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[aid] => mick
[title] => too simple
[time] => 2006-09-10 18:55:09
[hometext] => decisions?
[bodytext] => oh Lord how can I live off my convictions? all I have written, and speaken, words i have molded to expose secrets, of other worlds made of spirits, but true train of thought dissapears, often before you can keep it, but when you do pierce it, the meat the flesh of logic the beast, eating away at ephinanies, which leads inaction, procrastanation, too caught in bigger things, to stay on the top of my game, on anything besides decoding the grand design, each word I aim to pack a punchline that maligns all conventential minds, to sway their wavelnght pull them from the depths of hell, of my message, it was given from God, should I walk for my words, or walk away from it all, I stand in inaction, an eeerie interlude, I am another waking angel, ghost, alien, reconnnecting with my esssence but do I have the will to live with conviction, mindful of my mission, the blueprint, that God layed out, my subconcious spews inution, but still sometimes I question, is my time being wasted, for I long for communication, an explanation of who I am and recognition of my accomplishments, blinded by ego and passion I aim for action, words are fastened to the tail end of my concepts, am I the son of God, or just residual dust, a trailblazer for another to jump off my back with, I'm walking on water yet making splashes, dashes with the keypad, fighting myself like Ali vs. Classius, the clash is simliar to that of the early Titans, made of fiery construction I make somethiing out of nothing, building a universe through connections, go through all my poems and you will feel a master of cutting out the bull ***** and find a kingdom of freedom, fresh faced Caesar pull out the excalibur steadliy striking demons like Beuawolf , awaiting the dragon to uncoil, blending the line between figurative and literal, may I walk with conviction and continue to riddle you, till it all becomes so simple. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 55 [informant] => BSteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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