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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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VIE

CATEGORY

just different

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I internally died

Though I obnoxiously vied

I quite consciously, constantly tried

To do more than survive but thrive

And find my divine entwined tribe

And hopefully, more than vocally vibe

And though through flows I remain alive

I somehow, always found calamity, catastrophe and agony

In all that I tried

No matter which of life rollercoaster ride

I eventually learned to die to try

And every now and then disperse a diatribe

And CRY against the 4th entire reich

Yes, this quiet guy

Has some dying pride

In my private life

Hence, this entire time

I pray my internal riot dies

Its best defined and yes described

As I sip from a hobbits goblet

Multiple droplets of cyanide

Now and then I cried inside

And the many lies I deified

In many silent nights

My violent fights

And highly reliant plight

Urged this jerk of words

To ascribe to lies

And what was prescribed

Was defiantly denied

So I was left out, high and dry

Lost many nights of sleep

You could see it in my tired eyes

Constantly wondering just what might arise

Sometimes seeking spiritual sobriety

To release and defeat the anxiety

Inside of me

I’m nothing but a kind guy to me

Disguised in lies and sighs

That were supplied to me

Now this scriptural excerpt

A woven tapestry from this expert

Expressing words from where his chest hurts

Emerged a deft adept and shrewd

No longer feeling like an inept jerk

Running in wet dirt

NEVER been into gossip

Hence, I don’t collect dirt

So I use specific wording to create words with texture

Consciously offering complicated conjectures

In the midst of philosophical lectures

Born a scorn that came from dead sperm

From one that had an unreliable sex urge

Questioning what’s the next turn?!

This is a letter to MYSELF

Offering myself an exhortation for vespers

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mlowe5 says:

Textured words indeed, Sktzo! Be blessed with evening tides. So Mote It Be. Peace and Love.

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