migrated far from the source,
entranced by an awkward forgetful beat
There is a rhythm, a memory, waiting to emerge from my cracked sheltered skin
Memory of a rhythm this vibe is dignified
case in point
Content of Character inspired with joy
why Judge my reflection from Others
Lyfe of Noise
I am a Man
Alone, Appreciate the humility of the Man
So why view me as a threat?
We learned to fear what we lost
Kicked out of plentiful Eden
Starving
We fought to keep what we thought ours
No more sun
no warmth
no dance
And late at night
We scribbled crude pictures in the cold rock
Visually fixed intelligence
translated pictures so perfect the memory bliss
pages forever turnt.
This Olive branch in Lyfe the Creator
Given w/a Governing twist
Complicity of a Beautiful Freedom
Reason of Being
Vindictive over this precious Happiness
Trout Eyes
Tree Skin
Dragon Mouth
The price of life is death
Life's great mystery:
we are already dead
nohow can we live?
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