some were born in silence others in screams I did not know how to name them all Each one cried a fragment of tears a mark left behind I would not forget that I survived myself the number stands before me Not as a goal yet to meet but as a closing of a circle a dot in the middle a creative symbol "Look Within 'The Immortal Wize never a man never a mask a thousand cords a body of soul when the four thousandth is done It will rest on a desk forged in silver carved in memory etched in stone
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3,964 Echoes (03252026)
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3,964 Echoes (03252026)some were born in silence others in screams I did not know how to name them all Each one cried a fragment of tears a mark left behind I would not forget that I survived myself the number stands before me Not as a goal yet to meet but as a closing of a circle a dot in the middle a creative symbol "Look Within 'The Immortal Wize never a man never a mask a thousand cords a body of soul when the four thousandth is done It will rest on a desk forged in silver carved in memory etched in stone  |
Words That Outlive Time (03242026)I was never afraid of being forgotten I was afraid of being remembered incorrectly So I stopped explaining I let silence correct the typos . I let time misunderstand me . The truth The real truth doesn’t rush to be aknowledged . It waits patiently . It watches who distorts it who abandons it who returns to it when everything else fails . I have seen versions of myself exist in other people’s stories that I never lived to tell I did not rush to edit a word What is real does not compete with what is convenient. So I became still Not weak but permanent Not loud but undeniable in my stance the same silence they mistook for absence . echoes louder than a memory of me I did not write to be understood I wrote so that one day when truth becomes undeniable my words would already be there |
The Short Terms (03242026)what you think about the words what you think the words are worth do you like the verse to not forget a word I must rehearse spring back in time put it in reverse relax remind myself to unwind the silver strands let the seasons blow in the wind truly need the breeze to flow my way feels like a different kinda day living in a penthouse in the projects throw a croc at the clock on the wall it didn't fall the test of time stands tall against great odds I feel small what do the words mean cue the rhythm I'll sing like a bird until I sprout wings the dream is reality in the between new vibe new flow is how one grow highrise is far from bellow the bottom is closer than you know "HOW" when one fall then one will know it takes awhile to reach the top but the bottom is just a drop |
Running The Changes (03182026)the silence between us is a bridge where the echo of the chorus plays we strum the strings as we turn the page a thousand different ways to split a solo into a twin flame we always did belong on the same stage carrying notes but if it's a poem we can't call it song |
Melting Pot (03182026)personally I don't eat everybody's gumbo I don't know what the big deal is about it gumbo is like potato salad it's a right way and a wrong way to make it according everyone's taste if you ask me "don't ask me" I'm not a food critic and I don't do food reviews but what I do know about it is the secret is in the roux it takes time to brew it originated from the boot it's full of herbs and ingredients and if you ain't careful you could get a root put on you |
Brother (03172026)gazing into the dark eyes of a vintage photo of a infant I stumbled on a family secret that revealed itself to me suddenly I recognize myself as the secret keeper of a secret I do not want to keep " I do not want to keep the secret that must be told" I do not wish to hurt the soul tormented by the secret kept how am I any different from those who kept the secret to death I can't unsee the truth I can no longer believe the lie I'm sick inside I could be wrong but you have your father's eyes |
Play By Play (02212026)push play and the game begins freeze tag you're it where have eyes seen this before eyes never forget old vs new trying to stay relevant okay let's play like we don't see the elephant on stage during the big event let's not forget we're watching television content creators creating content don't forget to press the bell to stay notified energy flows where I believe the rest you know old show new show it's bound to be a sold out performance |
Eye Popping (02212026)you can be aware of something's existence without focusing on its details I see it you see it "don't look at it" you looked at it didn't you "now it's in you" you can't forget it the thought haunts you think the evil out to get you "the devil don't wants you" who is the devil can't tell the difference I see twins you wanna scream don't you "do not scream" you screamed didn't you I know I know IT'S EVIL IN THE WORLD you didn't know evil been in the world it's evil in you to if you choose to activate the appetite for blood I see it you see it "don't look at it" you looked at it didn't you |
The Ups & Downs (02212026)the people on top don't know what goes on in the bottom the people in the bottom know everything that goes on at the top the difference between the two groups is the people in the bottom can survive either way the people at the top won't survive the fall |
A Kind Of Scene (02212026)you're in a crowd looking down you lift your head you're left alone to wonder where has everyone gone tired of waiting for them to return you go home you don't answer the phone not because someone called but because no one did you look out the window into the evergreen all you see is trees some look like they never were green some manage to hold onto most of their leaves some act like they don't know they're trees some of them are moved by the wind some of them refuse to bend some of them have lost their limbs some of them remember a time when some lean to the side some wave to people passing by sometimes in the quiet of night one might hear one cry why do willows weep it's so many different kind lining the street bearing a different kind of leaf |