Timeless Thoughts On My Hands

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    Timeless Thoughts On My Hands

    I am awaken by the thoughts I exhale.
    My words can be meaningless,fragile,or pale.
    To understand is the best understanding.
    If you demand have the best demanding and never take short handing.
    In my mind I am a man with my own mind.
    Why would I let man think for me?
    Unless I would be wasting time, repeating the same situations; stuck in the grind,disliking the same temptations,playing with grime.
    Deep in my soul is hollow;knowing if I continue my path tomorrow will come with sorrow.
    To be obedient comes with patience.
    Good things will come.
    Until then I am waiting anxiously,faced with what I am facing,crossed like shoe laces.
    Somethings breathing down my neck bringing negative vibes.
    I think I should pullover it has been a hell of a ride.
    Human life is not even a drop of eternity,so I ask myself why follow when I can lead? No needs to join a fraternity.
    Earnestly I am still searching for me with timeless thoughts on my hand, that is deeper than the sea.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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