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THE POETIC STATE OF BEING
I CRY BECAUSE THE CURSES OF THIS GENERATION IS STILL ALIVE
CAUSING THE BREATH OF LIFE TO TRAVEL LESS
IN THE EMPTY VOID OF SPACE THERE IS NOTHING LESS
THAN THE VOID OF CONSCIOUSNESS
LEAVING THIS WORLD INTO MAD MODERATION OF EMPTY NESS.
AS I TRAVEL ALONE IN THE BITTER REALM OF EMOTIONS
POURING OUT MY LOVE AND DEVOTION
IN THE UNWRITTEN FORM OF POETRY
I LIFT UP MY HANDS TO THE NOTIONS
SO I COULD BE ABLE TO WRITE MY OWN VERSE
SO NOBODY OUT HERE COULD REWRITE ME.
I MIGHT APPEAR AS MELLOW
IT SEEMS LIKE NOBODY CAN UNDERSTAND THIS FELLOW
I SKIP THROUGH THE WORKING OF TIME
LETTING THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW THAT AM NOT GHETTO
IN THE WORKING OF GODS OWN TIME
OPENING UP TO THE COSMOS MIND
JUST HOPING THAT I CAN MAKE THIS WORLD BETTER

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