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Can we stop, for just a minute?

I stroll back from the unknown,
where the heart is at ease,
as a plane drifts on into oblivion,
It's a sunny day.

Sneeze after sneeze,
I can't control myself,
Sometimes, words just feel right,
And I can't help but writing them.

I want to drift away,
Close my eyes,
and see worries dissolve,
I need this to stop.

Just for one minute,
That gorgeous minute of calamity,
That minute where birds fly,
and the wind blows your mind away.

It's a difficult thing to see,
And then it's all blurred in beauty,
I can't help but tell you,
love does it all.

I wish life could be like this forever,
like the first time you felt it,
like the first time your heart just knew,
that it had made it.

That after years of travels,
and pretty pictures,
it had found that feeling,
the feeling that we always wished for.

If I could freeze time,
I'd do it now.
And just take a picture,
to hold this time in memory,

as a memory,
that life was beautiful.

I say it historically,
because we repeat history,
and so I say with confidence,
Life is beautiful,
and it will continue to be, forever.


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Learning to float

First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x