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The fiction or poet tree?
Both seem to suit me.
Tend her or the brute me?
Both are loose,
I'm free.
Costly.

Away,
on wings set ablaze,
yes,
actual,
flames,
is that too different,
should I be more,
same,
a little more sane,
are you ever happy,
I came,
am I the one to blame?
So much tragedy,
I have found,
holding
me
down,
against the ground,
feet always moving,
never a sound,
are you ever happy,
I'm around?
Can
I
fly
away.
In the end,
when I sleep at wake,
leave me alone
for only,
through my dreams,
can I fly away.

I do not believe in religion,
but I do believe in religion,
I know that it exists,
but not how you choose to listen.
I pray for understanding
but my writing's full of twists,
I avoid confrontation,
oh, how I enjoy our little tiffs.
I do believe in peace,
yet I do not believe in peace,
I admit it!
I do not believe in quitting,
but if you're smoking,
Quit it!
Did not want to go in this direction.
I did it!
This isn't a metaphor,
I guess this is a metaphor,
I exhibit all things that Uni has in store.
I like it when it's clean,
I like it when it's dirty,
are you to assume what like means for me?
I don't believe in guns,
but I tend to find them cool,
I think she should wipe her mouth,
yet I'm overly excited when she drools.
I don't care if you accept me,
I care if you reject me.
I know you see where I'm going,
so you see me when I'm coming,
I prefer to let it all go,
there's certain things I'm holding.
Don't enjoy too much heat,
but I like to make it burn
I stay calling people hopeless,
when I hope they fucking learn.
I definitely, maybe, am
a contradiction of terms.

I had a dream that I woke up,
saw everything,
brightness in the sky,
endless paths,
touched hearts,
and loved with passion.
Then I realized,
I was asleep,
and then,
I,
awoke.

Every time I run,
it seem like I bring in the sun,
refine and redefine my high,
when I see myself in the sky,
so you see the metaphor,
this be how I rip across the floor,
if you thinking she the one,
then go and beg for little more.

I shouldn't have slowed,
and now I want to fold,
but here's a favorite quote,
fortune favor's the bold,
so if it's blazing hot,
I rock the cold,
all my people feeling shaky,
I'm a rock, grab a hold.

Everything so pretty,
blue waves around city,
I'm out of breath but the winds,
howling as if to come get me,
tears in my eyes,
every man cries,
sprinting to my goals,
until the moment I reprise,
surprise them with the lines,
remembering the times,
I worked it with the dimes,
now every step achieved,
belongs to yours and mines.

A tidal wave approaches,
always wanted to be a surfer,
narcissism aside,
see my reflection in her surface,
no need for a board,
I'm bathing in my purpose,
water, water everywhere,
and I'm drinking it for certain.

Do they know us?
I didn't think so either,
let's find the biggest skeptics,
and make them all believers,
has the world lost valor,
here I come: retriever,
running high like a fever,
doubting inside: I call that deceiver.

Where do we go from here?
don't tell me that you care,
all my boys that want it,
they can get it over there,
I'm pointing to last year,
every road we run is a lesson,
we can share, failure's only certain,
of this have no fear.

Eyes,
true windows into the dwelling of the shard,
for what more comfortable a gaze,
than that of true love,
keeper of a shard meant to mend with her own.

She longs to join,
yearns to reunite,
even amongst those who have yet to begin,
any manner of courtship,
or casual encounter.

And what more inviting a gesture is there?
transfixed by a gaze or fleeting glance,
she, a beautiful woman speaking none,
but for the shards request to quiet carnal desires.

Adversely,
there are the decidedly more uncomfortable beginnings,
of such opportunities, which would not be so,
were it not for the shards incapability to deceive.

Notice inner-city adolescents,
not strangers to the look of a shard
peering out from within, harm intent
and the millions of strangers who congregate,
in city centers seeking a reunion of their own.

Failure's my fear,
my ego doesn't care,
leaving me left between here and exactly nowhere,
and if its dark I am scared.
A maze,
that I navigate the daze,
so I'm planning because it pays,
a knife cutting through the haze,
far beyond the initial phase,
life forced into a craze,
padded walls dampen pain,
if it's my parade it always rains,
but I'm afraid to refrain,
all these fears ignite a flame.
Not a five alarm fire,
more like a shuttle thrusting higher,
from Earth's orbit my feet begin to feel a little lighter.
Is that why I write science fiction?
why I work on my diction?
Afraid of public speaking,
so if I do you better listen,
even though iFear,
courage is never missing.

1. I think not, for there I am.
2. Some dreams I don't remember. In others I am more emotive-angry, scared or nervous; confused. These I write down. These are the dreams I pursue.
3. Say something I haven't thought of before, anything remotely that begs for more. Is there anything else in store?
4. Designed life to defeat my fears.
5. Someone tell me where I went wrong, so I can find the words to this song. Please tell me how I was born, with no light to write on.
6. Overwhelmed for a moment, walls of the universe closing in, recognizing fear. Saw my inner-child, who couldn't walk. Took another step, realized I've done it all before.
7. Of course I'm annoyed, I and 44,000 still unemployed, can no one to fill this void? My taxes bought two new stadiums, and how many new jobs? How come I got the feeling I've just been robbed?
8. never do anything you can't do twice. accomplish one thing. you've accomplished them all.
9. Dear Writer: Do you believe in aliens? She replied: Dear viewer, I've lived amongst your kind so long, I hardly know what it means anymore.
10. I crash landed on the planet in a ball of metal and fire. Her planet. A land less strange through her hazel eyes. Earth was fun for a time.
11. Bit into Life, juices dripping down my chin, small chunk of what's yet to begin. Future victory flag waving, no DeLorean. Lose die born win.
12. She wrote and they breathed. She spoke and they danced. Then and there, Uni decided to compose her greatest verse ever. The Uni verse.

I never let me down,
that's why I deserve the crown.
If you can hear my voice,
know that my life wasn't a choice,
still I live and rejoice.
celebrate myself,
regulate my health,
mind my greatest wealth.
Literally an artist,
designs of being smartest,
Looking at Missy B,
Who else her son but me?
Never bowed to Christ,
maintained a lust for Life,
Scratch your head in confusion,
fighting off the lice.
Days of being a kid,
loved some butter and rice.
The secret to writing,
is to keep on writing,
keep on fighting,
like I have lightning,
in my shoes,
a reason I never lose,
when many lay to rest,
I am still making moves,
still searching for clues,
standing over all the rules,
making money by the two's
and threes.
Think you know me?
Please...
You think you own me?
Freeze.
I own me,
mind is never lonely,
so thoughts stay warm and cozy.
Life may not be easy,
yet I am me effortlessly,
a contradiction of terms,
embrace my flaws to learn,
for divine energy I yearn,
Idleness my only concern.

1. They stake claims the world over, seeking ownership of every notion and ideal and even the natural-that belongs to the people.
2. See you on the flip side, random like when atoms collide, count me in for hoot nanny, at home with the uncanny.
3. It isn't rocket science, he merely treats them like clients, waiting in a room full of metaphoric giants, sling ready to conquer all tyrants.
4. He held the talisman, a hollow stone. One touch, a memory whispered. The stone filled with Ki's deepest desires and the heavens rained pie.
5. The question isn't how many people dream of being a successful artist and fail. Its how many doubt they can have success yet still achieve?
6. It's not what you say, it's who you say it to.
7. Father says we're made to upgrade our existence. It may take constant revision but I will be victorious.
8. Reshape your wisdom tooth during the transplant to replace the molar you lost. You'll get more use of it there. More use, More You. Avalon.
9. I step away as if from a work of art, glorious. She trembles, I indulge my senses, her aroma intoxicates, I can think only one word. Again

1. Most fascinating about Einsteins theories is they're based off observations that can only be made using 'God-like power'. God science.
2. A wretched hag, the stench of alcohol seeping from her skin, spitting on the train floor through missing teeth pouring gibberish. And I think she was hitting on me.
3. Just for her, opening arms wide, heart beating so fast as I confide, feelings as true as love can be, wondering if I should ask her to marry me.
4. So vivid is the pain, so cleansing is the rain, as broad as the astral plain, dreams demand I do not refrain, screaming stop at nothing, and so I became.
5. I used to give my seat up for strange women, but now there just seem to be too many of them. Choosing one doesn't seem fair.
6. Unpacking, while teba snacking, kinsen sipping while shumai dipping, love all that happens, see the lips smacking
7. Determined faces, their eyes locked on an invisible destination. Annoyed, frustrated, confused, human obstacles unseen by one another.
8. And I wonder: in the essence of being, what is meaning, mean?
9. Simply impressed by something you do, startled to see you shining out the clear blue, a star in broad daylight, clearly seeing a rare sight.
10. Eating a cockroach hidden in your meal can turn you off any food. And long after, you'll always distrust a texture that seems too crunchy.
11. All my life flows seem to weave into one, gleaming relevance as bright as the sun, pondering what's foretold before time begun

Screaming against the night,
in the the depths of human soul,
where dark devours cold,
stalwart men standing bold,
never doing what's told,
throwing in when lesser men fold,
and even though when old
faith in the Light shall never be sold.

'Someone tell me where I went wrong, so I can find the words to this song. Please tell me how I was born, with no light to write on.'

Footprints in the dust, ripples through time, when the stars obey our commands, as far as light shines. We are human.

Went out to walk the street and feel the people, hear words that fill me with breath and wonder, to draw inspiration from the crowd. Life.

After a while you admit truth to yourself. You don't have a bad memory, you're just uninterested in remembering many things.

I got nervous when they started leaving me out of trivial office matters. It was as if they were on to the fact that I didn't care.

1. Everyday I see my dream, feel so good like a crack fiend, tasting like the best ice cream, sound erotic like a scream, smelling of the best hygiene.
2. An island trails behind the wing tip of the plane wing soaring above a skyline, amber lights twinkling like embers in a night forest.
3. Lost in myself, depths of the surface lair, where dreams dwell here, living for something that isn't there. Everyday I see my dreams.
4. This nothing like I thought, can I take back what I bought, right havoc that I wrought, remember lessons taught. Or has it all been for naught.
5. So in love, she only see white doves, don't have the heart to tell it has to end just because, everything does, so cherish love, just cause
6. Things that can be felt, but never touched, like jaebi, still a mystery, discovering she's a luxury, on V-Day girls got hugs for me. Hehee
7. Magnetism, drawn to you, my fingertips ache, skin shivers, quiet caresses and this longing, roaring, consuming essence. V-Day Love.

I wrote this to a beat,
where the heart is always keep
and the sound is ever satisfying just like sweet meat,
tempo so slow it has a scope creep,
so full of character you can never call it tweet.
A bird's song, singing as long as the status form,
sharing it all like a freshman dorm.
Attention spans being what they are,
can't take it too far,
yet our vision is only limited by the brightest star,
see why I rather lightcrafts over human cars,
cause no one can tell we who you are,
and so far,
as the Literary Artist,
these lyrics end up being smartest,
forgiveness,
every now and again I expect a brag,
to make sense of empty space like a disk defrag
[and then i arrive at my destination]