The Immortal Wize

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death is a door no one want to knock on no one wants to pass by no one wants the key to no one want the address no one want to know where the house is no one wants to see if walls could talk no one wants to hear no one wants death to appear though death is an angel that means Death's pure but we rather believe it's the worst thing but how can it be when it sets a soul free from all this make believe and stuff we're made to believe when knowing truth defines free

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		mlowe5 says: Indeed, Truth defines free, and the truth is not what we think it is; rather the truth is what it is. And the truth is, there is no greater freedom than working to be free to die free! Great write, my Brother. Peace and Love, mlowe poems by this commentor The Auction Block: A Haiku IF TEARS COULD HEAL EBONY REFLECTIONS...

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Drop It

you can't carry weight on your back without backaches and back problems a back ain't meant to carry weight

Pull

I want to give you a reason to take action I want to influence you to do something you inherently love to do more than likely something you always been eager to do but probably too scared to I dare you to inspire you to succeed beyond your expectations I don't know who you are but you do "don't you"

Whence

I remember a time a forgotten time a time no one remembers a time we all forgot to remember

Got A Feeling

Love Supreme wrote "we told the world" think about that for awhile take a sip swallow digest we talk to the world and we don't know who in the world is listening and we don't care who hears we are poet's we are fearless given a platform to speak enter most thoughts and feelings the inner seed the energy the frequency a vibe nation of vibration no sleep nor slumber awake to be in that number of griot's who refuse to be robots "we told the world" that we are the word personified

First Lady Of Song (02162025)

Ella was a young girl when she stepped on the Apollo stage wearing shabby clothes opened her mouth and stole the show it goes to show don't criticize the house until the door swings open and you hear what comes out

A Quick Breeze (02162025)

let's have a memorable moment we can talk about anything accept the gloomy weather pour it in a glass sip slow blow smoke smoke out the window send thoughtful signals into the ethers

Brush Off (02162025)

the thought of this is not pleasing to my mind though I dig deep to find a reason to reach an agreement the bottom line is I cannot accept or consent to issues that don't concern me

Pockmarks (02162025)

the congratulated isn't necessarily celebrated a savior is never appreciated the people are too fearful to protect em they'll reject em to save their own skin a leader is only followed to a certain point a hero ain't nothing but a fool it takes a joker to point it out to you the game being played is serious the fix is in for the gambling addictive change the world is a on going mission save the world is a impossible one mans devices is not new inventions the future outcome is a major decision destroy to rebuild is a noble suggestion

Pockets Of Change (02162025)

will we see shine tomorrow will sun appear how long will it rain when will the clouds disappear will we ever see sky again imagining a time before life got pushed inside told to stay behind the door don't come out no more to see what it's all about got a glimpse of the moon didn't have to see the whole glow to know it's full the lunar phase is clear it's a waste of time to wait for a certain kinda energy to reappear out of nowhere when its always been here

The Loop In The Wire

it's about you it's about me it's about us it's about we it's about time to stop the beef and the strife why must we fight by the stripes on our back against the ropes the least to be free we get no slack we claim they not like us when we don't like our own we go to war in our home casting stones the builder refused we come too far from when we had pride weak inside from blood we lost and continue to lose we blame them but how come when it's you when it's me when it's us when it's we in God we trust God speed is a must to save you to save me to save us to save we from self induced poisoning