too busy knocking down a web so the spider won't bite me though the web been there for years and the spider never bothered me "that bothers me" now the spider might come for me the thoughts not comforting what is done is done for now

Every Breath Matters

I will reach 4,000 lest I take my last breath and sleep the sleep of death I shall reach the goal I set like the one I set before 2,020 until 2020 changed the score left me no choice but to add some more what is a warrior to do now that we in a state of war peace treaty torn not in division but into pieces there will be no silencing the poet and the pen a person a tool a dynamic duo armed and ready to dual the mask is off now we can cough in public adding sarcasm to the subject

Explanation Deep

It takes a long time to know where you stand you believe you belong you think you fit in then you find your self on the outside looking in because you don't know where you stand whether it be opinionated or situational we all fall in a certain class or category there's no one like anyone else liking the same thing don't make one like another standing on two feet don't mean we step the same don't nothing change except the change no choice but to accept the change I don't stand where my mother stood I can't stand where my father stood one time I thought I could when I was still in the neighborhood believing I knew where I stood no one told me the ground wasn't solid I believed it was concrete underneath me I had no reason to think differently until I started to sink down into a place I could think out loud and not be heard mumbling a word of what I was saying I knew where I stood and my feet have yet to leave the sand

Thought Evoked

I hope to be right about this though I know I'm wrong about that this should matter more than that this should count for the amount of time it took to do this and that should be absolved yet that is not always problem solved

Behind The Shutters

I keep finding myself over and over again as if I forgot where I was last memory assist me memory is a helper memory serves a purpose for me to remember who what where and why I keep finding myself

On The Turn

I once had love for my people I been turned on betrayed stabbed in the back who are my people I have no knowledge of that if it is truly my duty to reflect the time then I am a eyewitness to what I see happening only speaking of self I can only give one account of my own journey and the lesson I didn't want to learn no one is obligated to love me especially those I love a liberating lesson that took a lot of time to learn I learned what love is by learning what love is not to be

In Word

doors that once swung open are boarded shut there's no one inside there's nowhere to go except outside once one finds a way inside there's a place to start over again but until then the doors will never open again


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