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A shitty mystery.

Step by step and pair to pair,
This inconsistent dance,
It's all to avoid despair,
But at second glance,
we've left it all to chance.

Our growth is imminent,
But convergent,
Should we be rash for fake coal,
Or shy to pick until we're whole?

I've known enough to see fate,
I've known enough to know
that what I said, was just fake.
I can't know it all, not even a little.

This isn't destiny, its elasticity,
This blue mammoth holds us captive,
And yet we run wild and free,
Playing by simple rules and needs.

Would you give it all for a chance?
A glimpse at immortality.
Would you die a proud warrior?
One who lived and loved, but was quickly lost.

History is quick to swallow,
Its excrement is an assortment of randomness,
You dare to fight and live for greatness,
But only you can define it.

History will not choose the greatest,
It will not choose the immortals,
It will choose as it may please,
Always unpredictable, such a tease.

It's like looking for 14 or 15,
but getting 92.

They say the third time is the charm,
But you have to try a little harder,
You're baking history, but when you're gone,
what's left is a shitty mystery.


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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