2003-10-29 - 9:45 a.m.
what is this conflux of ruminations encircling at me in this hour?
let the envelope of filtrations bring to light discernment power
and block self-deprecation as I contemplate this mesh
geo-strategic, self-important, a waste of human flesh
contradiction, false non-fiction, where's the place of benediction
words are sick, son, words are pistons pumping out of self conviction
twisted diction, strife and friction, words are fit for predilection
they're vibrations outward bound
and produce a certain sound
and interpolate their meaning
as perceptions practice gleaning
it's reflective in its scope, introspective and I hope
that the light of life would come from a pure source
an authentic form of dope, like a strength that helps you cope
like the way a spritely spirit charms remorse
or when a woman joins a male-specific course
or transforms the work environment enforce
and she lights the room with feminine vibe (of course)
and it somehow helps the place to seem less coarse
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the bounce is in the airwaves
each ounce within her hair waves
foliage flowing breeze-like in the mist
on the mountain every morning where is kissed
the lushest plumage of the intertwining grist
there where goats and sheep are chewing in the midst
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my thoughts are here, confessed
and I really can't protest
I just pray I pass this test
last but leastly lost at best
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visitation today with salvation I pray
let recovery lay on this house where I stay
all my debts to repay
making pets of each stray
which conforms to the way
that leads all men to say
my perspective was found
and reflective's the sound
in this resonate zone
every one stands alone
from the pit to the throne
we admit flesh and bone
can't inherit alone
anything we don't own
so buy without money
come by and eat
the comics are funny
the love scenes: complete
tastefully done
and technically neat
there's joy tears and fun
and again, I repeat
the price has been paid
the red carpet's laid
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and you'll be God's much honored guest
last but leastly lost at best
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