Freestyle

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Bar Rainbow

They speak of only thoughts
Pour holds witch key
Look unto tha imperial pond
She...

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End

From the dust I rise.
To the lovely skies.
From still I rise.
To telling my lies....

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Insomniac

I'm so tired,
but cannot sleep.
My eyes are sad,
but too sore to weep.
My heart...

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The snowplow driver

The snowplow driver

The Snow White blanket
Fell upon the night.
Up like a soldier I’m
Made to fight...

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Mum

I wish that you could see it,
the way it climbs right up my back.
The way it squeezes at my...

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forget me not

You know,
I had kinda hoped
this would end differently.
I'd be a liar if I told you...

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Figment of your imagination

Figment of your imagination

Example-the purple elaphants and pink geese were figments of his imagination ,
something made up...

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Wolf at the door

Wolf at the door

Isolation
desolation
the mind starts to wander,
problem found
manifests
...

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Baby Girl

Baby Girl

Hey, Baby girl,
I tell you this every day you're beautiful,
and no I'm not talking about the...

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Fashion

Fashion is a choice
A lifestyle
It can be bold but also subtle
Bright or dull
...

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Injustice

Today many are jailed for marijuana while rapists and murderers roam free
True crime goes unpunished...

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LIFE AND DEATHS ROTATION

LIFE AND DEATHS ROTATION

Imagine if every wrong or right determined life and death...

The type of person you are and the...

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Ruby to the bee's.

Lavender, oh my sweet affair.... scented purple ruby to the bee's
gracefully coating the air...

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Heaven in the fall.

What caught her eye
in the spring, became her heaven in the fall

Was it the little birds...

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Ode to the bluebells.

What little room you left thereof, my heart complete in uttered love
silence calls with lulling song...

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Prettiest lights.

Which infinite Love
shall I address, where bluebells come to bloom

My lover he lays
...

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The Artisan

The Artisan

I work on borrowed time,
as everyone does...

What the muscle works is seen
and so...