The Immortal Wize

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What It Means To Me To Breathe

The Food (12172025)

in the kitchen super suspicious of this the yellow liquid the chicken broth smells a little off pungent like the oder of urine the longer it sit in a toilet with the lid up that don't flush highlight the rage while I write a page in if it happen I list it unless I missed it if I find a lose strand I retwist it in ballistic mode in lomien mood the kitchen is a place I only can think about food about the food I'm not gone even start to ask how come this avocado smells like a fart I think the next thought I had was bad so I put it in timeout and sent it to bed without a bite to eat somethings wrong with the food or is it just me

The Titles (12172025)

slammed the door blam mad didn't know what to do with the feeling I had empty alone sad life threw me under the wheels kept rolling over me enraged like roaring thunder reached the boiling point of a dim red hue fist clinched teeth grit mad at the world mind racing fast talking back to the thoughts I had grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper wrote "hear me" in all caps took a plethora of words started from scratch on a scratch pad scrambled letters like a game of Scrabble found a worm in a apple and bit it took the core and hid it spit out the forbidden seen different colors of fire flames mind deep in the paint belly up to the fish in the tank stand alone by the wayside stacking stones a lot is a lot in the wake of silence a knock is a knock don't be afraid see it through it hits different when you see the paperwork in one's favor information holds alot of weight never thought I would live to see the depth of the prophecy strangers on my land I own that property parents took the ...

How It Work (Repost)

peculiar things suddenly started to happen the TV turned itself off light turned itself on one would think the house is haunted I lived in the home long enough to know that's not true what I do know is the TV turned off when it didn't want to be on and the light turned on when it didn't want to be off and I'm here for it all we don't underestimate the power of electricity "do we" energy is in electricity artificial intelligence is in energy keyword "intelligence" meaning anything hooked up to a source of power is more than capable of functioning on its own that's a eerie thought

The Depth Of The Prophecy (12172025)

it's deeper than the fix the countries in it's deeper than the president it's deeper than politics it's deeper than religion it's deeper than the Somalians it's deeper than the Haitians it's deeper than the Israelites it's deeper than the Arabs it's deeper than the Africans it's deeper than the border of Mexico it's deeper than the Maya it's deeper than the nations capital it's deeper than the war on the other side it's deeper than headlights lights in the skies it's deeper than ICE in disguise it's deeper than what Puff did it's deeper than Watergate it's deeper than nine eleven it's deeper than C nineteen it's deeper than alien sightings it's deeper than missing kids it's deeper than the Epstein files it's deeper than this and that it's deeper than red hats it's deeper than racism it's deeper than the government it's deeper than a rich man it's deeper than a poor man it's deeper than than the man it's deeper than the woman it's deeper than the child it's deeper than the ocea...

Tick Tock You're It (12162025)

time is telling on itself the passage of time is stripping away facades allowing real character consequences and intentions to emerge true personalities motives and flaws surface as time passes no one is safe no one can remain deceptive forever everybody's under flimsy cover time is watching time is snitching time is telling

Verses Over Teardrops (12162025)

I dam against the flood bottle the ocean waves of sorrow like a levee holding back the rolling tide of grief and loss stitching deep cuts mending ripped seams before I break apart burst the pressure valve blow a hole through a tender soul bore the pain to pour ashes onto streams deafen the screams bleed out darkness it think it can hide from the light foolishly confine the feelings that threaten to spill the pot of spoiled beans heartfelt pangs finds a quiet release a marvelous peace to rehearse the scene wept more than slept night offered no solace to the sudden sound of the leaky faucet spouting off in the background

Gone The Distance (Repost)

wish I could catch all my thoughts and ideas in a net then I wouldn't forget or lose any of it in the process I guess because the sun shine and it rain sometime and I like starlight and the ocean at night when it's time to go deep I summons air when I need wind to lift the top pull me out of the box and push me some where to the limit outside of time permission is granted to enter the gate where the muse is standing reaching out and handing a scroll to me sun is lit still it's cold to me then all of a sudden it hits me "I feel the heat soles on fire burning coals under my feet "where am I" a voice echoes "you are there" this vibe is so profound I cannot describe I know I should write it down before it slips my mind while searching for a pen echoes the voice again "there is no time" I turn and cross the bridge to return holding the thought in mind along with the scroll that I received anxiously heart pulsating palpitating a beat just when I thought I forgot everything I was told I op...

The Kinks (Repost)

the process straightens the kinks clears away clutter a pathway to think it before you do it through things that are sure to shackle you face down in the mud tackle you what pained and angered you what harmed and dangered you process it through straight to the point of why you do the things that shackle you

Fifty Percent Off (12152025)

been trying to piece together a puzzle in my mind searching to find the lost parts the most important ones scrambling through the tangibles the key where is the key the box is locked entrance denied blocked if it's a stage it's a prop found a photo of pop in a afro with apple hat plopped on top I should go find a apple hat take it the gravesite and throw it on top of his tombstone his mind left long before he went home it was hell in the house I wanted out I forgot what I was talking about procrastination must complete the puzzle the doorbells ringing the buzzard the mailman comes early in the morning squeaking mailbox warning thumbing through the news to get to the funnies deciding between Gilligan's Island and Good Times I figured the white folks had a better chance of getting off the island than the black folks had getting out the projects experience is fragments got to get it together

That's Right (12152025)

I'm holding the laptop about to write then say to my self this not right grab a pen start to write say to my self nah not tonight unwrap a granola bar start to nibble mind on banana why are bananas so loud not the bright skin the scent seeping through the peel I'm scent sensitive bleach is kryptonite to me it kills me literally it sickens me it poisons me candles bother me too not the burning the carbon particles that spread when it goes out dust is the worst irritates ears and throat I got allergies you wouldn't believe it's a risk to breathe sinus problems up the wazoo what does one do when one sneeze and there's no one there to say "God bless you" it's not that important is it superstition is cultural roots different leaves falling from different branches on different trees what happens after a sneeze is that when a black cat run across your path who has time for irrational beliefs and practices based on fear and in case you're wondering yeah! I been jottin the whole time