Through it All..

Hurt Brain Hurt Thouhts. Achey frame Jump start Before the clock starts. Pow! Racing to finigh (Get Back Jack!) Im feelin (So much) Im contagous Straight chicken- pox of the mind. This itch manifests A Will to scratch The Dream deffered 9 times! Tingling sensations Settle deep within the heart’s muscle, Four chambers of Love…

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passion speaks in form of..

It could have allllllll been diffrent… I could have been sacrificed To the street of Streets All tangled up in confusion With nowhere to run, hide, or sleep. “All streets lead to jail or death,” Filtered through my head. Fighting embedded scripture, Floating deep beyond life’s threads. Total eclipse of Faith’s sun, Tomorrow, lead by…

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